"Enough! Barabant is a patriot. I know it!"
Boudgoust, who disliked quarrels, interrupted:
"Hello, who's this brat?"
A girl of six or seven was approaching, carrying in her arms a stool.
Javogues, at once suspicious, stopped her.
"Who sent you out, my little one?"
"Papa."
"And who is your father?"
"The wig-maker there," she said, showing the shop with her small finger. "He's coming to take my place later."
"Ah, your papa is a good Royalist."