"How odd! A woman, who came this morning from the quarter of the prison where La Louve now is, says that she is wholly changed."
"How?"
"Instead of quarrelling and contending with everybody, she is sad, quite sad, and sits by herself, and if they speak to her she turns her back and makes no answer. It is really wonderful to see her quite still, who used always to be making such a riot; and then the woman says another thing, which I really cannot believe."
"And what is that?"
"Why, that she had seen La Louve crying; La Louve crying,—that's impossible!"
"Poor Louve! It was on my account she changed her quarters; I vexed her without intending it," said La Goualeuse, with a sigh.
"You vex any one, my good angel?"
At this moment, the inspectress, Madame Armand, entered the yard. After having looked for Fleur-de-Marie, she came towards her with a smiling and satisfied air.
"Good news, my child."
"What do you mean, madame?" said La Goualeuse, rising.