"I mean that not every one has the chance to make ten francs a day."
The vague fears of Glady became definite at these words. They had walked down the Rue Ferou and reached the Place St. Sulpice.
"I think that at last I am going to find a cab," he said, precipitately.
But this hope was not realized; there was not a single cab at the station, and he was forced to submit to the assault from Saniel.
And Saniel began:
"You are compelled to walk with me, and, frankly, I rejoice, because I wish to talk to you of a serious affair—on which depends my future."
"This is a poor place for serious talk."
"I do not find it so."
"We would better appoint some other time."
"Why should we, since chance has thrown us together here?"