I rode up, and tapped him with my sword upon the shoulder.

'A noble deed, my good man,' said I.'I approve of your conduct, and I will remember it in the Legislature when I address the committee of the whole house on roads and bridges.' What do you think was his reply to my affable words?
When I tapped him approvingly on the shoulder a second time, he screwed his eye-glass in his eye, and, with no emotion, though my own eyes were full of tears, he said, in a tone of affront, 'Look after the man there, constable,' and pointed to the wagon.

Constable--mon Dieu! Gross manners even for a tailor!" "I had not thought his manners bad," said the Cure, as the Colonel sat down, gulped a glass of brandy-and-water, and mopped his forehead.
"A most remarkable tailor," said the Seigneur, peering into his snuff-box.
"And the driver of the mottled horse ?" asked the Notary.
"Knocked senseless.

One of my captains soon restored him.

He followed us into the village.