"Monsieur, it's me, Beauvinet."
"You! I don't know you."
"No, because Joséphine asked the privilege of blacking monsieur's boots; but I also belong to the house."
"In the first place, my dear fellow, nobody blacks my boots, because I only wear patent leathers; and they are never blacked; that was a stupid remark of yours; go on."
"I was saying to monsieur that I belonged in the house."
"What are you in the house?"
"I am the young man, monsieur."
"Ah! you are the young man, are you? how long have you been the young man?"
"More than twenty years, monsieur."
"You are an old young man then?"