"Gracious powers!" I exclaimed. "Are you mad?" "Yes--raving mad. Have you any objection?" "But, my dear fellow--in the face of day--in the streets of Paris! We shall get taken up by the police!" "Then suppose we get out of the streets of Paris? I'm tired enough, Heaven knows, of cultivating the arid soil of the Pavé. See, it's a glorious afternoon. Let's go somewhere." "With all my heart. Where?" "_Ah, mon Dieu! ça m'est égal_. Enghien--Vincennes--St. Cloud--Versailles ... anywhere you like. Most probably there's a fête going on somewhere, if we only knew where," "Can't we find out?" "Oh, yes--we can drop into a Café and look at the _Petites Affiches_; only that entails an absinthe; or we can go into the nearest Omnibus Bureau and see the notices on the walls, which will be cheaper." So we threaded our way along the narrow thoroughfares of the Ile de la Cité, and came presently to an Omnibus Bureau on the Quai de l'Horloge, overlooking the Pont Neuf and the river. Here the first thing we saw was a flaming placard setting forth the pleasures and attractions of the great annual fête at Courbevoie; a village on the banks of the Seine, a mile or two beyond Neuilly. "_Voilà, notre affaire_!" said Müller, gaily. "We can't do better than steer straight for Courbevoie." Saying which, he hailed a passing fiacre and bade the coachman drive to the Embarcadère of the Rive Droite. "We shall amuse ourselves famously at Courbevoie," he said, as we rattled over the stones. "We'll dine at the Toison d'Or--an excellent little restaurant overlooking the river; and if you're fond of angling, we can hire a punt and catch our own fish for dinner. Then there will be plenty of fiddling and dancing at the guingettes and gardens in the evening. By the way, though, I've no money! That is to say, none worth speaking of--_voilà!_... one franc, one piece of fifty centimes, another of twenty centimes, and some sous. I hope your pockets are better lined than mine." "Not much, I fear," I replied, pulling out my porte-monnaie, and emptying the contents into my hand. They amounted to nine francs and seventy-five centimes. "_Parbleu_! we've just eleven francs and a half between us," said Müller. "A modest sum-total; but we must make it as elastic as we can. Let me see, there'll be a franc for the fiacre, four francs for our return tickets, four for our dinner, and two and a half to spend as we like in the fair. Well, we can't commit any great extravagance with that amount of floating capital." "Better turn back and go to my rooms for some more money?" I exclaimed. "I've two Napoleons in my desk." "No, no--we should miss the three-fifty train, and not get another till between five and six." "But we shall have no fun if we have no money!"