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His subtleties are all unconscious . '' The conversation becoming general , Andre-Louis soon learnt what yet there was to learn of this strolling band . They were on their way to Guichen , where they hoped to prosper at the fair that was to open on Monday next . They would make their triumphal entry into the town at noon , and setting up their stage in the old market , they would give their first performance that same Saturday night , in a new canevas -- or scenario -- of M. Binet 's own , which should set the rustics gaping . And then M. Binet fetched a sigh , and addressed himself to the elderly , swarthy , beetle-browed Polichinelle , who sat on his left . `` But we shall miss Felicien , '' said he . `` Indeed , I do not know what we shall do without him . ''