I took advantage of my obscurity to look around me, and was duly edified by what I saw.

The Paris _vaurien_ is worth less than any man on earth, and these were choice specimens from the gutter.
We were wasting our time in such a galley, and as I thus reflected a note was slipped into my hand.
"Follow me, but not at once." I read and hid the paper in my pocket.
Without staring about me too much, I watched the Vicomte make his way towards a door half hidden by a dirty curtain--another to that by which we had entered.

Thither I followed him after a decent interval--no one molesting me.

One of the patriots on the platform seemed to watch me with understanding, and when I reached the curtained doorway, my glance meeting his, he dismissed me with his eyelids.
I found myself in a dark passage, and with his gentle laugh the Vicomte took my arm.
"All that out there," he whispered, "is a mere blind.

It is in the inner room that they act.