He knows exactly where his letter-paper and envelopes, his wood, and his boxes and all the rest of his things are.

The other man used to swear at me, but this one is as meek as a lamb,--still, he hasn't the grand style! Moreover, he isn't decorated, and I don't like to serve a chief who isn't; he might be taken for one of us, and that's humiliating.

He carries the office letter-paper home, and asked me if I couldn't go there and wait at table when there was company." "Hey! what a government, my dear fellow!" "Yes, indeed; everybody plays low in these days." "I hope they won't cut down our poor wages." "I'm afraid they will.

The Chambers are prying into everything.

Why, they even count the sticks of wood." "Well, it can't last long if they go on that way." "Hush, we're caught! somebody is listening." "Hey! it is the late Monsieur Rabourdin.