"Good Heaven!" said she. "Poor woman! what has happened to you?"
"Happened! Do you not know?" said the woman; "but if—You know very well, since it was on your account she was condemned."
"Who?"
"Héloïse."
"Your daughter?"
"Yes, she, my poor child!"
"Condemned! by whom; how; why?"
"Because she sold a bouquet."
"What bouquet?"
"A bouquet of carnations. She is not a flower-girl, though," continued the old woman, as if endeavoring to collect her thoughts; "then how could she sell the bouquet?"