Let them remain.

I will go to Monsieur de Garnache." The Seneschal stared at him with contemptuously pouting underlip.

"You will go ?" said he.

"And what can you do alone?
Who are you ?" he asked.
"I am Monsieur de Garnache's servant." "A lackey?
Ah!" And Tressan turned aside and resumed his orders as if Rabecque did not exist or had never spoken.

"To the Champs aux Capuchins!" said he.