I would not interfere in your concerns--not for the world.

I will be blind and deaf." Marius acknowledged the servile protestation by a sneer, and Rabecque, stirring at last, went forward boldly towards the doorway and its ugly, human barrier.
"By your leave, sirs," said he--and he made to thrust one of them aside.
"You cannot pass this way, sir," he was answered, respectfully but firmly.
Rabecque stood still, clenching and unclenching his hands and quivering with anger.

It was in that moment that he most fervently cursed Tressan and his stupid meddling.

Had the troopers still been there, they could have made short work of these tatter-demalions.

As it was, and with Monsieur de Garnache dead, or at least absent, everything seemed at an end.