After all, what did Thibaudier matter to him, or the deputation, the election or politics? Denis Ramel had sounded its depths in his grave in the cemetery of Saint-Ouen.
"Let us drop Thibaudier. By the way," said Jéliotte, "I saw your wife at Grenoble."
Vaudrey grew pale.
He again repeated: "Ah!"
"She is greatly changed. She doesn't leave the house of her uncle, the doctor, nor does she receive any one."
"Is she sick, then?"
"Yes, slightly."
"And you are separated, then?"
"No," replied Sulpice.
Jéliotte smiled.