"Then, if you are killed, the business will not come off."
"Quite so. When we shall have seen the doctor, we will return to politics as a sacred duty."
"Come on then, to the college where is Sebastian Gilbert," said Billet, rising.
"Let us go," added Pitou, rising but reluctantly so soft was the grass. Besides good Pitou was sleepy.
"If anything happens me, you must know what to say to Dr. Gilbert in my stead. But be mute."
Ange was not saying anything, for he was dozing.
"If I should be mortally wounded you must go to the doctor and say—Bless me, the boy's asleep——"
Indeed, Pitou was snoring where he had sunk down again.
"After all, the college will be shut at this hour," thought Billet; "we had better take a rest."
Dawn appeared when they had slept three hours; but the day did not bring any change in the warlike aspect of Paris.