"Why, on the fifth, bourgeois!"
"Sacrebleu! I am not surprised that there is a good view; is that what you call getting me a lodging near the ground?"
"There ain't any to be had, master; but the stairs are as easy as can be; you can go up without moving your legs; and then there is a concierge who is willing to do the housework for all the tenants, at a very moderate price, and even to make the coffee."
"There are many advantages, and no mistake; where is this jewel of an apartment situated?"
"Not very far from here, monsieur, on Rue de Crussol; it's near the boulevard, near that handsome round theatre for horses, that's just been built."
"I don't know Rue de Crussol."
"If monsieur is able to walk, I will show him the way there."
"Go and fetch a carriage, and you may take me to see the lodgings."
"Right away, bourgeois."
Chicotin went out to fetch a cab, and climbed up behind when Roncherolle was inside. They stopped on Rue de Crussol in front of the house which Chicotin pointed out. An old concierge, very dirty but very polite, made repeated reverences to Roncherolle, and bustled upstairs before him, while Chicotin said to the old gentleman: