Rigolette took a match, and lit an end of candle, which was in a very shining candlestick. "Dear me! wax candle, neighbor--what luxury!" "The little I burn costs me a trifle more than a tallow candle, but it is so much neater." "Not much dearer?" "Oh, no. I buy these ends of candles by the pound, and a half-pound serves me a month." "But," said Rudolph, mending the pen carefully, while the grisette tied her bonnet before the glass, "I see no preparations for your dinner." "I haven't a shadow of hunger. I took a cup of milk this morning; I will take another to-night, with a little bread! I shall have enough." "Will you not come and eat dinner with me when we come away from Germain's?" "I thank you, neighbor; I have my heart too full; another time with pleasure. What do you say to the evening of the day that poor Germain comes out of prison? I invite myself, and afterward we will go to the play. Is it agreed?" "It is, neighbor; I assure you that I shall not forget this engagement. But to-day you refuse me?" "Yes, M. Rudolph; I should be too stupid to-day; besides, it would take up too much time. Only think--it is now, if ever, that I must not be lazy." "Come, I will give up this pleasure for to-day." "Here, take my bundle, neighbor; go before, I will shut the door." "Here is an excellent pen--now, your bundle." "Take care you don't tumble it--it is poult de soie--it shows the folds--hold it in your hand--that way--lightly. Well, pass on, I will light you." Rudolph descended, preceded by Rigolette. As they passed the lodge they saw Pipelet, who, with his arms hanging down, advanced toward them from the bottom of the alley. In one hand he held the sign, which announced to the public that he would "deal in friendship" with Cabrion; and in the other, the portrait of the infernal painter. The despair of Alfred was so overwhelming that his chin rested on his breast, and nothing could be seen but the top of his hat. On seeing him approach, with his head down, toward Rudolph and Rigolette, one would have said it was a goat or a negro butt preparing for combat. Anastasia appeared on the threshold, and cried at the sight of her husband. "Well, old darling! here you are, hey? What did the commissary say to you? Alfred, pay attention; now you are going to poke yourself against my prince of lodgers. Who has stolen your eyes? Pardon, M. Rudolph; that beggar Cabrion stupefies him more and more-- he certainly will make him turn to a jackass, my poor love! Alfred, answer!" At this voice, so dear to his heart, Pipelet raised his head; his features were imprinted with a melancholy bitterness. "What did the commissary say to you?" repeated Anastasia. "Anastasia, we must collect the little that we possess, clasp our friends in our arms, pack our trunks, and expatriate ourselves from France-from my 'belle France!'-for, sure now of impunity, the monster is capable of pursuing me everywhere." "Then, the commissary!"