“Yes, I think I have. I suppose you want young ones?”
“Yes, of course.”
“What do you pay for them in the market?”
D’Apreval, who had not the least idea, turned to his companion:
“What are you paying for poultry in Fécamp, my dear lady?”
“Four francs and four francs fifty centimes,” she said, her eyes full of tears, while the farmer’s wife, who was looking at her askance, asked in much surprise:
“Is the lady ill, as she is crying?”
He did not know what to say, and replied with some hesitation:
“No—no—but she lost her watch as we came along, a very handsome watch, and that troubles her. If anybody should find it, please let us know.”
Mother Benedict did not reply, as she thought it a very equivocal sort of answer, but suddenly she exclaimed: