"No, madame; a likelier way than that."
"Oh! And what do you call a good deal?"
"Madame understands that I am very poor. A trifle to madame would be a good deal to me. Say, a hundred thousand francs."
"A hundred thousand francs! Such a sum is not a trifle to anybody. You know a way to make it?"
"Thanks to this reward, I have a chance to make it," assented the girl, folding the bank notes that had been given to her.
"And not the lotteries?"
"No, madame; a journey for which I lacked the fare. But I bore madame?"
"No, no; go on."
"Eh bien, I am sick of poverty; I would far rather part with my face and gain wealth than remain beautiful and a beggar."
"You would far rather——What do you say?"