"Listen," she said; "I haven't given you your Christmas box for this year."
"No, nor Léonor either."
"Nor Léonor either?" she repeated.
"Neither," I said again.
"Very well! if you are compelled to pay the fifty francs in question we will each give you twenty-five of it."
"Thank you, Madame Darcourt.... In that case I will run over to M. Creton."
"What for?"
"To tell him that everything has turned out well; that he only got what he deserved; that another time he is not to run after me; that—"
My mother caught me by the arm.