"Hop-the-Gutter, my friend, you forget yourself; this poultry is and must be a stranger to you."
"And, like a good Frenchman, you should have a wholesome hatred of the stranger."
"All that will come to your share may be his feet."
"Emblem of the velocity with which you run on the office errands."
"I thought I might at least have a right to the carcass to pick!" muttered Hop-the-Gutter.
"Perchance, as an excessive favour, but not as a right; just as with the Charter of 1814, which was but another carcass of liberty!" said the Mirabeau of the office.
"Talking of carcasses," observed one youth, with brutal insensibility, "may heaven receive the soul of Madame Séraphin! For since she was drowned in her water-party of pleasure, we are no longer condemned to eternal 'cag-mag.'"
"And, for a whole week, the governor, instead of giving us breakfast—"
"Allows us each two francs a day."
"It was that which made me say, 'Heaven receive the soul of Mother Séraphin!'"