“It is the exact truth. Haven’t you seen in the papers the case of Vincent Favoral, cashier of the Mutual Credit?”
And, taking a paper from his pocket, he handed it to the young woman, saying, “Read.”
But she pushed it back, not without a slight blush. “Oh, I believe you!” she said.
The fact is, and Marius understood it, she did not read very fluently.
“The worst of M. Vincent Favoral’s conduct,” he resumed, “is, that, while he was throwing away money here by the handful, he subjected his family to the most cruel privations.”
“Oh!”
“He refused the necessaries of life to his wife, the best and the worthiest of women; he never gave a cent to his son; and he deprived his daughter of every thing.”
“Ah, if I could have suspected such a thing!” murmured Mme. Zelie.
“Finally, and to cap the—climax, he has gone, leaving his wife and children literally without bread.”
Transported with indignation,