"And the girl?" she asked, with a shiver.
"That, my dear, was to depend on what you could find out about her," Hébert reminded her.
His own fury had subsided, and he threw himself into a chair. Thérèse made an abrupt movement.
"There is nothing more to find out. I have it all."
"You 've been long enough getting it," said Hébert, sitting up.
"Well, I have it now, and I told you all along that Rosalie was more obstinate than a mule. She has been in one of her silent moods; she would go to all the executions, and then, instead of being a pleasant companion, there she would sit quite mum, or muttering to herself. Yesterday, however, she seemed excited. There was a large batch told off, three women amongst them, and one of them shrieked when Sanson took her kerchief off. That seemed to wake Rosalie up. She got quite red, and began to talk as if she had a fever."
"It is one you have caught from her, then," said Hébert impatiently. "The news, my girl, the news! What do I care for your cousin and her tantrums?"
Thérèse looked dangerous.
"Am I your cat's-paw, Hébert?" she said. "Pah! do your own dirty work—you 'll get no more from me."
Hébert cursed his impatience—fool that he was not to remember Thérèse's temper!