He noticed that Pradeline crossed the street once more and stepped into a neighboring cafe. "The unfortunate girl! She surely means to drown her disappointment in several glasses of wine. If she does she will be capable of coming out again and pursuing me straight into the shop. Good God! What would Madam Lebrenn and mademoiselle think of that!" A new incident cut short, for a while, the chaste apprehensions of Gildas. A four-wheeled truck, drawn by a strong horse, and containing three large, flat chests about two meters high and inscribed _Glass_, drew up before the shop. The vehicle was in charge of two men in blouses. One of these, named Dupont, was the same who had been to the shop early that morning in order to recommend to Monsieur Lebrenn not to inspect his supply of grain. The other wore a thick grey beard. They alighted from their seat, and Dupont, the driver, stepping into the shop, greeted Madam Lebrenn and said: "Has Monsieur Lebrenn not yet returned, madam?" "No, monsieur." "We have brought him three cases of looking glasses." "Very well, monsieur," answered Madam Lebrenn. And calling Gildas, she added: "Help these gentlemen to bring in the looking glasses." The shop-assistant obeyed, saying to himself: "A puzzling house! Three chests with looking glasses--and so heavy! Master, his wife and daughter must be very fond of looking at themselves!" Dupont and his grey-bearded companion had helped Gildas to place the chests in the room behind the shop, as directed by Madam Lebrenn, when she said to them: "What is the news, messieurs? Is the agitation in Paris subsiding?" "On the contrary, madam, 'tis getting hotter--and still hotter," answered Dupont with barely concealed satisfaction. "They have commenced to throw up barricades in the St. Antoine quarter. To-night the preparations--to-morrow, battle." Hardly had Dupont uttered these words, when a formidable clamor was heard from the distance, the words "_Long live the Reform!_" being distinctly audible. Gildas ran to the door. "Let's hurry," said Dupont to his companion. "Our truck may be taken for the center of a barricade; it would be premature--we have still several errands to attend to;" and bowing to Madam Lebrenn, he added, "Our regards to your husband, madam." The two men leaped upon the seat of their truck, gave their horse the whip, and drove away in the direction opposite to that whence the clamor proceeded. Gildas had closely followed with his eyes and with renewed uneasiness the new concourse of people near the St. Denis Gate. Suddenly he saw Pradeline emerge from the cafe which she had entered a few minutes before, and direct her steps towards the shop, holding a letter in her hand. "What a persistent minx! She has been writing to me!" thought Gildas. "The wretched woman is bringing me the letter herself! A declaration! I am going to be disgraced in the eyes of my employers!"