Gavroche pressed him.
"What are you going to do to-night?"
Montparnasse again became serious, and said, mincing his words,—
"Some things."
And he suddenly changed the conversation.
"By the bye—"
"What?"
"Something that happened the other day. Just fancy. I meet a bourgeois, and he makes me a present of a sermon, and a purse. I put it in my pocket, a moment later I feel for it, and there was nothing there."
"Only the sermon," said Gavroche.
"But where are you going now?" Montparnasse continued.