"Do you not know me now ?" "When I am on service, I know no one.

Your card, monsieur ?" He held it out.

"All right! pass," said De Loignac.
The third now approached, whose card was demanded in the same terms.

The man plunged his hand into a little goatskin pouch which he wore, but in vain; he was so embarrassed by the child in his arms, that he could not find it.
"What the devil are you doing with that child ?" asked De Loignac.
"He is my son, monsieur." "Well; put your son down.

You are married, then ?"---"Yes, monsieur." "At twenty ?" "They marry young among us; you ought to know that, M.de Loignac, who were married at eighteen." "Oh!" thought De Loignac, "here is another who knows me." "And why should he not be married ?" cried the woman advancing.