"It is long past midnight," said Gaspard; "in a little it will be dawn."
Suddenly a shot cracked out. It was so sharp a sound among the muffled noises that it stung the ear like a whip-lash. It came from the dark mass of the Louvre,from somewhere beyond the Grand Jardin. It was followed instantly by a hubbub far down the Rue St.Honore and a glare kindled where that street joined the Rue d'Arbre Sec.
"That way lies the Admiral," Gaspard cried. "I go to him," and he clapped spurs to his horse.