At this moment a soldier entered the restaurant and, approaching the waiter, asked:
"Can you not tell me, good friend, where Monsieur de Larsagny lives?"
"About a hundred feet away in that brilliantly illuminated house—you cannot miss it."
"Thanks," said the soldier. As he was about to turn away, a well-known voice cried to him:
"Well, Galoret, what do the dear Bedouins do now?"
"Hello, Coucou—where do you hail from?" cried the soldier, joyously.
"Rather tell me where you come from?"
"Ah, I have been only three days in Paris."
"What business have you in the Larsagny palace?" he asked.