“Parbleu! I now have here, in land and money, seven to eight thousand francs. When I reach a million I shall sell out and go away. I shall have enough to live on with her for a year—one whole year. And then, good-bye, my life will be finished.”
“But after that?” I asked.
“After that, I do not know. That will be all, I may possibly ask her to take me as a valet de chambre.”
YVETTE SAMORIS
“The Comtesse Samoris.”
“That lady in black over there?”
“The very one. She's wearing mourning for her daughter, whom she killed.”
“You don't mean that seriously? How did she die?”
“Oh! it is a very simple story, without any crime in it, any violence.”