“Citizen, beware! Dost thou dare to pity her?”
“I? No, no, indeed. But—”
“Speak the truth! Who visits her?”
“No one but an Englishman.”
“That is it,—an Englishman, a spy of Pitt and Coburg.”
“Just Heaven! is it possible?”
“How, citizen! dost thou speak of Heaven? Thou must be an aristocrat!”
“No, indeed; it was but an old bad habit, and escaped me unawares.”
“How often does the Englishman visit her?”
“Daily.”