There were a few silver pieces of slight value and some dozens of copper ones. The fruit had been left at various stalls and houses in small portions, for it was the custom to supply it fresh each day.
He caught them up with avidity, bit and tested each, counted them again and again, and yet again; after the third enumeration he turned sharply on her:
"There are two pieces too little: what have you done with them?"
"There are two sous short," she answered him curtly. "Twelve of the figs for the tanner Florian were rotten."
"Rotten!—they were but overripe."
"It is the same thing."
"You dare to answer me?—animal! I say they had only tasted a little too much of the sun. It only made them the sweeter."
"They were rotten."
"They were not. You dare to speak! If they had been rotten they lay under the others; he could not have seen——"
"I saw."