“If you don’t forgive me, I’ll put five pounds of lead between my eyebrows.”
“Nonsense! Speak, I implore you.”
“I found out that your brother was in prison; I didn’t dare to tell you and I didn’t mean to tell his wife either; but she urged me so hard, and you know that women do whatever they want to with me, especially the ones that I respect; and then I thought that she might comfort her husband a little.”
“And do you think that I have an iron heart? My brother is unfortunate, that ends it; I forget the way he received me; I too must comfort him.”
“Poor Jacques! I was sure of it.”
“And yet you kept your mouth shut, you idiot, and you left me consumed with anxiety—Poor woman! Perhaps she is with him!”
“Parbleu! there’s no doubt of that!”
“Is he in prison in Paris?”
“Yes—wait—he is at the Conciergerie.”