This was exactly what Mlle. Fouchette evidently did not desire to do. Madeleine saw it, and added firmly,—
"Tell me first, then—well, then I'll see."
"I will, then," rejoined the other, savagely.
"Speak!"
"I wish to notify his sister."
Madeleine looked at the speaker fixedly, as if still waiting for her to begin; stupidly, for her poor muddled brain refused to comprehend.
"I say I wish to go to his place," she said, with great deliberation, "and notify his sister that her brother is injured and is lying at Hôtel Dieu. I promised. It is important. Believing you knew the address I have come to you. You will help me, for his sister's sake,—for his sake, Madeleine? You know his sister lives with him——"
"You—you said his sister——"
But the voice choked. The words came huskily, like a death-rattle in her throat.