`That depends. I may find a use for it one
day. If I do--well,' said madame, drawing a breath and nodding her head with a
stern kind of coquetry, `I'll use it!'
It was remarkable: but the taste of Saint
Antoine seemed to be decidedly opposed to a rose on the headdress of Madame
Defarge. Two men had entered separately, and had been about to order drink,
when, catching sight of that novelty, they faltered, made a pretence of looking
about as if for some friend who was not there, and went away. Nor, of those who
had been there when this visitor entered, was there one left. They had all
dropped off. The spy had kept his eyes open, but had been able to detect no
sign. They had lounged away in a poverty-stricken, purposeless, accidental
manner, quite natural and unimpeachable.
`JOHN,' thought madame, checking off her
work as her fingers knitted, and her eyes looked at the stranger., `Stay long
enough, and I shall knit ``BARSAD'' before you go.'
`You have a husband, madame?'
`I have.'
`Children?'
`No children.'
`Business seems bad?'
`Business is very bad; the people are so
poor.'
`Ah, the unfortunate, miserable people! So
oppressed, too--as you say.'
`As you say,' madame retorted, correcting
him, and deftly knitting an extra something into his name that boded him no
good.
`Pardon me; certainly it was I who said so,
but you naturally think so. Of course.'
`I think?' returned madame, in a high
voice. `I and my husband have enough to do to keep this wine-shop open, without
thinking. All we think, here, is how to live. That is the subject we think of,
and it gives us, from morning to night, enough to think about, without
embarrassing our heads concerning others. I think for others? No, no.'
The spy, who was there to pick up any
crumbs he could find or make, did not allow his baffled state to express itself
in his sinister face; but, stood with an air of gossiping gallantry, leaning
his elbow on Madame Defarge's little counter, and occasionally sipping his
cognac.
`A bad business this, madame, of Gaspard's
execution. Ah! the poor Gaspard!' With a sigh of great compassion.