[His ruff flattens in faint annoyance.] No-one tattled to me; I only assumed, since there was a battle, and so many of you came to the Turtle looking rather the worse for wear. Are you saying you did not die there, after all?

[A moment of uncertain wavering: another moment where he is oddly and irresistibly reminded of Tharkay, before the moment passes. Dry wit and tendency toward solitude aside, they are not that much alike, at all, but sometimes...] Yes, I suppose I noticed that. But if you were not a student, what did you do, in Paris?

[More importantly, what were you doing at those barricades?]