Juliette's face grew dark:
"Why next week? Can't you do it now, right now!"
"Well you see ... now ... I am short of money.... I am a little hard up."
"What? Already? You haven't got a sou? Is that a fact? Where did all your money go? You have not a sou left?"
"Why yes, I have! Only I am a little short of cash temporarily."
"Well if that's the case it doesn't matter. I have also made inquiries about the terms. They would agree to accept promissory notes. Five notes of six thousand francs each. That is not such a mighty matter!"
"Undoubtedly. But a little later! I promise you. Is that all right?"
"Ah!" Juliette said simply.
I looked at her, the wrinkle on her forehead terrified me; I saw a hidden glimmer flare up in her eyes, and in the space of a second a world of extraordinary sensations hitherto unknown to me, took hold of me. Very clearly, with perfect understanding, with cruel indifference, with a startling conciseness of judgment I put the following question to myself: "Juliette and dishonor; Juliette and prison?" I did not hesitate.
"Let's go in," I said.