At length the door of the dram-shop opened. This was what he appeared to be waiting for. Two boon companions came forth. The ray of light which escaped from the door crimsoned for a moment their jovial faces.
The man in the mantle went and stationed himself on the watch under a porch on the other side of the street.
“ Corne et tonnerre! ” said one of the comrades. “Seven o’clock is on the point of striking. ’Tis the hour of my appointed meeting.”
“ I tell you,” repeated his companion, with a thick tongue, “that I don’t live in the Rue des Mauvaises Paroles, indignus qui inter mala verba habitat . I have a lodging in the Rue Jean-Pain-Mollet, in vico Johannis Pain-Mollet . You are more horned than a unicorn if you assert the contrary. Every one knows that he who on
