When they hesitated (for they were slow to acknowledge any authority save their own sacred Royal Court) the sailors advanced on them with drawn cutlasses, and a moment later the Place du Vier Prison was clear.

Leaving a half-dozen sailors on guard till the town corps should arrive, d'Avranche prepared to march, and turned to Delagarde.
"You've done me a good turn, Monsieur d'Avranche," said Ranulph.
"There was a time you called me Philip," said d'Avranche, smiling.

"We were lads together." "It's different now," answered Delagarde.
"Nothing is different at all, of course," returned d'Avranche carelessly, yet with the slightest touch of condescension, as he held out his hand.

Turning to the Chevalier, he said: "Monsieur, I congratulate you on having such a champion"-- with a motion towards Ranulph.

"And you, monsieur, on your brave protector"-- he again saluted the girl at the window above.
"I am the obliged and humble servant of monsieur, and monsieur," responded the little gentleman, turning from one to the other with a courtly bow, the three-cornered hat under his arm, the right foot forward, the thin fingers making a graceful salutation.