“Ha! you have just done a nice thing—confess it!”
She planted herself boldly in front of him.
“Ah! well, what of that? Where’s the harm?”
“What! You are playing the spy on me?”
“Is that my fault? Why do you go to amuse yourself with virtuous women?”[223]
“Never mind! I don’t wish you to insult them.”
“How have I insulted them?”
He had no answer to make to this, and in a more spiteful tone:
“But on the other occasion, at the Champ de Mars——”
“Ah! you bore us to death with your old women!”
“Wretch!”
He raised his fist.
“Don’t kill me! I’m pregnant!”
Frederick staggered back.
“You are lying!”
“Why, just look at me!”
She seized a candlestick, and pointing at her face:
“Don’t you recognise the fact there?”
Little yellow spots dotted her skin, which was strangely swollen. Frede
