"Then you are going to see her?"
"I shall write to her," replied M. Perissard. "I may confide one thing in you, I think, without exceeding my professional duty."
"Yes?" questioned Floriot eagerly.
"May I count on your discretion?"
"Absolutely! You have my word for it!"
M. Perissard appeared to hesitate.
"Madame Floriot is just now in—ah—er—tight place," he said.
"A very tight place!" echoed his partner.
"She is absolutely penniless!"
"Great heavens!" gasped Floriot, horror-stricken. He dropped into a chair and buried his face in his hands.