Seeking here to depict him in his less exalted habitudes, the narrator feels more as if he were playing with one of the sage's worsted hose, than reverentially handling the honored hat which once oracularly sat upon his brow.
So, then, in the Latin Quarter lived Doctor Franklin.

And accordingly in the Latin Quarter tarried Israel for the time.

And it was into a room of a house in this same Latin Quarter that Israel had been directed when the sage had requested privacy for a while..