"It was just the same with Rigolette, who, according to her means," replied
La Lorraine, "offered her services, a few days since, to Jeanne."
"What a singular coincidence!" said Clémence to herself, more and more affected, for each of these two names, La Goualeuse and Rigolette, recalled a noble action of Rudolph. "And you, my child—what can I do for you?" said she to La Lorraine. "I wish the names that you have just pronounced with so much gratitude may bring you good fortune."
"Thank you, madame," said La Lorraine, with a smile of bitter resignation. "I had a child—it is dead. I am in a consumption, and am in a hopeless state. I have no longer need of anything."
"What gloomy thoughts! At your age—so young—there is always some remedy."
"Oh! no, madame, I know my fate: I do not complain. I saw a person die last night—here—with the same disease; it is an easy death I thank you for your goodness."
"You may magnify your danger."
"I am not mistaken, madame, I know it well. But since you are so kind—a great lady like you is all-powerful—"
"Speak—say, what do you wish?"
"I have asked a service of Jeanne; but, since, thanks to the good God and you, she is going away—"
"Ah! well, this service—can I not render it?"