"You are right,—little Tortillard is as cunning as a fox; he is not ten years of age, and yet it was he who the other day—"
A signal from the Schoolmaster interrupted the Chouette.
"What does the 'Bleeding Heart' mean? It is an odd sign for a cabaret," asked Rodolph.
"You must complain to the landlord."
"What is his name?"
"The landlord of the Bleeding Heart?"
"Yes."
"What is that to you? He never asks the names of his customers."
"But, still—"
"Call him what you like,—Peter, Thomas, Christopher, or Barnabas,—he will answer to any and all. But here we are, and it's time we were, for the rain is coming down again in floods; and how the river roars! It has almost become a torrent! Why, look at it! Two more days of such rain, and the water will overflow the arches of the bridge."