We took the darkest paths. Raymond followed me in fear and trembling. I led him to the wall on Rue de Clichy, and bade him sit on the ground behind a clump of trees.
“Stay here; I’ll go out of the gate and come around to the opposite side of the wall on Rue de Clichy. When there seems to be an opportune moment for you to climb over without risk, I will give the signal.”
“What signal?”
“I will clap my hands twice.”
“Agreed. The wall’s rather high; but still, rather than be beaten to a jelly—I can’t hesitate.”
“Adieu! patience; don’t make a noise, don’t stir, but wait for the signal.”
“Oh! I won’t fail. You couldn’t lend me your hat, could you?”
“Impossible; I have to sing in a duet to-morrow.”
“Then I’ll put my handkerchief over my head.”
“That will be very wise.”