"Oh! that doesn't matter, I will give you another worth thirty sous."
"Yes, but the fine, what will that come to?"
"Oh! as to that, the fine will be a matter of fifty francs."
"Fifty francs!" I exclaimed: "they will ask my mother for fifty francs! Oh! goodness! What shall I do?"
And I felt ready to burst into tears.
"Bah!" said Montagnon, "isn't there your cousin Deviolaine?"
I shook my head, for I had not such confidence as that in my cousin Deviolaine. I had asked him several times, in order to sound him:—
"Cousin, what would you do to me if you caught me shooting in the forest?"
And he had replied, in the gentle tones that characterised him, and with his usual charming trick of frowning his eyebrows as he spoke:—
"Do? I should fling you into a dungeon, you rascal!"