Jacqueline fell into the trap without a thought. She stiffened with drunken dignity.
"I beg your pardon!" she said, with a haughtiness somewhat impaired by her difficulty of enunciation. "I did not bring my husband 300,000 francs on my marriage, certainly! But I did bring him 125,000!"
Laroque hid the gleam in his eyes.
"Oh, nonsense! You're joking!" he laughed, "125,000 francs!"
"I 'sure you it's true!" declared Jacqueline, solemnly.
"Tut, tut! You're stretching it some!"
"Not a sou—more nor less!"
"Truth and honor?" he cried, laughing and raising his hand in the gesture of the oath.
"Truth an' honor!"
"A hundred and twenty-five thousand francs?"