Oh, but it's only too easy to imagine what becomes of Montparnasse. Either he gets chouriné by one of his fellow miscreants, or he gets caught and comes down with a fièvre cérébrale--either way he's going to go meet the meg des megs sooner rather than later.
(Yes, I have been reading Mystères de Paris. *g* Sue had fun with argot too. Chouriné = stabbed, come down with a brain fever = get sentenced to death, meg des megs = god.)
[Dieu] entend ta voix, ô fille des hommes! aussi bien que celle des constellations; car rien n'est petit pour celui devant lequel rien n'est grand.
- George Sand, Les sept cordes de la lyre