“How savage you are!” she exclaimed at last. “Well, it is your lookout. Only I should like to know what you mean to do?”
“About what?”
“Why, about your board.”
“I shall find the means, madam, you may be sure.”
The old woman, however, who knew from experience what that cruel word, “living,” sometimes means with poor forsaken girls, shook her head seriously, and answered,—
“So much the better; so much the better! Only I know you owe a good deal of money.”
“Owe?”
“Why, yes! The furniture here has never been paid for.”
“What? The furniture”—
“Of course, M. Maxime was going to pay for it; he has told me so. But if you fall out in this way—you understand, don’t you?”