CHAPTER VI.
The clock of the St.Lazare terminus was striking eleven as old Tabaret, after shaking hands with Noel, left his house, still bewildered by what he had just heard.

Obliged to restrain himself at the time, he now fully appreciated his liberty of action.

It was with an unsteady gait that he took his first steps in the street, like the toper, who, after being shut up in a warm room, suddenly goes out into the open air.

He was beaming with pleasure, but at the same time felt rather giddy, from that rapid succession of unexpected revelations, which, so he thought, had suddenly placed him in possession of the truth.
Notwithstanding his haste to arrive at M.Daburon's he did not take a cab.

He felt the necessity of walking.