therwise than masked.
Here I''m concealed, no one knows that I''m here.
But to-morrow, there will be no more maskers. It''s Ash Wednesday.
I run the risk of being nabbed.
I must sneak back into my hole.
But you are free."
"Not particularly."
"More than I am, at any rate."
"Well, what of that?"
"You must try to find out where that wedding-party went to."
"Where it went?"
"Yes."
"I know."
"Where is it going then?"
"To the Cadran-Bleu."
"In the first place, it''s not in that direction."
"Well! to la Rapee."
"Or elsewhere."
"It''s free.
Wedding-parties are at liberty."
"That''s not the point at all.
I tell you that you must try to learn for me what that wedding is, who that old cove belongs to, and where that wedding pair lives."
"I like that! that would be queer.
It''s so easy to find out a wedding-party that passed through the street on a Shrove Tuesday, a week afterwards.
A pin in a hay-mow! It ain''t possible!"
"That don''t matter.
You must try.
You understand me, Azelma."
The two files resumed their movement on both sides of the boulevard, in opposite directions, and the carriage of the maskers lost sight of the "trap" of the bride.
BOOK SIXTH.--THE SLEEPLESS NIGHT
CHAPTER II
JEAN VALJEAN STILL WEARS HIS ARM IN A SLING