Hogshead Geoffrey roared with laughter.
"I paid her back so little that I didn't know what had become of her!... She had turned her back on Lariboise without leaving an address.... Thought she must have kicked the bucket!... I would have been sorry for that!... She's a good sort!... But yesterday I had word from her.... Bobinette asked me to meet her."...
"You told her to come here?"
"Sure!"
"And how did she know your address?"
Hogshead Geoffrey scratched his big head.
"Lordy! I don't know!... Probably she saw my name quoted the other day in the Petit Journal, among the conquerors in the Who's Strongest Competition. She wrote putting the number of my old shanty, rue de la Harpe!... No good being astonished at what she does!... I tell you she has education—she has!"...
It was half an hour after midnight. The owner of The Crying Calf shouted in a stentorian voice:
"Now, boys! It's only seven sous drinks now!"
It was the accustomed warning, taken as a matter of course.