He was not disposed to be communicative on the subject of the Secret Service, or about its director, having a healthy contempt for the system of official espionage deemed necessary to any sort of French government, Royalist, Napoléonic, or Republican. And he wondered what mysterious band could unite the interests of this charity child with the interests of the government of France.
"Where are my clothes, doctor?" she suddenly inquired, half raising herself on her elbow.
"Oh! là, là! Why, you can't go now! It is impossible! The inspector can come and see you here, can't he?"
"But where are my clothes? Are they——"
"They're here, all right."
"Let me see them, please."
"Very good; but don't get excited,—nobody will run away with them; bless my soul! Nobody has had them except—except the nurse and Inspector Loup."
"He?"
"Yes, mademoiselle,—for identification."
"Oh!"