"He has our post chaise to pay for it."
"But what are we to travel with hereafter?"
"With our legs, I fancy. Indeed, when one hasn't a sou to pay for horses, there's no use in having a post chaise."
"What's that, monsieur le baron? you haven't any money?"
"No, my dear Ménard; I lost all that I possessed, this evening. That Turk's presence confused me; I didn't know what I was doing, and I played like a fool."
"That was well done! Luckily, my pupil, Monsieur Frédéric de Montreville, has the money for our journey, and the only thing for us to do is to go and find him."
"How can we possibly rely on Frédéric's having any money. He has just made a new acquaintance, and new acquaintances, Monsieur Ménard, are always very expensive; we play the open-handed lover, we deny our charmer nothing. I am sure that that girl is making him spend money like water! At his age, a young man doesn't know the value of money, and has no idea of economy."
"But, monsieur le baron, I don't quite see how they could spend much money, living in the woods."
"You don't see? well, I do! It's first one thing, then another—no end to the whims. You don't suppose that they have stayed in their little cabin this whole month, do you? I can safely tell you, now, that Frédéric proposed to hire an apartment for the girl."
"But, monsieur le baron, did you not point out to him——"