"Force him! Can one force people to tell the truth? It is necessary that that should come natural to them. Come, let's follow Monsieur Jericourt, let's not lose sight of him. When we are in a place where there are fewer people, I'll go to him and speak to him; he knows me. He don't suspect, however, that on two occasions it was him that I tried to throw down in front of the flower girl's booth; but then, that was a joke! As I have told you, I often used to do errands for him--I haven't done any for some time, I fancy that the funds are low--to his friend, the young lion Saint-Arthur. There's a fellow who's allowing himself to be stripped bare by little Dutaillis! What a number one canary he is!" "Let us walk along faster, Chicotin; you must speak to him." "Never fear, we won't lose sight of him. When the time comes, I'll ask him, as if it was a matter of no consequence, to tell me the truth about Mamzelle Violette; I'll tell him that I had an idea of marrying her. Then why shouldn't he tell me the truth? What interest would the man have in deceiving me?" "What an excellent idea, Chicotin! Yes, yes, you must speak to him; I will keep out of the way, so as not to seem interested. Oh, go at once! go and speak to him!" "I can't now; he's met someone, he's talking with a gentleman!" "What a pity!" "It only means a little delay; we will wait, we have plenty of time." Monsieur Jericourt, the dramatic author, had in fact fallen in with one of his confreres, and the gentlemen talked together, sometimes walking a few steps, then stopping, but continuing their conversation all the time. This lasted a long while. Georget was in despair, and Chicotin said: "It must be that they are writing a play together; there's one of them who seems to be acting it, he gesticulates when he talks as if he was on the stage." "They don't act as if they proposed to say good-bye." "Well! if it's a play in five acts that they're composing, and if there's any tableaux in it----" "Oh! mon Dieu! now they're going into a cafe! That is the last straw!" "What do you expect? We can't prevent those gentlemen from wanting to take something. Suppose we go into the cafe too and take a _petit verre?_" "No, Monsieur Jericourt might notice us, and then he would see that we have followed him." "You are right, and he wouldn't answer my questions; indeed, it's better that he shouldn't see you. Well, let's do sentry duty; it's a bore, but after all, in our business we often do it for others, and we can afford to be bored on our own account once in a way." Jericourt remained more than an hour in the cafe with the person whom he had met; then they came out, talked again a long while in front of the cafe, and finally separated. "At last!" cried Georget, as they walked along Boulevard Beaumarchais, which Jericourt had taken. "This time, Chicotin, you mustn't wait before speaking to this gentleman, until he has met somebody else."