“Fromeverythingandfromnothing，“repliedOlympe。“Thepoorlittle，thingmoveswiththeslownessofatortoisewhensheisobligedto，obeyme，butsherunslikealizardwhenJustinasksforanything，she，trembleslikealeafatthesoundofhisvoice;andherfaceisthat，ofasaintascendingtoheavenwhenshelooksathim。Butsheknows，nothingaboutlove;shehasnoideathatsheloveshim。”
“Poorchild！”saidthecountesswithasmileandtonethatwerefull，ofnaivete。
“Andso，“continuedMadameMichaud，answeringwithasmilethesmile，ofherlatemistress，“GenevieveisgloomywhenJustinisoutofthe，house;ifIaskherwhatsheisthinkingofsherepliesthatsheis，afraidofMonsieurRigou，orsomesuchnonsense。Shethinkspeople，envyher，thoughsheisasblackastheinsideofachimney。When，JustinispatrollingthewoodsatnightthechildisasanxiousasI
am。IfIopenmywindowtolistenforthetrotofhishorse，Iseea，lightinherroom，whichshowsmethatLaPechinaastheycallhere
iswatchingandwaitingtoo。Shenevergoestobed，anymorethanI