"Where does the captain lodge?" asked Dubois.
"There is the door of his room; he preferred the ground-floor."
"Yes," murmured Dubois; "the windows look into the public road."
"And there is a door opening into the Rue des Deux-Boules."
"Oh, how convenient! And does not the noise annoy him?"
"There is another room above: sometimes he sleeps in one, sometimes in the other."
"Like Denis the tyrant," said Dubois, who could not refrain from Latin or historical quotations.
"What?" said mine host.
Dubois bit his lip. At this moment one of the soldiers called for wine, and the host darted off to wait upon him.
Dubois turned to the two guards.