But Plumard, who did not choose to uncover his head, made an impatient gesture and moved a little farther away, muttering:
"I have a cold in my head."
From time to time Ambroisine turned, and her eyes seemed to seek someone in that multitude, made up of people of all ranks and classes, who seemed to have appointed to meet on Place de Grève.
"Do you see Landry?" Master Hugonnet asked his daughter, who shook her head, murmuring:
"No, father, no, I don't see Monsieur Landry."
But was it Landry for whom she was looking? Was it not rather Miretta, who had told her that she too would try to go to see the Fire of Saint-Jean? Indeed, I would not swear that the belle baigneuse was not looking for someone else, for there was in her eyes a certain expression that might have aroused the suspicions of a jealous husband.
"Well! aren't they going to light the fire this evening? Are they going to make us wait till Saint-Martin's? I say! Plumard! Plumard! are you still playing the wooden man?"
"Come here, Bahuchet; this is a much better place, it's nearer the fire."
"What! do you dare to go so near as that? Look out, Plumard! the flame may singe your hair. Give me a lock first; I am sure that before long it will bring a high price, your hair! and, even so, everyone won't get it who would like some of it."
"You have forgotten something, Bahuchet!"