At last Silvere felt somewhat ashamed of remaining there, and accordingly got off the wall.
In the evening, preoccupied with his adventure, he endeavoured to question aunt Dide.

Perhaps she would know who this Miette was who had such black eyes and such red lips.

But, since she had lived in the house in the alley, the old woman had never once given a look behind the wall of the little yard.

It was, to her, like an impassable rampart, which shut off her past.

She did not know--she did not want to know--what there might now be on the other side of that wall, in that old enclosure of the Fouques, where she had buried her love, her heart and her flesh.
As soon as Silvere began to question her she looked at him with childish terror.