"Because there is nothing but injustice for poor people in this world."
"But how?"
"You are rich, you are a bourgeois, you come here only for a day, and they permit pretty women to visit you here, who present bouquets to the Austrian; while I who nestle everlastingly in this dove-cot am not allowed to see my poor Sophie."
Maurice took her hand, and slipped into it a bill of ten francs.
"There, good woman, take that, and do not despair. Goodness! the Austrian will not last forever."
"Ten francs," said the female jailer, "that is kind of you; but I would rather have even a curl-paper from my poor girl's hair."
As she finished these words, Simon, who was then coming up, heard them, and saw the female jailer put in her pocket the bill Maurice had given her.
We will mention what sort of a temper Simon was in.
He came from the court where he had encountered Lorin. Now, a decided antipathy existed between these two men.