Looking at every sign as he walked along, he called on one after another, and at last, in this way, he had the good fortune to find an old woman, who exclaimed, in answer to his questions, "What! Do I know Madame Foucart?
A most honourable person, but one who has had many misfortunes.

She lives on the Rue de Censier, quite at the other end of Paris." He hastened there at once.
Warned by experience, he determined now to be diplomatic.

But Madame Foucart, an enormous woman, would not allow him to ask questions in the good order he had arranged them before going there.

As soon as he mentioned the two names of the child, she seemed to be eager to talk, and she related its whole history in a most spiteful way.

"Ah! the child was alive! Very well; she might flatter herself that she had for a mother a most famous hussy.