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VICTOIRE'S SLIP They were silent. The Duke walked to the fireplace, stepped into it, and studied the opening. He came out again and said: "Oh, by the way, M. Formery, the policeman at the front door wanted to stop me going out of the house when I went home to change. I take it that M. Guerchard's prohibition does not apply to me?" "Of course not—of course not, your Grace," said M. Formery quickly. "I saw that you had changed your clothes, your Grace," said Guerchard. "I thought that you had done it here." "No," said the Duke, "I went home. The policeman protested; but he went no further, so I did not throw him into the middle of the street." "Whatever our station, we should respect the law," said M. Formery solemnly. "The Republican Law, M. Formery? I am a Royalist," said the Duke, s