"Clarville? Yes, a brave fellow—I remember him perfectly."
"Well, after he resigned, he had very little to live on, and the failure of some bank swept away the little that he had. In fact, if I hadn't happened to come across him, I believe he would have starved. Fortunately, I was able to take him on as overseer, and that pays him a little something."
"Poor fellow! it was a lucky thing for him, though."
"I should think so, particularly as he is married,—a love-match,—that is to say, the girl hadn't a penny, and there are two little children in the bargain, so you can judge of his situation. He manages to make both ends meet, but that is all. I have been to see him. He lives in a side street at the end of the Rue de Monceau."
"At the end of the Rue de Monceau?" asked Gerald, hastily. "I, too, must go and see him."
"He would be delighted, my dear Senneterre, for when misfortunes come, one's visitors are rare."
"What is the number of the house?"
"It is the only house on the street,—a little bit of a house. The devil! There's the second bell. I must leave you, my dear Senneterre, and get my men together. Good-bye; don't forget your promise."
"No, certainly not."
"And I may tell Clarville you're coming to see him?"