Whoof! Almost as dull as the infernal old jail. Warmer, but almost as dismal. Wait till she comes back?
Yes, certainly; but where is she gone, and how long will she be gone? No matter! Rigaud Lagnier Blandois,
my amiable subject, you will get your money. You will enrich yourself. You have lived a gentleman; you
will die a gentleman. You triumph, my little boy; but it is your character to triumph. Whoof! In the hour
of his triumph, his moustache went up and his nose came down, as he ogled a great beam over his
head with particular satisfaction.