You're a gentleman and a tailor, and old Louis Trudel will not forget you.

It shall be as you said this morning--it is no day for work.

We will play, and the clothes for the Manor can go to the devil.

Smoke of hell-fire, I will go and have a pipe with that, poor wretch the Notary!" So, a wonderful thing happened.

Louis Trudel, on a week-day and a market-day, went to smoke a pipe with Narcisse Dauphin, and to tell him that M.Mallard was going to stay with him for ever, at fine wages.