"Eh, Nicole, stop a moment." The girl, who feared her, approached reluctantly.
"You're going to the market?"
"Yes."
"To-morrow is Sunday. I want to put some flowers on the tomb of Marat. See what is going cheap this morning and tell me."
"Is that all?"
"You must stop from time to time to give me news," continued la Mère Corniche, taking her hand.
"You know as much as I do."
"You sell flowers every day?"
"Yes."