“Of course, you are acquainted with that street?”

“What street?”

“The Rue de la Chanvrerie.”

“I have no idea of the name of that street,” replied M. Fauchelevent, in the most natural manner in the world.

The response which bore upon the name of the street and not upon the street itself, appeared to Marius to be more conclusive than it really was.

“Decidedly,” thought he, “I have been dreaming. I have been subject to a hallucination. It was someone who resembled him. M. Fauchelevent was not there.”

Two Men Impossible to Find

Marius’ enchantment, great as it was, could not efface from his mind other preoccupations.