"You say, then, madame, that the silver, that my silver—"
"Ah, well, monsieur," replied Marie, in a firm voice, "your silver, I have sold it."
"You have sold it?"
"Yes, monsieur."
"And to whom?"
"To a silversmith in Pont Brillant."
"What is his name?"
"I do not know, monsieur."
"Truly?"
"It was not I who went to town to sell the silver, monsieur."