"That is the pure gamin, and there are many varieties in the gamin genus. The notary-gamin is called 'skip-the-gutter;' the cook-gamin is called 'scullion;' the baker-gamin is called 'paper-cap;' the footman-gamin is called 'tiger;' the sailor-gamin is called 'cabin-boy;' the soldier-gamin is called 'drummer-boy;' the painter-gamin is called 'dauber;' the tradesman-gamin is called 'errand-boy;' the courtier-gamin is called 'favorite;' the royal-gamin is called 'dauphin;' and the divine-gamin is called 'Bambino.'" In the mean while Laigle meditated, and said in a low voice,-- "A--B--C, that is to say, funeral of General Lamarque." "The tall, fair man," Grantaire observed, "is Enjolras, who has sent to warn you." "Shall we go?" asked Bossuet. "It's raiding," said Joly; "I have sworn to go through fire but dot through water, and I do dot wish to bake by cold worse." "I shall stay here," Grantaire remarked; "I prefer a breakfast to a hearse." "Conclusion, we remain," Laigle continued; "in that case let us drink. Besides, we may miss the funeral without missing the row." "Ah, the row!" cried Joly, "I'b id that." Laigle rubbed his hands. "So the revolution of 1830 is going to begin over again. Indeed, it disturbs people by brushing against them." "I do not care a rap for your revolution," Grantaire remarked, "and I do not execrate the present Government, for it is the crown tempered by the cotton nightcap, a sceptre terminating in an umbrella. In such weather as this Louis Philippe might use his royalty for two objects,--stretch out the sceptre-end against the people, and open the umbrella-end against the sky." The room was dark, and heavy clouds completely veiled the daylight. There was no one in the wine-shop or in the streets, for everybody had gone "to see the events." "Is it midday or midnight?" Bossuet asked; "I can see nothing; bring a candle, Gibelotte." Grantaire was drinking sorrowfully. "Enjolras disdains me," he muttered. "Enjolras said to himself, 'Joly is ill and Grantaire is drunk,' and so he sent Navet to Bossuet. And yet, if he had fetched me, I would have followed him. All the worse for Enjolras! I will not go to his funeral."