"They are lying in the streets! They are dying, are dead, are hunted, are pursued, are perishing! But I have come through all to you!" She curtseyed anew.

"So I see, Monsieur!" she answered.

"I am flattered!" But she did not advance, and gradually, light-headed as he was, he began to see that she looked at him with an odd closeness.

And he took offence.
"I say, Madame, I have come to you!" he repeated.

"And you do not seem pleased!" She came forward a step and looked at him still more oddly.
"Oh yes," she said.