"Yes, yes. Chicotin told me that whole story; he is very fond of talking, is that fellow; he told me that your lover, no, I mean the young man who is in love with you, had ceased to speak to you because he thought that you had listened to a young dandy; you see that I am well posted." "Georget believes me guilty, monsieur. I know that appearances are against me, but I assure you that Monsieur Jericourt lies; it was he who prepared the trap into which I fell." "A trap! come, while we are alone, suppose you tell me all about it; I should not be sorry to know the whole story--that is, unless it tires you to talk." "No, monsieur; besides it will not take long." Roncherolle drew his chair nearer to the sick girl's bed, so that she might not raise her voice, and Violette began: "Some time ago, monsieur, I was at my flower booth on Boulevard du Chateau d'Eau." "Yes, I know where it is." "A servant came to order a handsome bouquet, and gave me one hundred sous in advance, saying to me: 'You must carry this bouquet to Madame de Belleval's, Boulevard Beaumarchais, number 88; be sure to take it up to the lady yourself, because she wants to order others for a wedding.'--I accepted the order, monsieur; for you see, a bouquet for a hundred sous is worth the trouble; we don't sell many at that price on the boulevard.--The servant went away. When I had made a magnificent bouquet, I asked a neighbor to look after my booth, and I hurried to the address that was given me. I arrived there and asked the concierge for Madame de Belleval. He hesitated for a moment, then said: 'Go up to the fifth floor, the door to the right.'--Ought I not to have gone up, monsieur?" "Why thus far I see no reason why you should have hesitated." "I reached the fifth floor, and rang at the right hand door. A woman answered the bell. I asked for Madame de Belleval.--'Come in,' she said.--'But I simply have a bouquet to deliver.'--'Come in all the same,'she said; 'madame wants to speak to you;' and she opened the door of a small salon where I saw nobody, and left me there, saying: 'Wait, she will come.'--Should I not have gone in, monsieur?" "Why not, my child? There was nothing to arouse your suspicion so far." "I waited for a few moments, then a door opened; but instead of a lady, I saw Monsieur Jericourt come in; a man whom I detest, and who had been pestering me for a long while with his love and his insulting propositions; he is a swell who thinks that a woman, especially a flower girl, cannot resist him." "I know him; go on, go on."