I'd like it better if more servants and help would come!" "Shut up, you lizard of laziness! When the gentlemen leaves tips for us on going away, you don't complain because there's only two to divide 'em." "That's all well enough as far as it goes! I've carried more than fifty buckets of water for him to simmer in, that Colonel of yours, and I know mighty well that he won't give me a cent, for he hasn't a farthing in his pockets.

We've got to believe that money isn't plenty in the country he just came from!" "They say there's wills in his favor in Strasburg; a gentleman who'd hurt his fortune----" "Tell me now, Ma'm'selle Gothon--you who read a little book every Sunday--where he could have been, our Colonel, while he was not in this world." "Eh! In purgatory, of course!" "Then why don't you ask him about that famous Baptiste, your sweetheart in 1837, who let himself tumble off a roof, and on whose account you have so many masses said?
They ought to have met each other down there!" "That's very possible." "Unless Baptiste has left there since the time when you paid so much money to get him out." "Very well.

I'll go this very evening to the Colonel's chamber, and, since he's not proud, he'll tell me all he knows about it .-- But, Celestin, are'nt you never going to act different?
Here you've rubbed my silver pickle knives on the grindstone again!" The guests came into the parlor, where the Renault family with M.Nibor and the Colonel were already assembled.

There were successively presented to M.Fougas the mayor of the city, Doctor Martout, Master Bonnivet the notary, M.Audret, and three members of the Paris committee; the other three had been obliged to return before dinner.

The guests were not entirely at their ease; their sides, bruised by the first movements of Fougas, left room for them to suppose that possibly they were dining with a maniac.