M. Perissard stroked his chin a moment. All this excitement indicated excellent opportunities for financial advancement and he did not want to spoil anything through unwary haste.
"I have not been instructed to tell you," he said, guardedly.
"Good God, man! You don't mean to say you refuse?"
"My—my client has so instructed me——" began M. Perissard in his most professional tone.
"You come from her?" interrupted the other. "She's your client? What does she want? What can I do?"
M. Perissard drew a quick breath.
"She wants the money she brought with her on her marriage!" he plumped out.
"Her dot? Her 125,000 francs?"
"She wants that sum refunded to her!" affirmed M. Perissard, pursing up his lips impressively.
"She would have had it long ago if I had known where to find her!" cried Floriot.