drank, the more pressing she became, and the more solemnly pledged herself to silence.
"Indeed, my boy Jules, you should tell me, when I promise you that he shall know nothing of it."
"Ah! you are such a good wench that I can keep nothing from you; but I forewarn you, do not nose, if so, take care of yourself. I would not be the death of you, but Hotot is my friend, you know."
"There is no danger, and when any one tells me a thing (pointing to her breast) it is there—it is death."
"Well, then, I went this evening to the Champs Elysées and there saw your man with Félicité; they were quarrelling at first; she declared that he had you in his room in the Rue Saint Pierre aux Bœufs. He swore that he had not, and that he no longer kept up any connection with you. You know that when she was by I could not do otherwise than say as he did. They made it up, and, afterwards, from some words they let fall, I think be parsed the night before last with Félicité at the Place du Palais Royal."
"Oh, then, you're wrong, for he was with his friends."
"With Caffin, Bicêtre, and Linois; Hotot told me that."
"What, did he tell you? He forbade my speaking of it: that is just like him, and then afterwards, if any accident should happen to him, he would fan me well."
"Oh, don't be alarmed; I am not the man to bring a friend into a scrape; if I am a spy, I have my feelings about me still!"
"I know, my dear Jules, that you were compelled to enter the police, or else return to the Bagne."
"It is all the same, police or not, I am all right still; and if I had any one to lay my clutches on, Hotot is not the man."
"You are right, my boy, never snitch upon comrades: and now, my lad of mettle, tell me, where did he go with the mot?"
"Do you wish to know? They went to roost at
