"When I have enough of a thing, or when I have too much of a thing or a person, I get rid of it."
"So, monsieur, you intend to drive me out of your house?"
"Still stubborn, are you? For seventeen years you have been no good to me, you have turned my son against me, you have plundered my wood, stolen my silver,—all that plagues me, and I wish to get rid of it. But to begin, where are your jewels?"
"My jewels?" asked Marie, astonished at this unexpected demand.
"Yes, your jewels, valued at nearly one thousand francs; go and get them and give them to me; that will compensate me for the silver you have robbed me of."
"I do not own these jewels any longer, monsieur."
"What!"
"I have sold them."
"What!" cried Jacques, stammering with anger, "you—you—you—"
"I have sold them, monsieur, at the same time the silver was sold, and for the same object."