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‘Ah! you used to call me thou,’ she retorted.
‘Well, then, what dost thou mean?’
She bit her lips; she seemed to hesitate, as though a prey
to some sort of inward conflict. At last she appeared to come
to a decision.
‘So much the worse, I don’t care. You have a melancholy
air, I want you to be pleased. Only promise me that you will
smile. I want to see you smile and hear you say: ‘Ah, well,
that’s good.’ Poor Mr. Marius! you know? You promised me
that you would give me anything I like—‘
‘Yes! Only speak!’
She looked Marius full in the eye, and said:—
‘I have the address.’
Marius turned pale. All the blood flowed back to his
heart.
‘What address?’
‘The address that you asked me to get!’
She added, as though with an effort:—
‘The address—you know very well!’
‘Yes!’ stammered Marius.
‘Of that young lady.’
This word uttered, she sighed deeply.
Marius sprang from the parapet on which he had been
sitting and seized her hand distractedly.
‘Oh! Well! lead me thither! Tell me! Ask of me anything
you wish! Where is it?’
‘Come with me,’ she responded. ‘I don’t know the street
or number very well; it is in quite the other direction from
here, but I know the house well, I will take you to it.’