"Yes, sir, but——"
"My husband's an honest man, sir—perfectly honest," broke in his wife. "You've only to ask M. Gournay-Martin; he'll——"
"Be so good as to keep quiet, my good woman," said M. Formery; and, turning to her husband, he went on: "At your first conviction you were sentenced to a day's imprisonment with costs; at your second conviction you got three days' imprisonment."
"I'm not going to deny it, sir," said the concierge; "but it was an honourable imprisonment."
"Honourable?" said M. Formery.
"The first time, I was a gentleman's servant, and I got a day's imprisonment for crying, 'Hurrah for the General Strike!'—on the first of May."
"You were a valet? In whose service?" said M. Formery.
"In the service of M. Genlis, the Socialist leader."
"And your second conviction?" said M. Formery.
"It was for having cried in the porch of Ste. Clotilde, 'Down with the cows!'—meaning the police, sir," said the concierge.
