There was good metal in this D'Herouville.
"Searched the pockets ?" said the Chevalier.

"Not I! I have not touched the cloak since I last wore it.

I never expect to touch it.
Vicomte, thank you for your trouble." The Chevalier threw the cloak around his shoulders and closed his eyes.

The wind, blowing forcefully and steadily into his face produced a drowsiness.
Du Puys looked from one to the other.

A grey cloak?
All this was outside the circle of his understanding.