on''t find it comic any more, I''ve had enough of puns, good God! no more farces, Eternal Father! I want to eat till I am full, I want to drink my fill! to gormandize! to sleep! to do nothing!
I want to have my turn, so I do, come now! before I die!
I want to be a bit of a millionnaire!"
He took a turn round the hovel, and added:--
"Like other people."
"What do you mean by that?" asked the woman.
He shook his head, winked, screwed up one eye, and raised his voice like a medical professor who is about to make a demonstration:--
"What do I mean by that?
Listen!"
"Hush!" muttered the woman, "not so loud!
These are matters which must not be overheard."
"Bah!
Who''s here?
Our neighbor?
I saw him go out a little while ago.
Besides, he doesn''t listen, the big booby. And I tell you that I saw him go out."
Nevertheless, by a sort of instinct, Jondrette lowered his voice, although not sufficiently to prevent Marius hearing his words. One favorable circumstance, which enabled Marius not to lose a word of this conversation was the falling snow which deadened the sound of vehicles on the boulevard.
This is what Marius heard:--
"Listen carefully.
The Croesus is caught, or as good as caught! That''s all settled already.
Everything is arranged.
I have seen some people.
He will come here this evening at six o''clock. To bring sixty francs, the rascal!