“Where is he?” said Joseph, “I don’t see him.”
“There, at the corner of the bridge, behind that orange-woman’s stall.”
Prosper was right. It was the noble Marquis of Clameran, who, hid behind
the stall, was watching for his servant to come out of the Archangel.
At first the quick-sighted Verduret had some doubts whether it was the
marquis, who, being skilled in these hazardous expeditions, managed to
conceal himself behind a pillar so as to elude detection.
But a moment came, when, elbowed by the pressing crowd, he was obliged
to come out on the pavement in full view of the window.
“Now don’t you see I was right!” cried the cashier.
“Well,” said the amazed Joseph, “I am amazed!”