"No, no, I assure you; and you?"
"Nor I; only I tremble still from fear. I entreat you, mamma, let us leave this house."
"And where shall we go to? You know with how much trouble we found this wretched place; and, besides, we have paid two weeks in advance; they will not return us our money; and we have so little left—so little, that we should manage as closely as possible."
"Perhaps some day M. de Saint Remy will answer your letter."
"I no longer hope it; it is so long since I have written."
"He might not have received your letter: why do you not write him again? From hence to Angers is not so far; we shall soon have an answer."
"My poor child, you know how much this has cost me already."
"What do you risk? he is so good, notwithstanding his roughness. Was he not one of my father's old friends, and, besides, he is our relation."
"But he is poor himself; his fortune is very small. Perhaps he does not reply, to avoid the mortification of being obliged to refuse us."
"But if he has not received your letter, mamma?"