suppose it is that demon, my landlord, or that archfiend, my tailor--then you must say ...

holy St.Nicholas! you must say I am in bed with small-pox, or that I've broken out suddenly into homicidal delirium, and you're my keeper." "Unfortunately I should not know either of your princes of darkness at first sight." "True--and it might be Dupont, who owes me thirty francs, and swore by the bones of his aunt (an excellent person, who keeps an estaminet in the Place St.Sulpice) that he would pay me this week.

_Diable_! there goes the bell again." "It would perhaps be safest," I suggested, "to let M.or N.ring on till he is tired of the exercise." "But conceive the horrid possibility of letting thirty francs ring themselves out of patience! No, _mon ami_--I will dare the worst that may happen.

Wait here for me--I will answer the door myself," Now it should be explained that Mueller's apartments consisted of three rooms.

First, a small outer chamber which he dignified with the title of Salle d'Attente, but which, as it was mainly furnished with old boots, umbrellas and walking-sticks, and contained, by way of accommodation for visitors only a three-legged stool and a door-mat, would have been more fitly designated as the hall.