"God will bless you," he said, "you are an angel, since you take care of flowers."
"No," she replied, "I am the Devil, but I don't care."
The old man continued, without waiting for or hearing the reply,—
"What a pity that I am so unhappy and so poor, and can do nothing for you!"
"You can do something," she said.
"What is it!"
"Tell me where M. Marius lives."
The old man did not understand.
"What Monsieur Marius?"
He raised his glassy eyes and seemed seeking something which had vanished.