Lajeunesse, wipe your face with your leather.

Duck your heads, stupids!" With mock solemnity the three greeted Parpon and Lagroin.

The old sergeant's face flushed, and his hand dropped to his sword; but he had promised Parpon to say nothing till he got his cue, and he would keep his word.

So he disposed himself in an attitude of martial attention.
The dwarf bowed to the others with a face of as great gravity as the charcoalman's, and waving his hand, said: "Keep your seats, my children, and God be with you.

You are right, smutty-face; I am Monsieur Talleyrand, Minister of the Crown." "The devil, you say!" cried the mealman.
"Tut, tut!" said Lajeunesse, chaffing; "haven't you heard the news?
The devil is dead!" The dwarf's hand went into his pocket.