"Here! how here? We are at the Halles; and you told me the house was at the corner of the Rue de l'Arbre Sec."
"Tis true—but look."
"Well, I do look, and I see—"
"What?"
"Pardieu! that we are at the Halles!"
"You do not, I suppose, want our horses to clamber up on the top of the carriage in front of us?"
"No."
"Nor the carriage in front of us to mount on the one in front of it. Nor that the second should be driven over the roofs of the thirty or forty others which have arrived before us?"
"No, you are right, indeed. What a number of people! And what are they all about?"
"'Tis very simple—they are waiting their turn."