"Where yer goin'?"
"Into Paris."
"I know that, but where yer goin' to put up that there cart?"
"We've been told that there are some free places round the fortifications."
The little clown slapped his thighs with his two hands.
"The fortifications: Oh la la!"
"Isn't there any place?"
"Yes."
"Well, then?"
"It ain't the place for you ... round the fortifications! Have yer got any men with yer? Big strong men who are not afraid of a stab from a dagger. One who can give a jab as well as take one."