"It is not a miracle, my good mother," answered Clémence, much affected; "that which I do for you," added she, slightly blushing at the recollection of Rudolph, "that which I do for you is inspired by a generous being, who has taught me to relieve the unfortunate; it is he whom you must bless and thank." "Ah! madame! I shall bless you and yours," said Jeanne Duport, weeping. "I ask your pardon for expressing myself so badly. I am not accustomed to such great joy; it is the first time it has happened to me." "Well! do you see, Jeanne," said La Lorraine, weeping, "there are also among the sick some Rigolettes and Goualeuses--on a large scale, it is true; but as to the good heart, it is the same thing!" Lady d'Harville turned toward La Lorraine, much surprised at hearing her pronounce these two names. "You know La Goualeuse and a young workwoman named Rigolette?" demanded Clémence of La Lorraine. "Yes, madame. La Goualeuse--dear little angel--did last year for me--bless her! according to her poor means--that which you do for poor Jeanne. Yes, madame--oh! it does me good to say and repeat to every one, that La Goualeuse took me from a cellar where I was confined on some straw; and the dear little angel removed me and my child to a room where there was a good bed and a cradle. La Goualeuse did this out of pure charity; for she scarcely knew me, and was very poor herself. That was very kind, was it not, madame?" said La Lorraine excited. "Oh! yes; the charity of the poor toward the poor is holy," said Clémence, her eyes bathed in tears. "It was just the same with Rigolette, who, according to her means," replied La Lorraine, "offered her services, a few days since, to Jeanne." "What a singular coincidence!" said Clémence to herself, more and more affected, for each of these two names, La Goualeuse and Rigolette, recalled a noble action of Rudolph. "And you, my child--what can I do for you?" said she to La Lorraine. "I wish the names that you have just pronounced with so much gratitude may bring you good fortune." "Thank you, madame," said La Lorraine, with a smile of bitter resignation. "I had a child--it is dead. I am in a consumption, and am in a hopeless state. I have no longer need of anything." "What gloomy thoughts! At your age--so young--there is always some remedy." "Oh! no, madame, I know my fate: I do not complain. I saw a person die last night--here--with the same disease; it is an easy death I thank you for your goodness." "You may magnify your danger." "I am not mistaken, madame, I know it well. But since you are so kind--a great lady like you is all-powerful--" "Speak--say, what do you wish?" "I have asked a service of Jeanne; but, since, thanks to the good God and you, she is going away--" "Ah! well, this service--can I not render it?" "Certainly, madame; one word from you to the sisters, or to the physician, would arrange all." "This word? I will speak it, be assured."