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"No, I have the name and house right. Shall I ask for you as Maitre Leroux?" "I have not thought of that. No, it will be better, perhaps, to ask for Philip Sampson; it were just as well that none should know my name there except Lepelletiere and his wife."
In that case it might be convenient to exchange the small room that I have taken for you for a larger one; as an apprentice you would ordinarily lodge with your master, and if you did not you would scarce have a room to yourself, but were you to lodge with your four men it would seem natural enough." "That would be a capital plan, Maitre Lepelletiere."
The next morning Guy went to the house of Maitre de Lepelletiere, and inquired for Philip Sampson. Maitre Leroux was in.
I will go down with Lepelletiere this afternoon to the offices of the municipality and ask for a pass for madame what shall I call her?" "Call her Picard: it matters not what surname she takes." "Madame Picard, her daughter and son, and her cousin Jean Bouvray of Paris, to journey to St. Omer.
Our troubles, like yours, are over for the present, and I trust that the butchers will never become masters of Paris again, whatever may happen." "Maitre Lepelletiere," said the silversmith, "is going to organize the whole of his craft, the workmen and apprentices, into an armed body, and the master of the smiths will do the same.
Maitre Lepelletiere, the Master Carpenter, who has been doing my doors, is an old friend of mine, and after the last attack, urged me to withdraw for a time from the attention of the mob, and offered me refuge in his place. He lives in the Rue des Fosses; which is close to the old inner wall that is now for the most part in ruins.
Then Guy went in to Maitre Lepelletiere and saw the silversmith, who was also sincerely glad at the news he gave him. "I was but yesterday arranging for a house where I could open my shop again until my own was rebuilt," he said, "for there is an end now of all fear of disturbances, at any rate for the present, and I was heartily greeted by many old friends, who thought that I was dead.
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