Gudel met him at the door.
"Well, Bob, what is the matter? You look disturbed. Come in, and take a glass of wine. And Schwann, join us."
An hour later, the Square of Saint Amé was bright with lights, to the great joy of the peasants, who uttered many ohs! and ahs! as they entered the shed. Bobichel stood at the door.
"Come in, gentlemen and ladies, come in!" And then he continued his shouts. "Wonderful Spectacle. The amazing Iron Jaws! The Wild Woman! And Fanfar! Come in, gentlemen, come in!"
Caillette, behind the curtain, was looking through a hole, with beating heart, murmuring, "She is not coming."
And Robeccal, passing La Roulante, whispered in her ear, "It is done!"
A horse, covered with sweat, was pulled up before the door.
"You have not forgotten me?" said Irène de Salves to Bobichel.
Gudel came forward.