"There will perhaps be a shot or two fired." He looked at her fixedly.
"Well, but I say, little woman," he resumed in a hoarse voice, "you don't intend, do you, to have a bullet lodged in my head ?" Felicite blushed.

She was, in fact, just thinking that they would be rendered a great service, if, during the attack on the town-hall, a bullet should rid them of Antoine.

It would be a gain of a thousand francs, besides all the rest.

So she muttered with irritation: "What an idea! Really, it's abominable to think such things!" Then, suddenly calming down, she added: "Do you accept?
You understand now, don't you ?" Macquart had understood perfectly.

It was an ambush that they were proposing to him.