"Afterwards?"
"The way in which he spoke to me, the profound respect with which he was treated by the persons to whom he confided me, all proved to me that he had only assumed the exterior disguise of one of the men who are seen about the Cité."
"But with what motive?"
"I do not know."
"And do you know the name of this mysterious protector?"
"Oh, yes, madame," said La Goualeuse, with excitement; "thank Heaven! For I can incessantly bless and adore that name. My preserver is called M. Rodolph, madame."
Clémence blushed deeply.
"And has he no other name," she asked, quickly, of Fleur-de-Marie.
"I know no other, madame. In the farm, where he sent me, he was only known as M. Rodolph."
"And his age?"