"It's the delirium going away; but I've got three kinds of herb tea for her and—ah! there's Mirontaine barking; somebody's coming."
And the concierge put her head out of the round window on the sixth floor overlooking the courtyard.
"Who's there? Who do you want?" she cried.
An old man who had entered the house, looked up and answered in a quavering voice which only reached the fourth floor:
"Have you a Monsieur Dupuis in the house?"
"What? What's that? is there a well—puits—in the house?"
"He used to be an advocate."
"You say it's your trade?"
"He has several children."
"Are you looking for lodgings?"