"Ah! what luck!"
"Wait a moment: you are to take that money, also a frock-coat, a pair of black trousers, and a black waistcoat, which you will find in a small wardrobe. They are all in good condition, almost new, I wear them so seldom. However, if you think they are not enough, take all the linen you can find—four shirts, some sheets——"
"Mon Dieu! what am I to do with all those things?"
"Take them to the Mont-de-Piété, and get forty francs on them, which you will put with the sixty; for to-morrow,—yes, to-morrow, the twenty-fifth,—you must carry a hundred francs to Madame Desroches. You must do it, do you hear?"
"Noble young man! What! you mean to go on doing without everything, to——"
"Hush, Bastringuette! you must carry that sum to-morrow to the widow of my benefactor. If that isn't done, I feel that I shall never get well."
"Oh! in that case, I'll go. Never you fear! I'll do everything you've told me, and she shall have the money to-morrow. But suppose your concierge won't let me carry the things away?"
"There isn't any concierge."
"In that case, it will soon be fixed up."
"Good! I thank you, Bastringuette. And you won't mention this to Elina?"