This daring was answered by a chorus of protest:
"You are M. Derize's friend!"
"His lawyer!"
"You are defending him!"
"That is your profession!"
Mme. de Vimelle, her nose as sharp as a razor blade, had given vent to this last answer.
"At your service," replied Philippe. "But who is there that does not need to be defended?"
And he took advantage of the movement toward the refreshments to take his leave. M. Prémereux rejoined him on the staircase.
"I fear you have made some enemies," suggested the prudent counselor.
The barrister, who had been amused by the fencing match smiled complacently: