John of Paris

Ah, well! But your master is then? . . . . .

A traveler whom no expense frightens; and who, when he is pleased with his host, never leaves without leaving him the most palpable proofs of his magnificence and his generosity.

Plague take it! An exclamation of frustration or astonishment.

He follows his retinue closely; so then, have the small mezzanine prepared as soon as possible.

Wait . . . . . wait! I have had another reflection; your master is only to stop here for dinner: it would be a real shame if, during that very time, my other travelers were to arrive. I do not see, therefore, why, instead of putting Mr. Jean de Paris in that mezzanine, where he would be very cramped, I should not lodge him on the first floor in the grand apartment.

Undoubtedly . . . . . come! Let it be for the grand apartment on the first floor!

But, father, you should have told me that; now, I have already arranged the room as if for a princess, and not . . .

Eh, what does it matter! Have I not told you a hundred times? Here, there is no difference between travelers; the same care, the same regard for all: oh! I am firm in my principles, I am.