Heron knew me well.

I used to be his lanthorn-bearer when at nights he visited that poor mite in his prison.
It was 'Dupont, here! Dupont there!' all day long.

'Light the fire in the office, Dupont! Dupont, brush my coat! Dupont, fetch me a light!' When the Simons wanted to move their household goods they called loudly for Dupont.

I got a covered laundry cart, and I brought a dummy with me to substitute for the child.

Simon himself knew nothing of this, but Madame was in my pay.