Perhaps you and I shall have the pleasure of showing the great city to Mr.
Lennox some day." He hooked his hand in Robert's arm and drew him away.
"Don't mind Boucher," he said.

"He has a certain brusqueness of manner at times, although he is a good soul.

He can't bear for anyone to suggest that another city, even one of our own, could possibly rival Paris in any particular.

It's his pet devotion, and we won't disturb him in it.

There's your friend, Tayoga, standing by the wall with his arms folded across his chest.