The two clerks emptied the jug of wine, and Bahuchet paid the bill. They left the wine shop. The day was nearing its end. "Until to-morrow!" said Bahuchet, shaking hands with his comrade. "Until to-morrow!" And the little man ran off in the opposite direction to that which Plumard took to go to Rue Dauphine. And as he ran, he laughed in his sleeve, saying to himself: "Take the plume, dear boy; I am going to enjoy myself, to pass the night in jollification at a wine shop, and to make up a pomade to redeem my gold piece!" As Plumard drew near to Master Landry's establishment, he felt that his resolution weakened; a nervous shiver ran through his limbs. To restore his courage, he passed his hand over his bald head several times, saying to himself: "Hair! it will make my hair grow! I shall have as much as Samson, perhaps! How handsome I shall be when I have some hair! No woman will be able to resist me then. And when they ask me for a lock, I shall not be compelled to refuse them, as I am to-day.--Ah! corbleu! sacrebleu! morbleu! I must shrink at nothing in face of that hope! How beautifully I will dress my hair! I will have curls falling over my ears.--But suppose that old woman should rush at me and claw my eyes out! Peste! then I should not see my hair grow!--My eyes are superb; I should never be able to console myself for the loss of even half of one of them.--This is a very embarrassing, very delicate affair! Let me think a little. Might I not make some change in what I have to say when I deliver the plume? After all, Bahuchet won't be at my back to listen to what I say! He has taken me in many times; and if I should cheat him a little, where would be the harm?--And then, I should be sorry to make trouble for that girl, who, they say, is so pretty! Who knows whether some day, when I have some hair, she may not feel a tender affection for me, on being told of the service I rendered her?--Yes, I must be generous to beauty, and shelter my face from scratches." In due time, Plumard reached the bath keeper's house. It was dark and the shopkeepers were beginning to close their doors. The old trooper of Henri IV sat in his doorway, smoking his pipe. The clerk walked up and down the street several times; at last he decided to accost Landry, saying to himself: