If he passed behind her, he dug his knees into her skirt, or breathed upon her neck.

Yet he waited a while before being rough and openly declaring himself.

But one evening, finding himself alone with her, he pushed her before him without a word, and viewed her all trembling against the wall at the back of the shop, and tried to kiss her.

It so chanced that Goujet entered just at that moment.

Then she struggled and escaped.