characteristics of her person. She certainly was inquisitive, but her
curiosity was probably well meant.

"I've a nephew in Paris," she continued, without seeming at all offended
by Florent's silence. "He's turned out badly though, and has enlisted.
It's a pleasant thing to have somewhere to go to and stay at, isn't it?
I dare say there's a big surprise in store for your relations when they
see you. But it's always a pleasure to welcome one of one's own people
back again, isn't it?"

She kept her eyes fixed upon him while she spoke, doubtless
compassionating his extreme scragginess; fancying, too, that there was
a "gentleman" inside those old black rags, and so not daring to slip a
piece of silver into his hand. At last, however, she timidly murmured:
"All the same, if you should happen just at present to be in want of
anything----"

But Florent checked her with uneasy pride. He told her that he had
everything he required, and had a place to go to. She seemed quite
pleased to hear this, and, as though to tranquillise herself concerning
him, repeated several times: "Well, well, in that case you've only got
to wait till daylight."

A large bell at the corner of the fruit market, just over Florent's
head, now began to ring. The slow regular peals seemed to gradually
dissipate the slumber that yet lingered all around. Carts were still
arriving, and the shouts of the waggoners, the cracking of their whips,
and the grinding of the paving-stones beneath the iron-bound wheels and
the horses' shoes sounded with an increasing din. The carts could now
only advance by a series of spasmodic jolts, and stretched in a long