When they were ensconced under the arch of a porte-cochère, sheltered from the rain and from all eyes:⁠—

“Do you know where I’m going?” demanded Montparnasse.

“To the Abbey of Ascend-with-Regret,” 58 replied Gavroche.

“Joker!”

And Montparnasse went on:⁠—

“I’m going to find Babet.”

“Ah!” exclaimed Gavroche, “so her name is Babet.”

Montparnasse lowered his voice:⁠—

“Not she, he.”

“Ah! Babet.”

“Yes, Babet.”