"Don't think so; I feel better than I did. It is only the fright that man caused me which makes me so. I was sleeping soundly in my chair, and only awoke when you did."
"Yet, mamma, your poor eyes look so red and inflamed!"
"Why, you see, my dear, one does not sleep so refreshingly in a chair."
"And you really do not suffer?"
"No, no, I assure you. And you?"
"Nor I either. I only tremble with fear. Pray, mamma, let us leave this house!"
"And where shall we go to? You know what trouble we had to find this miserable chamber; for, unfortunately, we have no papers,—and, besides, we have paid a fortnight in advance. They will not return our money; and we have so very, very little left, that we must take all possible care of it."
"Perhaps M. de Saint-Remy will answer you in a day or two."
"I cannot hope for that. It is so long since I wrote to him."
"He cannot have received your letter. Why did not you write to him again? From here to Angers is not so far, and we should soon have his answer."