You will bring your horse, Cadet ?" "Yes, and Brillon." "He isn't necessary." Ian's brow clouded slightly.
"Absolutely necessary." "A fantastic little beggar.

You can get a better valet in France.

Why have one at all ?" "I shall not decline from Brillon on a Parisian valet.

Besides, he comes as my camarade." "Goth! Goth! My friend the valet! Cadet, you're a wonderful fellow, but you'll never fit in quite." "I don't wish to fit in; things must fit me." Ian smiled to himself.
"He has tasted it all--it's not quite satisfying--revolution next! What a smash-up there'll be! The romantic, the barbaric overlaps.

Well, I shall get my picture out of it, and the estate too." Gaston toyed with his wine-glass, and was deep in thought.