"And whom will he marry? Some Russian or German princess, I suppose?"
"No; he will say, 'I have returned by the will of the French people, so I will marry a daughter of the People.'"
We laughed: divination was beginning to intermingle with prophecy.
"And where will he find this daughter of the People, my child?"
"He will say, 'Seek the young girl I saw at No. 42 in the faubourg Saint-Martin, where she had climbed up on a street-post ; she was clad in a white dress and was waving a green bough in her hand.'"
"Well, will they go to the faubourg Saint-Martin?"
"Certainly."
"Will they find the young girl?"
"Yes, at No. 42."