“Yes, it has,” said Fraisier; “we are opposing the transfer of the property.”
“And upon what grounds?”
“You shall know that by and by, my boy,” Fraisier replied, banteringly. “At this moment, if the legatee withdraws everything that he declares to be his, we shall raise no objections, but the room itself will be sealed. And M. Schmucke may lodge where he pleases.”
“No,” said Villemot; “M. Schmucke is going to stay in his room.”
“And how?”
“I shall demand an immediate special inquiry,” continued Villemot, “and prove that we pay half the rent. You shall not turn us out. Take away the pictures, decide on the ownership of the various articles, but here my client stops—‘my boy.’”
“I shall go out!” the old musician suddenly said. He had recovered energy during the odious dispute.
“You had better,” said Fraisier. “Your course will save expense to you, for your contention would not be made good. The lease is evidence—”
“The lease! the lease!” cried Villemot, “it is a question of good faith—”
“That could only be proved in a criminal case, by calling witnesses.—Do you mean to plunge into experts’ fees and verifications, and orders to show cause why judgment should not be given, and law proceedings generally?”