Like a well-bred gamester who knows how to lose with a good grace the old gentleman laughed drily to himself as he tapped his snuff-box.
"We are delightfully taken, cher Vicomte," he murmured, applying the tobacco to his nostril as he spoke.

"It's odds you won't be able to repeat that pretty story to any more of your friends.

I warned you that you inclined to relate it too often." With a sudden oath, Ombreval--moved to valour by the blind rage that possessed him--sprang at La Boulaye.

But, as suddenly, Garin caught his arms from behind and held him fast.
"Remove them both," La Boulaye commanded.

"Place them in safety for the night, and see that they do not escape you, Garin, as you value your neck." Des Coudax shut his snuff-box with a snap.
"For my part, I am ready, Monsieur--your pardon--Citizen," he said, "and I shall give you no trouble.