At the turning of a street, the sound of a tambourine reached them from a neighboring square. Dom Claude heard the officer say to the scholar, —

“Thunder! Let us hasten our steps!”

“Why, Phoebus?”

“I’m afraid lest the Bohemian should see me.”

“What Bohemian?”

“The little girl with the goat.”

“La Smeralda?”

“That’s it, Jehan.

I always forget her devil of a name. Let us make haste, she will recognize me. I don’t want to have that girl accost me in the street.”