"What a fuss to make over a few faded duds! What's the use of having uncles if they let you freeze to death?"
"Holy forks! how hungry I am!"
"Rascally solicitor, to turn us into the street!"
"It's all the fault of that lanky, ill-built Gascon, who went to him and told him the story of the orange costume!"
"And all the offices are supplied with clerks—no place to be found!"
"If we could only find some other business!"
"It's all one to me; I would take anything that was open!"
"Even if it was a cook's place?"
"Pardieu! I would take it, I would turn cook with all my heart! Can you imagine a more alluring trade at this moment? To stand in front of a nice hot oven and smell the odor of a number of saucepans from which you always select the choicest bits?"
"Yes, I agree that that would be more agreeable than walking on Pont-Neuf in such weather as this! But as it isn't probable that we can find places even as scullions, I think that, in order to avoid starvation, we had best allow ourselves to be kidnapped by a sergeant in the king's service, and decide to serve our country as best we can!"