arriage, since he knew well
that his own alone was of size adequate to cope with his proportions.

"Baron, Baron, this way. There is room for you."

"No, thank you. I want to walk to straighten my legs."

And to avoid these invitations, which were beginning to embarrass him,
he took an almost deserted pathway, one that proved too deserted indeed,
for hardly had he taken a step along it before he regretted it. Ever
since entering the cemetery he had had but one preoccupation--the fear
of finding himself face to face with Jansoulet, whose violence of temper
he knew, and who might well forget the sacredness of the place, and even
in Pere Lachaise renew the scandal of the Rue Royale. Two or three times
during the ceremony he had seen the great head of his old chum emerge
from among the crowd of insignificant types which largely composed the
company and move in his direction, as though seeking him and desiring
a meeting. Down there, in the main road, there would, at any rate,
have been people about in case of trouble, while here--Brr--It was this
anxiety that made him quicken his short step, his panting breaths, but
in vain. As he looked round, in his fear of being followed, the strong,
erect shoulders of the Nabob appeared at the entrance to the path.
Impossible for the big man to slip away through one of the narrow
passages left between the tombs, which are placed so close together that
there is not even space to kneel. The damp, rich soil slipped and gave
way beneath his feet. He decided to walk on with an air of indifference,
hoping that perhaps the other might not recognise him. But a hoarse and
powerful voice cried behind him:

"Lazarus!"

His name--the name of this rich man--was Lazarus. He made no reply, but
tried to catch up a group of officers who were moving on, very far in
front of him.

"Lazarus! Oh, Lazarus!"

Just as in old times on the quay of Marseilles. Under the influence of
old habit he was tempted to stop; then the remembrance of his infamies,
of all the ill he had done the Nabob, that he was still occupied in
doing him, came back to him suddenly with a horrible fear so strong
that it amounted to a paroxysm, when an iron hand laid hold of him
unceremoniously. A sweat of terror broke out over all his flabby limbs,
his face became still more yellow, his eyes blinked in anticipation of
the formidable blow which he expected to come, while his fat arms were
instinctively raised to ward it off.

"Oh,