"Neighbour, an idea comes across me."
"Well, what is this idea?"
"Do you understand all about household affairs?"
"Yes; I should think so," said Rigolette, with a slight affectation of manner.
"Take my arm, then, and let us go to the Temple and buy all these things for the Morels; won't that be a good way?"
"Oh, how capital! Poor souls! But, then, the money?"
"I have it."
"What, five hundred francs?"
"The benefactor of the Morels has given me carte blanche; and she will spare nothing to see these poor people restored to comfort. Is there any place where we can buy better supplies than at the Temple?"