SACRRE ANGLAIS!" he added, by way of protest against all this fuss for a mere Englishman.
"But where is he now ?--Do you know ?" she asked eagerly, placing her dainty white hand upon the dirty sleeve of his blue blouse.
"He went to get a horse and cart," said Brogard, laconically, as with a surly gesture, he shook off from his arm that pretty hand which princes had been proud to kiss.
"At what time did he go ?" But Brogard had evidently had enough of these questionings.

He did not think that it was fitting for a citizen--who was the equal of anybody--to be thus catechised by these SACRRES ARISTOS, even though they were rich English ones.

It was distinctly more fitting to his newborn dignity to be as rude as possible; it was a sure sign of servility to meekly reply to civil questions.
"I don't know," he said surlily.

"I have said enough, VOYONS, LES ARISTOS!.

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