And the whisper ran through the crowd, "It's Monseigneur."
And the crier pursued,—
"—Lantenac, ci-devant Marquis, brigand; the Imânus, brigand;—"
Two peasants looked askance at each other.
"That's Gouge-le-Bruant."
"Yes; that's Brise-Bleu."
The crier went on reading the list:—
"Grand-Francoeur, brigand;—"
A murmur-ran through the crowd.
"He's a priest."