CHAPTER VI.
RECRUITS.
The band swelled every moment, and near the Rue des Billettes, a tall,grayish-haired man, whose rough bold face Courfeyrac, Enjolras, andCombeferre noticed, though not one of them knew him, joined them.Gavroche, busy singing, whistling, and shouting, and rapping thewindow-shutters with his pistol-butt, paid no attention to this man.As they went through the Rue de la Verrerie they happened to passCourfeyrac's door.
"That's lucky," said Courfeyrac, "for I have forgotten my purse andlost my hat."
He left the band and bounded up-stairs, where he put on an old hat andput his purse in his pocket. He also took up a large square box of thesize of a portmanteau, which was concealed among his dirty linen. As hewas running down-stairs again his portress hailed him.
"Monsieur de Courfeyrac!"
"Portress, what is your name?" Courfeyrac retorted.
She stood in stupefaction.
"Why, you know very well, sir, that my name is Mother Veuvain."
"Well, then, if ever you call me M. de Courfeyrac again I shall callyou Mother de Veuvain. Now speak; what is it?"
"Some one wishes to speak to you."
"Who is it?"
"I don't know."
"Where is he?"
"In my lodge."
"Oh, the devil!" said Courfeyrac.
"Why! he has been waiting for more than an hour for you to come in."
At the same time a species of young workman, thin, livid, small,marked with freckles, dressed in an old blouse and a pair of patchedcotton-velvet trousers, who looked more like a girl attired as a boythan a man, stepped out of the lodge and said to Courfeyrac in a voicewhich was not the least in the world a feminine voice,--
"Monsieur Marius, if you please?"
"He is not here."
"Will he come in to-night?"
"I do not know."
And Courfeyrac added, "I shall not be in to-night."
The young man looked at him intently and asked,--
"Why not?"
"Because I shall not."
"Where are you going?"
"How does that concern you?"
"Shall I carry your chest for you?"
"I am going to the barricades."
"May I go with you?"
"If you like," Courfeyrac replied; "the street is free, and thepavement belongs to everybody."
And he ran off to join his friends again; when he had done so, he gaveone of them the box to carry, and it was not till a quarter of an hourafter that he noticed that the young man was really following them. Amob does not go exactly where it wishes, and we have explained that apuff of wind directs it. They passed St. Merry, and found themselves,without knowing exactly why, in the Rue St. Denis.
BOOK XII.
CORINTH.