As for Monsieur Husson, he needs no protection; he possesses the secrets of statesmen and can make them tremble.

Monsieur Leger is about to pluck the Comte de Serizy, and I can only exhort him to do it with a firm hand.

Pierrotin, put me out here, and pick me up at the same place to-morrow," added the count, who then left the coach and took a path through the woods, leaving his late companions confused and bewildered.
"He must be that count who has hired Franconville; that's the path to it," said Leger.
"If ever again," said the false Schinner, "I am caught blague-ing in a public coach, I'll fight a duel with myself.

It was your fault, Mistigris," giving his rapin a tap on the head.
"All I did was to help you out, and follow you to Venice," said Mistigris; "but that's always the way, 'Fortune belabors the slave.'" "Let me tell you," said Georges to his neighbor Oscar, "that if, by chance, that was the Comte de Serizy, I wouldn't be in your skin for a good deal, healthy as you think it." Oscar, remembering his mother's injunctions, which these words recalled to his mind, turned pale and came to his senses.
"Here you are, messieurs!" cried Pierrotin, pulling up at a fine iron gate.
"Here we are--where ?" said the painter, and Georges, and Oscar all at once.
"Well, well!" exclaimed Pierrotin, "if that doesn't beat all! Ah ca, monsieurs, have none of you been here before?
Why, this is the chateau de Presles." "Oh, yes; all right, friend," said Georges, recovering his audacity.
"But I happen to be going on to Les Moulineaux," he added, not wishing his companions to know that he was really going to the chateau.
"You don't say so?
Then you are coming to me," said Pere Leger.
"How so ?" "Why, I'm the farmer at Moulineaux.

Hey, colonel, what brings you there ?" "To taste your butter," said Georges, pulling out his portfolio.
"Pierrotin," said Oscar, "leave my things at the steward's.