"Did you address me, gentlemen?" demanded she, in a voice full of sweetness, for she fancied she detected the accent of kindness in him who had spoken to her.
"Yes, Citizeness, we spoke to you," replied Gilbert; "we feared you were ill."
"Why so?"
"Because your eyes are so red."
"And at the same time you are so pale," added Duchesne.
"Thank you, gentlemen, I am not ill; only I suffered much last night."
"Ah, yes, your misfortunes!"
"No, gentlemen, my miseries are always the same; and my religion having taught me to carry them to the foot of the cross, I do not suffer more one day than another. No; I am out of sorts because I could not rest last night."
"Ah! your new lodging and different bed?" said Duchesne.
"And then the lodging is not very comfortable," added Gilbert.