The spectators applauded.

The chiffonnier smiled a dark smile, and turned away.
"Hello, my friend!" cried Camors, touching his arm, "would you like to earn five Louis?
If so, give me a knock-down blow.

That will give you pleasure and do me good." The man turned, looked him steadily in the eye, then suddenly dealt him such a blow in the face that he reeled against the opposite wall.

The young men standing by made a movement to fall upon the graybeard.
"Let no one harm him!" cried Camors.

"Here, my man, are your hundred francs." "Keep them," replied the other, "I am paid;" and walked away.
"Bravo, Belisarius!" laughed Camors.