Her room was on the Rue des Orfevres, only three doors away from the Huberts.

She would take her tea, sugar, and soup, then, when necessary, go to buy her medicine at the druggist's on the Grand Rue.

One day, as she returned with her hands full of the little phials, she started at seeing Felicien at the bedside of the old sick woman.

He turned very red, and slipped away awkwardly, after leaving a charitable offering.

The next day he came in as she was leaving, and she gave him her place, very much displeased.