“They alluded to the men who have just passed: they are condemned to transportation.”
“May I venture to ask what they mean by transportation?”
“Sending men into exile.”
“For what reason?”
“Because they wished to fight for liberty,” whispered the swarthy man, who then took his hat, and, casting a glance of defiance at the throng, departed.
Eusebe followed. As he passed out of the door, he heard the waiter exclaim,—
“There goes a verdant one.”
Eusebe thought this was intended as an insult, but he was not sure of the sense of the term verdant, and, therefore, gave himself no trouble about it. He took a seat on one of the benches of the Boulevard du Temple, and seemed absorbed in reflection. What he thought, it is impossible for us to say; but when he arose, he might have been heard to murmur,—