“Mind what you promise. I am living in a garret in Cordelier’ Street. A garret, mark you, while you—” he emphasized the word with an affectation of proud simplicity.
“While I—— ”
“While, so they say, you live in a palace.”
The master shrugged his shoulders as a giant might do when jeered at by a dwarf.
“I will call upon you in your garret in the morning.”
“I go to the dissection hall at daybreak and then to the hospital.”
“That will suit me very well; I should have suggested it if you had not said it.”
“You understand—early—I do not sleep much.”
“And I never sleep at peep of day,” said Balsamo.
Upon this they separated, as they had reached the street door, dark and lonely on their going forth as it had been noisy and lively when they went in.