Then you will go in with the bird, and I'll wait outside and see if the little rascal sings." "This minute ?" asked madame.
"For sure, this very minute.

Why should the poor lady wait?
It's a lonely time of day, this, the evening, when the long night's ahead." A moment later the two were walking along the street to the door of Mme.

Popincourt's lodgings, and people turned to look at the pair, one carrying something covered with a white cloth, evidently a savoury dish of some kind--the other with a cage in which a handsome canary hopped about, well pleased with the world.
At Mme.

Popincourt's door Mme.

Glozel took the cage and went upstairs.
Jean Jacques, left behind, paced backwards and forwards in front of the house waiting and looking up, for Mme.