"Monsieur Rabourdin--" Poiret.

"Well, I never! Monsieur Rabourdin!" Phellion.

"But did you notice how calm and dignified he was ?" Poiret [with a sly look that was more like a grimace].

"I shouldn't be surprised if there were something under it all." Phellion.

"A man of honor; pure and spotless." Poiret.