"Why, only yesterday I went to see him, and to take him a book he was desirous of having; it was a romance we read together when we lived happily as near neighbours and dear friends. Well, directly he saw the book, he burst into tears; but that did not astonish me,--it seemed natural enough. Poor fellow! I dare say it brought back to his recollection those happy evenings when he used to sit beside the fire in my nice, pretty little room; while now he was in a horrid prison, the companion of vile and wicked men, who only jeered at his melancholy. Poor, dear Germain! It is very, very hard!" "Take courage, my dear friend," said Rodolph. "When Germain quits his prison, and his innocence is proved, he will find his mother and many dear friends, in whose society, as well as in yours, he will soon forget his present sufferings, as well as the hard trials he has undergone." "That's all very pleasant when it arrives, but that won't stop his tormenting himself till it does. But that is not all, neither." "What other uneasiness has he?" "Why, he being the only innocent man among all the bad people there, they are always annoying and behaving ill to him, because he will not join in their idle and vicious amusements. The head turnkey, who is a very good sort of man, advised me to recommend Germain, for his own sake, not to keep himself at quite such a distance from his companions, but to try and familiarise himself with these bad men. However, it is no use trying; he cannot bring himself to endure their company or conversation. And I am constantly tormented with the dread that some of these days they will do him some harm out of spite." Then all at once interrupting herself, and drying her tears, Rigolette resumed: "But, dear me, how selfish I am! I keep talking of my own concerns without ever recollecting to speak to you about the Goualeuse." "The Goualeuse!" exclaimed Rodolph, with surprise. "I met her the day before yesterday, when I went to see Louise at St. Lazare." "The Goualeuse?" "Yes, indeed, M. Rodolph." "At St. Lazare?" "She was leaving the prison in company with an elderly female." "It cannot be," exclaimed Rodolph, in extreme astonishment; "you must be mistaken." "I assure you it was herself, M. Rodolph." "You really must be in error." "Oh, no, I was not mistaken; although she was dressed as a country girl I recollected her again directly. She looked beautiful as ever, though pale; and she had just the same melancholy look she used to have." "How very strange that she should be in Paris without my having heard of it! I can scarcely credit it. And what had she been doing at St. Lazare?" "I suppose, like myself, she had been to see some one confined there; but I had not time to ask her many questions, for the person who was with her seemed so very cross, and to be in such a hurry! Then it seems you know the Goualeuse as well as myself, M. Rodolph?" "I do, certainly."