They have them, just as we have Voltaire and Rousseau; but who ever opens his Voltaire or his Rousseau?
Nobody.

But, for all that, the highest style is to be jealous.

They sew a woman up in a sack and fling her into the water on the slightest suspicion,--that's according to their Code." "Did you fling any in ?" asked the farmer.
"I, a Frenchman! for shame! I loved them." Whereupon Georges twirled and twisted his moustache with a dreamy air.
They were now entering Saint-Denis, and Pierrotin presently drew up before the door of a tavern where were sold the famous cheese-cakes of that place.

All the travellers got out.

Puzzled by the apparent truth mingled with Georges' inventions, the count returned to the coucou when the others had entered the house, and looked beneath the cushion for the portfolio which Pierrotin told him that enigmatical youth had placed there.