Mouzon. Benoît, have you got that written down?
Recorder. Yes, your worship.
Mouzon. Madame, I know how painful this must be to you, but I beg you to listen to me with the greatest attention. Your husband was pressed for money, was he not?
Yanetta. No.
Mouzon. Yes.
Yanetta. I tell you no.
Mouzon. Here is the proof. Three months ago he borrowed eight hundred francs from a cattle-dealer of Mauleon.
Yanetta. He never told me about it.
Mouzon. Moreover, he owed a considerable sum to Goyetche.
Yanetta. I've never heard of that either.