"We sold things," she replied.
"In Paris? Round about Paris?"
"We traveled; we had a wagon and we were sometimes in one part of the country, sometimes in another."
"And when your mother died you left Paris?"
"Yes, sir."
"Why?"
"Because mother made me promise not to stay in Paris after she had gone, but to go North where my father's people live."
"Then why did you come here?"
"When my mother died we had to sell our wagon and our donkey and the few things we had, and all this money was spent during her illness. When I left the cemetery after she was buried all the money I had was five francs thirty-five centimes, which was not enough for me to take the train. So I decided to make the journey on foot."
Monsieur Vulfran's fingers tightened over hers. She did not understand this movement.