It was a tremendous journey.

Fortunately, the omnibus from the Boulevard Rochechouart to La Glaciere passed close to the asylum.

She went down the Rue de la Sante, buying two oranges on her way, so as not to arrive empty-handed.

It was another monumental building, with grey courtyards, interminable corridors and a smell of rank medicaments, which did not exactly inspire liveliness.

But when they had admitted her into a cell she was quite surprised to see Coupeau almost jolly.