He folded his arms, then unfolded them, and plucked at his doublet.

The Chevalier was watching him from the corner of his eye.
"Speak, lad; you have something to say." "Monsieur, I can not return to the hotel.

Monsieur le Marquis has forbidden me." Breton's eyes filled with tears.

It was the first lie he had ever told his master.
"Have you any money, Victor ?" asked the Chevalier, taking out the fifty pistoles won from the vicomte and dividing them.
"Less than fifty pistoles; here is half of them." The Chevalier pushed the gold toward the lackey.

"Take these, lad; they will carry you through till you find a new master.