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"But I have lived so long in Russia, I forget people call this cold." "Ah! the Princess travelled far?" said Madame Dépine, eagerly. "Too far," replied Madame Valière, with a flash of Gallic wit. "But who has told you of the Princess?" "Madame la Propriétaire, naturally." "She talks too much she and her wig!" "If only she didn't imagine herself a powdered marquise in it!
The trio mounted the stairs, and hunted high and low, disturbing the peaceful spider-webs. They peered under the very bed. Not even the old block was to be seen. As far as Madame Valière's own chattels were concerned, the room was indeed "empty as an egg-shell." "She has carried it away with the three weeks' rent," sneered Madame la Propriétaire.
"You know that you are in debt for your little room, and that the proprietaire won't let you stay much longer. You know that you have not sufficient food. You know that you have had nothing to-day but a bit of bread and a cup of coffee, if you have had that. Confess!" The corners of her mouth worked pathetically. In spite of heroic effort, a sob came into her throat and tears into her eyes.
But though they met continuously in the musty corridor, and even dined when they did dine at the same crémerie, they never spoke to each other. Madame la Propriétaire was the channel through which they sucked each other's history, for though they had both known her in their girlish days at Tonnerre, in the department of Yonne, they had not known each other.
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