You should be a gentleman since you frequent the Hotel de Bourgogne.

My thanks." Gaubert went aside to confer with Monsieur Courthon.

Sanguinetti stood apart, his manner haughty and impressive, his eye roaming scornfully through the ranks of what had by now become a crowd.

Windows were opening in the street, and heads appearing, and across the way Garnache might have beheld the flabby face of Monsieur de Tressan among the spectators of that little scene.
Rabecque drew near his master.
"Have a care, monsieur," he implored him.

"If this should be a trap." Garnache started.