Brossard

Brossard walked over to the dressing room where Stern kept his sex toys—and, as he had shown her, his three pistols.

M. Brossard and his family breakfasted and dined apart, in their own private dining‑room, close by.

I had often seen them at Brossard's, when they came to see Barty, but had never been at their house before.

Si vis pacem, para bellum, as Père Brossard used to impress upon us.

Seems to me Brossard himself would be afraid of you if you looked at him that way.

Brossard took the loaf from him, and pointed with it to the stairway,--a mute command for Jules to go to bed at once.