The young girl, who a moment before had asked questions and still seemed interested a little in life, stirred uneasily, and murmured, in an odd, singing voice:
“I do not know!”
“Did you sleep last night?”
“I do not know!”
“How old are you?” asked Fargeas, to test her mental condition.
“I do not know!”
The physician’s eyes sought those of the General. Vogotzine, his face crimson, stood by the chair, his little, round eyes blinking with emotion at each of these mournful, musical responses.
“What is your name?” asked the doctor, slowly.
She raised her dark, sad eyes, and seemed to be seeking what to reply; then, wearily letting her head fall backward, she answered, as before:
“I do not know!”