o Courfeyrac in a voice which was not the least in the world like a woman''s voice:--
"Monsieur Marius, if you please."
"He is not here."
"Will he return this evening?"
"I know nothing about it."
And Courfeyrac added:--
"For my part, I shall not return."
The young man gazed steadily at him and said:--
"Why not?"
"Because."
"Where are you going, then?"
"What business is that of yours?"
"Would you like to have me carry your coffer for you?"
"I am going to the barricades."
"Would you like to have me go with you?"
"If you like!" replied Courfeyrac.
"The street is free, the pavements belong to every one."
And he made his escape at a run to join his friends.
When he had rejoined them, he gave the coffer to one of them to carry. It was only a quarter of an hour after this that he saw the young man, who had actually followed them.
A mob does not go precisely where it intends.
We have explained that a gust of wind carries it away.
They overshot Saint-Merry and found themselves, without precisely knowing how, in the Rue Saint-Denis.
BOOK TWELFTH.--CORINTHE
CHAPTER I
HISTORY OF CORINTHE FROM ITS FOUNDATION
The Parisians who nowadays on entering on the Rue Rambuteau at the end near the Halles, notice on their right, opposite the Rue Mondetour, a basket-maker''s shop having for its sign a basket in the form of Napoleon the Great with this inscription:--⊥思⊥兔⊥在⊥線⊥閱⊥讀⊥