"What's your name?"
"I call myself Elizabeth!"
"Don't know it!... Elizabeth, who?..."
"Elizabeth Dollon...."
The old woman rose from the corner of the mattress she had seated herself on.
"True? You're Elizabeth Dollon?... Well, that's funny! Have you been nabbed long?..."
"You ask if it is long since I was...?"
"Nabbed!... Taken!... Arrested!... Eh?"
Elizabeth nodded in the affirmative. It seemed to her that an infinity of time had passed since her imprisonment at Saint Lazare.
"I was nabbed last night. If you want to know my name, I'm called Mother Toulouche. They say I'm one of the band of Numbers, and that I receive stolen goods! Lies! That's well understood!"