It was not until he had peered up and down the lane and made sure that it was empty that he could persuade himself that the other had gone for good.

Then he climbed slowly and seriously to his place again, and sighed as he settled himself.
"Unstable as water thou shalt not excel!" he muttered.

"Now I know why there was only one egg." Meanwhile Tignonville, after putting a hundred yards between himself and his bedfellow, plunged into the first dark entry which presented itself.
Hurriedly, and with a frowning face, he cut off his left sleeve from shoulder to wrist; and this act, by disclosing his linen, put him in possession of the white sleeve which he had once involuntarily donned, and once discarded.

The white cross on the cap he could not assume, for he was bareheaded.

But he had little doubt that the sleeve would suffice, and with a bold demeanour he made his way northward until he reached again the Rue Ferronerie.
Excited groups were wandering up and down the street, and, fearing to traverse its crowded narrows, he went by lanes parallel with it as far as the Rue St.Denis, which he crossed.