When the young girls were left alone, they leaned two by two on the window-sills, chatting, craning out their heads, and talking from one window to the other. They saw the young men emerge from the Café Bombarda arm in arm.
The latter turned round, made signs to them, smiled, and disappeared in that dusty Sunday throng which makes a weekly invasion into the Champs-Élysées. 'Don’t be long! ' cried Fantine. 'What are they going to bring us? ' said Zéphine. 'It will certainly be something pretty,' said Dahlia.
'For my part,' said Favourite, 'I want it to be of gold. ' Their attention was soon distracted by the movements on the shore of the lake, which they could see through the branches of the large trees, and which diverted them greatly.
It was the hour for the departure of the mail-coaches and diligences. Nearly all the stage-coaches for the south and west passed through the Champs-Élysées. The majority followed the quay and went through the Passy Barrier.
From moment to moment, some huge vehicle, painted yellow and black, heavily loaded, noisily harnessed, rendered shapeless by trunks, tarpaulins, and valises, full of heads which immediately disappeared, rushed through the crowd with all the sparks of a forge, with dust for smoke, and an air of fury, grinding the pavements, changing all the paving-stones into steels.
This uproar delighted the young girls. Favourite exclaimed:— 'What a row! One would say that it was a pile of chains flying away.
' It chanced that one of these vehicles, which they could only see with difficulty through the thick elms, halted for a moment, then set out again at a gallop. This surprised Fantine. 'That’s odd! ' said she. 'I thought the diligence never stopped. ' Favourite shrugged her shoulders.
'This Fantine is surprising. I am coming to take