"Where are you going?" I asked.
She shrugged her shoulders, and said to me, in a childish voice, with a little, careless pout:
"I am going home."
We walked along down the avenue.
I saw upon a bench two soldiers, one of whom was discoursing gravely, while the other listened with respect. These soldiers were the sergeant and the conscript. The sergeant, who seemed to me greatly moved, made me a mocking salute, murmuring:
"The rich lend, sometimes, Monsieur."
The conscript, a tender and innocent soul, said to me, in a tone full of grief:
"I had only her, Monsieur: you are stealing from me the girl who loves me!"
I crossed the thoroughfare, and took another street.
Three youths came towards us, holding each other by the arm and singing very loudly. I recognized the schoolboys. The little wretches had no further need to feign intoxication. They stopped, almost bursting with laughter; then, they followed me a few steps, crying after me, each one in an uncertain voice: