'My lord, I took the loan of it from a money-lender. I must give it back at so much a week; don't take it from me....'
'That does not matter to me,' Formosa said haughtily.
'Don't take it from me, my lord. If you knew what it was needed for....'
'It does not matter to me' the Marquis said fiercely. 'Give me the fifty francs....'
'They are for getting food for her ladyship....'
'That does not matter to me!' Formosa yelled.
'As that is so, I obey,' said the old servant despairingly, and he took out the other fifty-franc note. The Marquis snatched at it like a thief, and put it quickly in his pocket.
'Your wife has money, too; get it from her,' Formosa went on again coldly.
'Where could my wife get it?'
'She has some. Make her give it to you, and bring it here. Spare me a scene. If your wife denies it, you can leave the house at once, both of you.'