At the mention of this amount, which Nicole had managed to preserve, his eye became eloquent; but suddenly controlling himself, he asked:
"Paper?"
"Gold."
"You have it with you?"
"Yes."
"Let's see it."
"When you agree."
"It is right to be merciful," he said at last, with a sigh. "But I cannot spare him more than one day."
"For a week?" she pleaded.
He shook his head.