They are all alike; and they might all be judges, so serious they appear about it.

They walk in pairs, bolt upright, looking neither right nor left, talking little as they hurry along toward the old Louvre, and are soon swallowed out of sight in the gathering mist, out of which the gaslights glimmer faintly.
They are all on their way to dine on the right bank.
I am going to dine on the left bank, at Carre's, where one sees many odd customers.

Farewell, river! Good night, old Charnot! Blessings on you, Mademoiselle Jeanne!.