Then it was that Constable 64 came and said to Crainquebille:
"Move on."
Moving on was what Crainquebille had been doing from morning till evening for fifty years. Such an order seemed right to him, and perfectly in accordance with the nature of things. Quite prepared to obey, he urged his customer to take what she wanted.
"You must give me time to choose," she retorted sharply.
Then she felt all the bundles of leeks over again. Finally, she selected the one she thought the best, and held it clasped to her bosom as saints in church pictures hold the palm of victory.
"I will give you seven pence. That’s quite enough; and I’ll have to fetch it from the shop, for I haven’t anything on me."
Still embracing the leeks, she went back into the shop, whither she had been preceded by a customer, carrying a child.
Just at this moment Constable 64 said to Crainquebille for the second time:
"Move on."
"I’m waiting for my money," replied Crainquebille.
