“WhereisAgathe？“
“Soundasleep。“
“Ah！somuchthebetter，“saidMadameHochon。“Iwishshemaysleepontillthematterisclearedup。Suchashockmightkillthepoorchild。“
ButAgathewokeupandcamedownhalf-dressed；fortheevasiveanswersofGritte，whomshequestioned，haddisturbedbothherheadandheart。
ShefoundMadameHochon，lookingverypale，withhereyesfulloftears，atoneofthewindowsofthesalonbesideherhusband。