"Fourteen hundred——"
"Dame! And the lease?"
"Two years yet to run," said he.
"Peste! What a bother!"
"But the rent is paid."
"Oh, very well. It can be sold. And the furniture?"
"Mine."
"Good! How much?"
"It cost about three thousand francs."
"It's a fortune, monsieur," she exclaimed, with sparkling eyes. "And here I thought you were—purée!"