the subject—later on. There is no need for a month yet."
"Nor even for a year," replied Niklausse, unfolding his pocket-handkerchief and calmly applying it to his nose.
There was another silence of nearly a quarter of an hour. Nothing disturbed this repeated pause in the conversation, not even the appearance of the house-dog Lento, who, not less phlegmatic than his master, came to pay his respects to the parlor. Noble dog—a model for his race! Had he been made of pasteboard, with wheels on his paws, he would not have made less noise during his stay.
Towards eight o'clock, after Lotche had brought the antique lamp of polished glass, the burgomaster said to the counselor:
"We have no other urgent matter to consider?"
"No, Van Tricasse; none that I know of."
"Have I not been told, though," asked the burgomaster, "that the tower of the Oudenarde gate is likely to tumble down?"
"Ah!" replied the counselor; "really, I should not be astonished if it fell on some passer-by any day."
"Oh! before such a misfortune happens I hope we shall have come to a decision on the subject of this tower."
"I hope so, Van Tricasse."
"There are more pressing matters to decide."
"No doubt; the question of the leather-market, for instance."
"What, is it still burning?"
"Still burning, and has been for the last three weeks."
"Have we not decided in council to let it burn?"
"Yes, Van Tricasse—on your motion."
"Was not that the surest and simplest way to deal with it."
"Without doubt."
"Well, let us wait. Is that all?"
"All," replied the counselor, scratching his head, as if to assure himself that he had not forgotten anything important.
"Ah!" exclaimed the burgomaster, "haven't you also heard something of an escape of water which threatens to inundate the low quarter of Saint Jacques?"
"I have. It is indeed unfortunate that this escape of water did not happen above the leather-market! It would
