I'm always saying to the Town Council, 'You must give 'em clink,' I says, 'that gang of Bolshevists, for the slightest infractionment of the laws against drunkenness.' Yes, indeed! There's that Jean Latrouille in the Town Council, eh?
They talk about keeping order, but as soon as it's a question of a-doing of it, they seem like a cold draught." The good fellow is angry.

He raises his great fist and shakes it in space like a medieval mace.

Pointing where Brisbille has just plunged floundering into the night, he says, "That's what Socialists are,--the conquering people what can't stand up on their legs! I may be a botcher in life, but I'm for peace and order.

Good-night, good-night.
Is she well, Aunt Josephine?
I'm for tranquillity and liberty and order.

That's why I've always kept clear of their crowd.