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`` But , my dear colleague , I swear to you -- '' `` Show him out , '' said the lawyer to the hang-dog servant who had just entered ; and from the middle of his office , whose door remained open , before all the waiting-room , where the paternosters were silent , he pursued Jansoulet -- who slunk off murmuring excuses to the door -- with these terrible words : `` You have outraged the honour of the Chamber in my person , sir . Our colleagues shall be informed of it this very day ; and , this crime coming after your others , you will learn to your cost that Paris is not the East , and that here we do not make shameless traffic of the human conscience . '' Then , after having chased the seller from the temple , the just man closed his door , and approaching the mysterious green curtain , said in a tone that sounded soft amidst his pretended anger : `` Is that what you wanted , Baroness Marie ? '' That morning there were no guests to lunch at 32 Place Vendome , so that towards one o'clock might have been seen the majestic form of M. Barreau , gleaming white at the gate , among four or five of his scullions in their cook 's caps , and as many stable-boys in Scotch caps -- an imposing group , which gave to the house the aspect of an hotel where the staff was taking the air between the arrivals of the trains . To complete the resemblance , a cab drew up before the door and the driver took down an old leather trunk , while a tall old woman , her upright figure wrapped in a little green shawl , jumped lightly to the footpath , a basket on her arm , looked at the number with great attention , then approached the servants to ask if it was there that M. Bernard Jansoulet lived . `` It is here , '' was the answer ; `` but he is not in . '' `` That does not matter , '' said the old lady simply .