"The first, sir." I had guessed right.

We were friends.

At bottom the professor is a capital fellow; kindly, so long as the dignity of the Code is not in question, or the extent of one's legal knowledge; proverbially upright and honorable in his private life.
At home he may be seen at his window tending his canaries, which, he says, is no change of occupation.

To get to his house I have only to go by my favorite road through the Luxembourg.

I am soon at his door.
"Is Monsieur Flamaran at home ?" The old servant who opened the door eyed me solemnly.