"Oh! monsieur——"
"No, never fear, I shall know enough to show myself the door. First of all, I am glad to see that you are really much better; I will wager that two days hence you will not have a sign of your illness."
"Oh! I hope not, monsieur; then I shall be able to go back to my flower stand."
"Yes, but you must not be imprudent, and go out too soon. I am well aware that to keep one's room is not amusing, when one is all alone. Oh! I know all about that, I have had too much experience; but at my age reverie is melancholy, whereas at yours it should be rose-colored."
"Not always, monsieur."
"Have you no parents?"
"No, monsieur, I have none."
"Poor girl! and despair had taken possession of your pretty head, and you proposed to die?"
"What! you know, monsieur?"
"Yes, yes. Chicotin told me that whole story; he is very fond of talking, is that fellow; he told me that your lover, no, I mean the young man who is in love with you, had ceased to speak to you because he thought that you had listened to a young dandy; you see that I am well posted."