ast forever.
In the meantime, Marius trembled.
It seemed impossible to him that she should not hear his breathing.
She stepped to the window and looked out with the half-foolish way she had.
"How ugly Paris is when it has put on a white chemise!" said she.
She returned to the mirror and began again to put on airs before it, scrutinizing herself full-face and three-quarters face in turn.
"Well!" cried her father, "what are you about there?"
"I am looking under the bed and the furniture," she replied, continuing to arrange her hair; "there''s no one here."
"Booby!" yelled her father.
"Come here this minute!
And don''t waste any time about it!"
"Coming!
Coming!" said she.
"One has no time for anything in this hovel!"
She hummed:--Vous me quittez pour aller a la gloire;[29]
Mon triste coeur suivra partout.
[29] You leave me to go to glory; my sad heart will follow you everywhere.
She cast a parting glance in the mirror and went out, shutting the door behind her.
A moment more, and Marius heard the sound of the two young girls'' bare feet in the corridor, and Jondrette''s voice shouting to them:--
"Pay strict heed!
One on the side of the barrier, the other at the corner of the Rue du Petit-Banquier. Don''t lose sight for a moment of the door of this house, and the moment you see anything, rush here on the instant! as hard as you can go!