Eight o’clock had scarcely struck on the following morning when Mademoiselle Saget was already at the pork shop.  She found Madame Lecoeur and La Sarriette there, dipping their noses into the heating-pan, and buying hot sausages for breakfast.  As the old maid had managed to draw them into her quarrel with La Normande with respect to the ten-sou dab, they had at once made friends again with Lisa, and they now had nothing but contempt for the handsome fish-girl, and assailed her and her sister as good-for-nothing hussies, whose only aim was to fleece men of their money.  This opinion had been inspired by the assertions of Mademoiselle Saget, who had declared to Madame Lecoeur that Florent had induced one of the two girls to coquette with Gavard, and that the four of them had indulged in the wildest dissipation at Barratte’s—­of course, at the poultry dealer’s expense.  From the effects of this impudent story Madame Lecoeur had not yet recovered; she wore a doleful appearance, and her eyes were quite yellow with spleen.

That morning, however, it was for Madame Quenu that the old maid had a shock in store.  She looked round the counter, and then in her most gentle voice remarked: 

“I saw Monsieur Quenu last night.  They seem to enjoy themselves immensely in that little room at Lebigre’s, if one may judge from the noise they make.”

Lisa had turned her head towards the street, listening very attentively, but apparently unwilling to show it.  The old maid paused, hoping that one of the others would question her; and then, in a lower tone, she added:  “They had a woman with them.  Oh, I don’t mean Monsieur Quenu, of course!  I didn’t say that; I don’t know—­”

“It must be Clemence,” interrupted La Sarriette; “a big scraggy creature who gives herself all sorts of airs just because she went to boarding school.  She lives with a threadbare usher.  I’ve seen them together; they always look as though they were taking each other off to the police station.”

“Oh, yes; I know,” replied the old maid, who, indeed, knew everything about Charvet and Clemence, and whose only purpose was to alarm Lisa.

The mistress of the pork shop, however, never flinched.  She seemed to be absorbed in watching something of great interest in the market yonder.  Accordingly the old maid had recourse to stronger measures.  “I think,” said she, addressing herself to Madame Lecoeur, “that you ought to advise your brother-in-law to be careful.  Last night they were shouting out the most shocking things in that little room.  Men really seem to lose their heads over politics.  If anyone had heard them, it might have been a very serious matter for them.”

“Oh!  Gavard will go his own way,” sighed Madame Lecoeur.  “It only wanted this to fill my cup.  I shall die of anxiety, I am sure, if he ever gets arrested.”

As she spoke, a gleam shot from her dim eyes.  La Sarriette, however, laughed and wagged her little face, bright with the freshness of the morning air.