She dared not return to the Podvins. She knew of no other place to go. She was desperately alone in the world. Only Tartar, who once more stretched himself at her feet, with his head in a position where he could keep a half-open eye on his mistress. Tartar needed rest, and was getting it. The police! Next to the murderer of the barrier she hated and feared the police. Would they send her to prison? After all, she thought, one might as well have been drowned to a finish. It would have been an easy escape from this uncertainty and agony of mind. She began to feel hungry. Gradually the thoughts of what she should do for something to eat, and where she would be able to get something for Tartar, drove out all other thoughts. If they could only get away now,--at this hour something might be found in the streets. She calculated the chances of escape by a sudden dash for the door. But there were several police agents lounging in the anteroom, and her conductor sat at the little gate of the enclosure. So the scheme was reluctantly dismissed. Anyhow, if they would let Tartar remain with her she didn't care much. During this time several successive attempts were made by the police agents to get her to talk. She responded by "Yes" or "No" or a motion of the head to all questions not connected with her case. On this subject she was persistently silent. An hour later the bargewoman, who had been in secret consultation with the police agents, went out and got Fouchette a roll and some cheese, which she ate eagerly. This woman was a coarse, masculine-looking creature with hands as hard and rough as a fowl's foot, a distinct moustache and tufts of hair cropping out here and there on her neck and chin, but her voice assumed a kindly tone. She led Fouchette to the farther corner of the room. "I must go back to my boat now, chérie. Cheer up! And promise me one thing,--don't try the river again. You were not born to be drowned, anyhow. If you really want to die you'll have to try something else." "But I don't want to die," protested Fouchette. "And they send people to prison who attempt suicide," continued the woman. "But I didn't, madame." "The bodies spoil the water. There are so many of them floating by. I've seen hundreds of 'em in my time." "No, indeed; I would rather live." "That's right,--that's a dear! My barge is 'La Thérèse,'--named after me. We are in the coal trade. I want you to come and see me, petite. You shall take a trip to Rouen. Yes,--would you like to----" "Oh, very much, madame!" interrupted Fouchette, joyfully. "You shall." "And Tartar?" "Shall go too. We'll have fine times, I promise you. You will find us at the Quai d'Austerlitz when in Paris." "Thank you,--so much! I've seen the big boats go by lots of times and wished I was on one--one with flowers and vines and a dog--Tartar. And sometimes I've seen 'em in my sleep--yes."