"Where is the Schoolmaster, my good fellow?"
"In another room, with the Chouette. You will send for the police, M. Rodolph?"
"No."
"You surely will not let him go! Ah, M. Rodolph, none of that nonsensical generosity! I say again, he is a mad dog,—let the passengers look out!"
"He will never bite again, be assured."
"Then you are going to shut him up somewhere?"
"No; in half an hour he will leave this house."
"The Schoolmaster?"
"Yes."