"Be easy; I'll go and put myself in ambuscade and examine all the feminine visages."
"Take care they don't slap you; that would draw a crowd, and wouldn't please me."
"Slap me! They're more likely to kiss me, I should say; but I'll make a grimace, so as not to tempt them."
And Chaudoreille, drawing his hat down over his eyes, departed, taking as long steps as his little legs would permit.
In about three minutes Chaudoreille returned to say to the barber,—
"There's a woman who has just come along by the Pont Marie, and who is going to pass over this bridge."
"Indeed! Is she the one we are waiting for? You ought to know, if you've peered into her face."
"No; I wasn't able to do that this time, because she was giving her arm to a man, and he would have been frightened."
"If she's with a man it's not our young girl; one doesn't bring witnesses to a lovers' meeting."
"That's correct," said Chaudoreille, and he started off again.