“Speak, I am master here.”
“Do me the pleasure to tell me the name of that gentleman who is walking yonder.”
“Where, there?”
“Behind the soldiers.”
“Followed by a lackey?”
“Exactly.”
“In company with a mean sort of a fellow, dressed in black?”
“Yes, I mean him.”
“That is M. Getard.”
“And who is Getard, my friend?”