“Where’s Madeleine?” she asked.
“She’s asleep, my little Denise,” the child replied, throwing his arms about the girl’s neck.
“And your father?”
“Papa Calleux, he didn’t come home last night. Grandma says he slept at the wine-shop.”
“Coco, do you love that gentleman who came here and left money for you, and kept you from being beaten for breaking the bowl?”
“Oh, yes! I do love him, just. He’s got a pretty vest and a pretty ribbon hanging on it. He’s coming to play with me again, ain’t he?”
“Yes, he said he’d come again. Do you know his name?”
“He’s my dear friend.”
“But his name—did he tell you that?”