"Oh! mon Dieu! monsieur, I can understand that. But still, if you knew how miserable that young woman is at this minute! For near a month her child has been sick--suffering all the time; the little creature needs the fresh air; so the mother takes her child out to walk, and meanwhile she don't do any work; but her little Marie's health before everything! She was a sweet little thing. She's fourteen months old already--how time flies! Madame Landernoy goes without everything herself on the child's account; and now she hasn't got any work--or what little she does get is such poor stuff--eight sous a day! Think of taking care of a child with that! So I happened to think of you, monsieur, because you were always so kind to that young woman; and I've always judged you right, I have! And I says to Mignonne: 'I'm going to see Monsieur Rochebrune and ask him for some work.'--And this time she says: 'Yes, go! go!' For she looked at her little girl, who seemed to be in pain; and what wouldn't she do to get the means of helping her!" "And she will go so far as to accept work from me?" "Oh! you mustn't blame her, monsieur; misfortune makes people unjust so often! Does monsieur refuse?" "No, certainly not. Look over my commode and my closets, and take whatever you choose." The good woman made haste to examine my effects. She made up a large bundle of linen, hastily, as if she were afraid I would change my mind; then she rolled it all up in her apron, saying: "Will monsieur take an account of what I've got?" "No, Madame Potrelle, that is quite unnecessary; I know with whom I am dealing, and I am not suspicious myself." The concierge thanked me, bowed again, and took her leave, saying that the work would be attended to immediately. Is it conceivable that during all the time that Madame Potrelle was talking about her tenant, I thought of nothing but Frédérique and Balloquet? Ah! how small a thing it takes to give a new turn to our thoughts! We are kind or cruel to others only as it gratifies our caprices. That truth is most discreditable to mankind! I had not fully determined what course to pursue, but I decided to go out; and at my door I found myself face to face with Balloquet, who was coming to see me. "Ah! I am delighted to find you, my dear Rochebrune!" "And I to see you. Shall we go upstairs?" "It isn't worth while; we can talk as well, walking." "Very good. What have you to tell me?" "I was coming to talk to you about Madame Dauberny. Ah! my friend, what a woman! what a physique--to arouse passions!" "I see that you are in love with her already. Well! did you overtake her yesterday?" "Yes, I overtook her on the street. She didn't want to accept my arm, but I insisted, and she yielded." "Ah! she took it, did she? And you escorted her home?" "Naturally." "And--and--how does your passion progress?" "It's all over! oh! it's all over, absolutely!" I made such a sudden movement that Balloquet cried: