“There was forty-five francs.”
“Yes, that’s what I made it,” replied Philippe. “I took them; is there any objection?”
“No, my friend, no,” said Joseph. “If you were rich, I should do the same by you; only, before taking what I wanted, I should ask you if it were convenient.”
“It is very humiliating to ask,” remarked Philippe; “I would rather see you taking as I do, without a word; it shows more confidence. In the army, if a comrade dies, and has a good pair of boots, and you have a bad pair, you change, that’s all.”
“Yes, but you don’t take them while he is living.”
“Oh, what meanness!” said Philippe, shrugging his shoulders. “Well, so you haven’t got any money?”
“No,” said Joseph, who was determined not to show his hiding-place.
“In a few days we shall be rich,” said Madame Descoings.
“Yes, you; you think your trey is going to turn up on the 25th at the Paris drawing. You must have put in a fine stake if you think you can make us all rich.”
“A paid-up trey of two hundred francs will give three millions, without counting the couplets and the singles.”