"Yes."
Another silence.
"I don't see what they sent her to us for, do you?"
"That is for the Supérieure."
A still longer silence.
"It's a pity," continued Sister Agnes.
"Yes, they ought to go to the House of Correction."
"These Parisian police——"
"Chut!"
But they need not have taken even this little precaution before Fouchette. She had long been lost in the profound depths of her own gloomy thoughts. In her isolation she required but a single, simple thing to render her happy,—a thing which costs nothing,—something of which there is an abundance and to spare in the world, thank God!—and that was a little show of kindness.