At length, through a glass shop-front I noticed a light which gleamed on a pewter counter.

Beyond the counter, through a partition also of glass and ornamented with white curtains, another light, and the shadows of two or three men at table could be vaguely distinguished.

This was the place.
I entered.

The door on opening rang a bell.

At the sound, the door of the glazed partition which separated the shop from the parlor opened, and Auguste appeared.
He knew me at once, and came up to me.
"Ah, Sir," said he, "it is you!" "Do you know what is going on ?" I asked him.
"Yes, sir." This "Yes, sir," uttered with calmness, and even with a certain embarrassment, told me all.