In the first place, therefore, excuse me if I do not call upon you again.
A little coldness between us will clear you of all suspicion of influencing my conduct.

When I want to consult you, I will pass along the square at half-past nine, just as you are coming out after breakfast.

If you see me carry my cane on my shoulder, that will mean that we must meet--accidentally--in some open space which you will point out to me." "I see you are a prudent man, bent on success," said old Hochon.
"I shall succeed, monsieur.

First of all, give me the names of the officers of the old army now living in Issoudun, who have not taken sides with Maxence Gilet; I wish to make their acquaintance." "Well, there's a captain of the artillery of the Guard, Monsieur Mignonnet, a man about forty years of age, who was brought up at the Ecole Polytechnique, and lives in a quiet way.

He is a very honorable man, and openly disapproves of Max, whose conduct he considers unworthy of a true soldier." "Good!" remarked the lieutenant-colonel.
"There are not many soldiers here of that stripe," resumed Monsieur Hochon; "the only other that I know is an old cavalry captain." "That is my arm," said Philippe.