Indeed, after going a few steps down the Rue Montmartre, they turned to the right.
“This,” said Rémy, “is the Rue de la Gypecienne, or Egyptienne, which you like; often called by the people the Rue de la Gyssienne, or Jussienne.”
“Very likely; but where are we going?”
“Do you see that little church?” said Rémy. “How nicely it is situated; I dare say you never remarked it before.”
“No, I did not know it.”
“Well, now that you have seen the exterior, enter and look at the windows—they are very curious.”
There was such a pleased smile on the young man’s face, that Bussy felt sure there must have been some other reason for making him enter than to look at the windows which it was too dark to see. The chapel was lighted, however, for service, and Rémy began examining a fresco of the Virgin Mary, which was a continual source of complaint to the women who frequented the church, as they said that it attracted the attention of the young shopkeepers away from them.
“You had some other object in bringing me here than that I should admire the St. Marie, had you not?”
“Ma foi! no.”
“Then let us go.”