Passepoil whispered, insinuatingly: "Could I help to carry off the
lady?"
Lagardere's frown deepened. "No, thank you. I do my own love-making.
Clear out and leave me alone. That is all I want of you, my friends."
Cocardasse sighed. "I'd do anything in the world to oblige you, but--" He
paused and looked helplessly at his former pupil, whom his faltering
speech, his hesitating manner began to anger.
"But what?" said Lagardere, sharply.
Cocardasse made an apologetic gesture. "Every man to his trade. We also
are waiting for some one."