“Ah! my dear monsieur, more than one scamp has come to-day! And they have turned my mistress out of doors!”
“Turned her out! That isn’t possible, ten thousand dead men!”
“What were they? brigands, robbers?”
“No, no, monsieur, they were bailiffs, creditors, what do I know? They showed madame some papers, and told her that she wasn’t in her own house any longer. Poor woman! she cried, but she didn’t make any answer; she just did her clothes up in a bundle, took her daughter in her arms, and left.”
“Left! She has gone away? Is it possible? The villain! he has reduced her to destitution!”
“Monsieur Jacques, I tell you there was a lot of them. Look, here’s the placard; this house is for sale now, and they left me here, so that there might be some one to show it to people.”
“Do you know where Madame Murville has gone?”
“Bless me! she took the Paris road.”
“She has gone to join him.”