His son went to him and taking his arm, said: "Come, you've done enough for to-day." The old man made no reply, but submissively walked away into the Coin & Anes.

Once however he turned and looked the way Detricand had gone, muttering.
The peasants cheered him as he passed.

Presently, free of the crowd and entering the Rue d'Egypte, he said to Ranulph: "I'm going alone; I don't need you." "Where are you going ?" asked Ranulph.
"Home," answered the old man gloomily.
Ranulph stopped.

"All right; better not come out again to-day." "You're not going to let that Frenchman hurt me ?" suddenly asked Delagarde with morose anxiety.

"You're going to stop that?
They'd put me in prison." Ranulph stooped over his father, his eyes alive with anger, his face blurred with disgust.
"Go home," said he, "and never mention this again while you live, or I'll take you to prison myself." Ranulph watched his father disappear down the Rue d'Egypte, then he retraced his steps to the Vier Marchi.
With a new-formed determination he quickened his walk, ruling his face to a sort of forced gaiety, lest any one should think his moodiness strange.