The tales which are related here are all falsehoods; there is _nothing_, she does not even exist, since she does not hear when one speaks to her, and sobs.

If you only knew all that I said to her! Oh! I want to go away at once.

Take me away, carry me away in your arms, so that I may go and die in the street, where the passers-by, at least, will take pity on my sufferings!" She was growing weak again, and had once more fallen on her back, stammering, talking childishly.

"Besides, nobody loves me," she said.

"My father was not even there.