Here M. Verduret was interrupted by an exclamation from Prosper, who was standing near a window.
“What is the matter?” he inquired.
“There is Clameran!” cried Prosper, “over there.”
M. Verduret and Joseph ran to the window.
“Where is he?” said Joseph, “I don’t see him.”
“There, at the corner of the bridge, behind that orange-woman’s stall.”
Prosper was right. It was the noble Marquis of Clameran, who, hid behind the stall, was watching for his servant to come out of the Archangel.
At first the quick-sighted Verduret had some doubts whether it was the marquis, who, being skilled in these hazardous expeditions, managed to conceal himself behind a pillar so as to elude detection.
But a moment came, when, elbowed by the pressing crowd, he was obliged to come out on the pavement in full view of the window.
“Now don’t you see I was right!” cried the cashier.