"What thought? Come, speak out, tell me what you want me to do. I'll do it right away."
"Oh! yes, yes! you will do it, won't you?"
"Do you want me to swear?"
"No. Listen: that old lady, at whose rooms you met me, on Vieille Rue du Temple——"
"Madame Desroches?"
"Yes; I absolutely must send her some money."
"Money! Mon Dieu! as if——"
"Oh! I am well aware that you haven't any, my poor girl! I know that you and Elina deprive yourselves of everything in order to take care of me."
"No, no—nonsense! The druggist gives me the medicines for nothing."
"Listen. To-morrow morning, early, you must go to my room—the key is in the pocket of my jacket. It's on Rue du Faubourg-Saint-Honoré, No. 10. Go up to the fifth floor, the door on the left. There you will find sixty francs in the table drawer."