"Nineteen years."
"Where do you reside?"
"Rue des Nonandières, No. 24."
"Did you sell the Citizen Lindey, whom you now see in the dock, a bouquet of carnations this morning?"
The young girl turned round and looked at Maurice.
"Yes, Citizen, I did," said she.
The mother herself gazed at her daughter, her eyes dilated with terror.
"Are you aware that every carnation contained a billet addressed to the widow Capet?"
"I know it," replied the accused.