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A breath of air which made its way in through the open pane； helped to dissipate the smell of the charcoal and to conceal the presence of the brazier。
The Jondrette lair was； if the reader recalls what we have said of the Gorbeau building； admirably chosen to serve as the theatre of a violent and sombre deed； and as the envelope for a crime。 It was the most retired chamber in the most isolated house on the most deserted boulevard in Paris。
If the system of ambush and traps had not already existed； they would have been invented there。
The whole thickness of a house and a multitude of uninhabited rooms separated this den from the boulevard； and the only window that existed opened on waste lands enclosed with walls and palisades。
Jondrette had lighted his pipe； seated himself on the seatless chair； and was engaged in smoking。
His wife was talking to him in a low tone。
If Marius had been Courfeyrac； that is to say； one of those men who laugh on every occasion in life； he would have burst with laughter when his gaze fell on the Jondrette woman。
She had on a black bonnet with plumes not unlike the hats of the heralds…at…arms at the coronation of Charles X。； an immense tartan shawl over her knitted petticoat； and the man's shoes which her daughter had scorned in the morning。
It was this toilette which had extracted from Jondrette the exclamation：
〃Good！
You have dressed up。 You have done well。
You must inspire confidence！〃
As for Jondrette； he had not taken off the new surtout； which was too large for him； and which M。 Leblanc had given him； and his costume continued to present that contrast of coat and trousers which constituted the ideal of a poet in Courfeyrac's eyes。
All at once； Jondrette lifted up his voice：
〃By the way！
Now that I think of it。
In this weather； he will e in a carriage。
Light the lantern； take it and go down stairs。 You will stand behind the lower door。
The very moment that you hear the carriage stop； you will open the door； instantly； he will e up； you will light the staircase and the corridor； and when he enters here； you will go down stairs again as speedily as possible； you will pay the coachman； and dismiss the fiacre。
〃And the money？〃 inquired the woman。
Jondrette fumbled in his trousers pocket and handed her five francs。
〃What's this？〃 she exclaimed。
Jondrette replied with dignity：
〃That is the monarch which our neighbor gave us this morning。〃
And he added：
〃Do you know what？
Two chairs will be needed here。〃
〃What for？〃
〃To sit on。〃
Marius felt a cold chill pass through his limbs at hearing this mild answer from Jondrette。
〃Pardieu！
I'll go and get one of our neighbor's。〃
And with a rapid movement； she opened the door of the den； and went out into the corridor。
Marius absolutely had not the time to descend from the mode； reach his bed； and conceal himself beneath it。
〃Take the candle；〃 cried Jondrette。
〃No；〃 said she； 〃it would embarrass me； I have the two chairs to carry。 There is moonlight。〃
Marius heard Mother Jondrette's heavy hand fumbling at his lock in the dark。
The door opened。
He remained nailed to the spot with the shock and with horror。
The Jondrette entered。
The dormer window permitted the entrance of a ray of moonlight between two blocks of shadow。
One of these blocks of shadow entirely covered the wall against which Marius was leaning； so that he disappeared within it。
Mother Jondrette raised her eyes； did not see Marius； took the two chairs； the only ones which Marius possessed； and went away； letting the door fall heavily to behind her。
She re…entered the lair。
〃Here are the two chairs。〃
〃And here is the lantern。
Go down as quick as you can。〃
She hastily obeyed； and Jondrette was left alone。
He placed the two chairs on opposite sides of the table； turned the chisel in the brazier； set in front of the fireplace an old screen which masked the chafing…dish； then went to the corner where lay the pile of rope； and bent down as though to examine something。 Marius then recognized the fact； that what he had taken for a shapeless mass was a very well…made rope…ladder； with wooden rungs and two hooks with which to attach it。
This ladder； and some large tools； veritable masses of iron； which were mingled with the old iron piled up behind the door； had not been in the Jondrette hovel in the morning； and had evidently been brought thither in the afternoon； during Marius' absence。
〃Those are the utensils of an edge…tool maker；〃 thought Marius。
Had Marius been a little more learned in this line； he would have recognized in what he took for the engines of an edge…tool maker； certain instruments which will force a lock or pick a lock； and others which will cut or slice； the two families of tools which burglars call cadets and fauchants。
The fireplace and the two chairs were exactly opposite Marius。 The brazier being concealed； the only light in the room was now furnished by the candle； the smallest bit of crockery on the table or on the chimney…piece cast a large shadow。
There was something indescribably calm； threatening； and hideous about this chamber。 One felt that there existed in it the anticipation of something terrible。
Jondrette had allowed his pipe to go out； a serious sign of preoccupation； and had again seated himself。
The candle brought out the fierce and the fine angles of his countenance。
He indulged in scowls and in abrupt unfoldings of the right hand； as though he were responding to the last counsels of a sombre inward monologue。
In the course of one of these dark replies which he was making to himself； he pulled the table drawer rapidly towards him； took out a long kitchen knife which was concealed there； and tried the edge of its blade on his nail。
That done； he put the knife back in the drawer and shut it。
Marius； on his side； grasped the pistol in his right pocket； drew it out and cocked it。
The pistol emitted a sharp； clear click； as he cocked it。
Jondrette started； half rose； listened a moment； then began to laugh and said：
〃What a fool I am！
It's the partition cracking！〃
Marius kept the pistol in his hand。
BOOK EIGHTH。THE WICKED POOR MAN
CHAPTER XVIII
MARIUS' TWO CHAIRS FORM A VIS…A…VIS
Suddenly； the distant and melancholy vibration of a clock shook the panes。
Six o'clock was striking from Saint…Medard。
Jondrette marked off each stroke with a toss of his head。 When the sixth had struck； he snuffed the candle with his fingers。
Then he began to pace up and down the room； listened at the corridor； walked on again； then listened once more。
〃Provided only that he es！〃 he muttered； then he returned to his chair。
He had hardly reseated himself when the door opened。
Mother Jondrette had opened it； and now remained in the corridor making a horrible； amiable grimace； which one of the holes of the dark…lantern illuminated from below。
〃Enter； sir；〃 she said。
〃Enter； my benefactor；〃 repeated Jondrette； rising hastily。
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