"Drive me to the Faubourg St. Germain."
"Likely, indeed! and lose my place. Ma foi!—Faubourg St. Germain!"
"Lubin! I have a napoleon in my pocket, and I'll give it you if——"
But the carriage drove on.
I sank back on the cushions, but I was not defeated yet. There was a block of traffic in the Rue de Trône. I put my hand out, opened the door on the left side, and the next moment I was standing upon the pavement, and the heavy old carriage was driving on, with the door swinging open.
Then I ran, ran till I was out of breath, and in a broad street full of shops.
A barrel-organ was playing in the sunshine; a herd of she-asses were trotting along, followed by an Auvergnat in sabots, and a cabriolet plying for hire was approaching on the opposite side of the way.
I hailed the driver, and told him to take me to the Faubourg St. Germain.
"Where to in the Faubourg St. Germain?" asked the man.