But Devil take me if I recollect this accident!" "I'll make you a little dressing, and in a couple of days there will be no trace of it left!" "Don't give yourself the trouble, my dear Hippocrates; a pinch of powder is a sovereign cure!" M.Nibor set to work to dress the ear in a little less military fashion.
During his operations, Leon reentered.
"Ah! ah!" said he to the Doctor, "you are repairing the harm I did." "Thunderation!" cried Fougas, escaping from the hands of M.Nibor so as to seize Leon by the collar, "was it you, you rascal, that hurt my ear ?" Leon was very good-natured, but his patience failed him.

He pushed his man roughly aside.
"Yes, sir, it was I who tore your ear, in pulling it, and if that little misfortune had not happened to me, it is certain that you would have been, to-day, six feet under ground.

It is I who saved your life, after buying you with my money when you were not valued at more than twenty-five louis.

It is I who have passed three days and two nights in cramming charcoal under your boiler.

It is my father who gave you the clothes you now have on.