"Sure, why not?"
I could learn nothing from the old woman. I turned slowly towards the door.
"Where are you going?" she asked.
"Back to my friend."
"Ah, you have a friend! Does he live in Paris?"
"We got to Paris only this morning."
"Well, if you haven't a place to lodge in, why don't you come here? You will be well taken care of and it's an honest house. If your family get tired of waiting to hear from Barberin they may come here and then they'll find you. What I say is for your own interest. What age is your friend?"
"He is a little younger than I."
"Just think! two boys on the streets of Paris! You could get into such a bad place; now this is real respectable on account of the locality."