“We could if we knew what street to ask for—but we don’t.”
Longsword pulled a long face, and pondered.
“Sorra the taste of supper will we get to-night,” mourned he.
“Did the street sound anything to you like Rue Constantine?” asked Ethan, after a pause.
“It did,” answered Shamus eagerly. “It is very much like it, faith!”
“Then we’ll try for that.”
A shopman was appealed to and he directed them with much earnestness.
“You will not take the next turn, nor the next,” he explained in rapid French. “But the next after that you will take, for that is the Rue Constantine. It runs but the one direction from here, so if you walk along it and look carefully you cannot miss your house, monsieurs.”
They thanked the man and made their way in the direction indicated. When they turned into the Rue Constantine, Longsword said:
“Here it is, sure enough. I remember us passing that great building over there some time since. Faix, and it’d be a queer thing entirely if we hadn’t found our way back, so it would.”