"And your watch, monsieur?" she asked, apprehensively.
"Gone, of course!"
"Oh, the miserable cowards!"
He was less moved than she at the loss. It seemed trifling by the side of his other misfortunes.
But the coachman was interested. He carefully noted the number of the house again, and when she passed up his fare looked into her face with a knowing leer.
"If monsieur wishes to go back to the Préfecture," he said to her, tentatively.
"Oh, no!" said Jean.
The girl, however, understood the significance of this inquiry, and coldly demanded the man's number.
"If Mademoiselle Fouchette should need you again," she added, putting the slip in her pocket, "she will know where to find you."
And to the manifest astonishment of the cabman, who could not divine what a woman of Rue St. Jacques would want with a man without money, or at least valuables, she slipped her arm through Jean's and entered the house.