"Great God! and you had our funds?" cried Ménard.
"I did."
"And your own fifteen thousand francs?"
"Everything—every sou, I tell you. There is nothing left, except what you two have about you. They took everything, even my superb hat, with its steel buckle worth sixty francs."
"What a catastrophe! what are we to do?" exclaimed Ménard, who was terribly distressed to think that, after living like lords, they were reduced to living by their wits.
Frédéric said nothing; he was suspicious of Dubourg's tale; and that worthy, perceiving his incredulity, tried to overcome it by crying every minute:
"What a fatality! to be attacked and robbed! Such things happen to nobody but me!"
"Indeed, monsieur le baron, you do seem to be unlucky," said Ménard, remembering the theft of the berlin.
"With whom did you pass the evening?" inquired Frédéric.
"With Madame la Marquise de Versac."