"Let's see who's following me," he thought.
The second shadow came up very cautiously and paused as if to look about him.

"I'm late," he muttered, "but perhaps they will return." A thin fine rain, which threatened to last, began to fall, so it occurred to him to take refuge under the gateway.

Naturally, he ran against the other.
"Ah! Who are you ?" asked the latest arrival in a rough tone.
"Who are you ?" returned the other calmly, after which there followed a moment's pause as each tried to recognize the other's voice and to make out his features.
"What are you waiting here for ?" asked he of the rough voice.
"For the clock to strike eight so that I can play cards with the dead.

I want to win something tonight," answered the other in a natural tone.

"And you, what have you come for ?" "For--for the same purpose." "_Aba!_ I'm glad of that, I'll not be alone.