Of the performers before this audience Jean Marot and his stalwart companion found themselves particularly observed from their début. The red turban was conspicuous enough, and gave a theatrical aspect to the man who wore it. There was that in his ensemble which recalled the great Revolution and the scarcely less sanguinary conflicts of '71. By his side and contrasting strangely with the coarse brute features of this muscular humanity was the finely chiselled face of the student under the rough cap of the workman. A picturesque pair, they were greeted on all sides with all sorts of cries and comments:
"That red cap is very appropriate."
"It is the head-dress of the barricades."
"Sure!"
"Of la Villette, hein?"
"The man is mad!"
"Ah! look at that!"
"There goes a good rascal."
"A young man and his father perhaps."
"No!"