"A privilege of your office!" exclaimed Master Rabodin. "What is your office, pray?"
"I am an exempt in his Majesty's service, monsieur."
"An exempt in his Majesty's service?"
"I have that honor."
"I do not understand, monsieur."
"You will understand in a moment. You know Monsieur Biscarros, do you not?"
"Certainly I know him; he is my client."
"What do you think of him?"
"What do I think of him?"
"Yes."