Thewindnowbroughtthesustainednotesofthedrumstohim；thenhesawthestreetbelowsuddenlyfilledwithadarkmass，asiftheribbonwereturningintocrapethatwasfillingallParis。
“Thepeopleareinmotionbythousands，“criedSimon，delightedly，“andallrushingtothePlacedelaRevolution。Ishallwinmybet。“
Andagainhelistenedtothesoundthatcameuptohim，nowresemblingthebeatofdrums，andnowaloudcryofexultation。
“NowIthinkSamsonmustbestrikingtheheadoffthewolf!“growledSimontohimself，“andthepeopleareshoutingwithpleasure，andJeanneMarieismakingamarkinherstocking，andI，poorfellow，cannotbetheretoseethefineshow!Andthismiserablebratistoblameforit，“hecriedaloud，turningsuddenlyroundtothechildwhowasplayingbehindhimwithhisball，andgivinghimasavageblowwithhisfist。
“Youarethecause，stupid，thatIcannotbetheretoday!“