"Ah! but her real name? Where does she live?"
"Only a little way from here, but a man named Robeccal can tell you exactly."
"Robeccal! A miserable scoundrel!"
"You know him then?"
"Only too well!"
"I know that the Marquise boards with a woman who is bed-ridden, and I remember that she is sometimes spoken of as Cinette, or Francine."
"Cinette!" cried Fanfar, "how old is she!"
"Fifteen or sixteen, I should say."
"Merciful Heavens! Can it be she! Am I going mad?"