"Anyway, masters are very annoying; and I hope, for Moreau's sake, that he has made butter for his bread." "I have often been to your house in the rue de la Chaussee d'Antin to carry baskets of game," said Pierrotin, "but I've never had the advantage, so far of seeing either monsieur or madame." "Monsieur le comte is a good man," said the footman, confidentially.
"But if he insists on your helping to keep up his cognito there's something in the wind.

At any rate, so we think at the house; or else, why should he countermand the Daumont,--why travel in a coucou?
A peer of France might afford to hire a cabriolet to himself, one would think." "A cabriolet would cost him forty francs to go there and back; for let me tell you, if you don't know it, that road was only made for squirrels,--up-hill and down, down-hill and up!" said Pierrotin.

"Peer of France or bourgeois, they are all looking after the main chance, and saving their money.

If this journey concerns Monsieur Moreau, faith, I'd be sorry any harm should come to him! Twenty good Gods! hadn't I better find some way of warning him ?--for he's a truly good man, a kind man, a king of men, hey!" "Pooh! Monsieur le comte thinks everything of Monsieur Moreau," replied the valet.

"But let me give you a bit of good advice.