He felt humiliated; he was angry with the youth he envied, and there rose in his heart a secret desire to show openly that he himself was as good as the object of his envy.
The two young fellows continued to walk up and own from the gate to the stables, and from the stables to the gate.

Each time they turned they looked at Oscar curled up in his corner of the coucou.

Oscar, persuaded that their jokes and laughter concerned himself, affected the utmost indifference.

He began to hum the chorus of a song lately brought into vogue by the liberals, which ended with the words, "'Tis Voltaire's fault, 'tis Rousseau's fault." "Tiens! perhaps he is one of the chorus at the Opera," said Amaury.
This exasperated Oscar, who bounded up, pulled out the wooden "back," and called to Pierrotin:-- "When do we start ?" "Presently," said that functionary, who was standing, whip in hand, and gazing toward the rue d'Enghien.
At this moment the scene was enlivened by the arrival of a young man accompanied by a true "gamin," who was followed by a porter dragging a hand-cart.

The young man came up to Pierrotin and spoke to him confidentially, on which the latter nodded his head, and called to his own porter.