The maimed and half-drunken woman tried to straighten up.
"Well? Out with it, Fouchette. If one has friends in the row——"
"Why, then we feel an interest in our friends, n'est-ce pas?"
"It is about Lerouge!"
"Yes, Madeleine, I want——"
"Is he hurt?"
"Yes,—badly,—and is at the Hôtel Dieu. I want his address. He has moved from 7 Rue Dareau since the police—since——"
"You want his address for the police," said the girl.
"Oh! no! no! not for that, dear!"
"Not for that; then what for? Tell me why you want it."