“Oh! is it possible, monsieur, that you are so kind as—but this is too much, monsieur, too much.”
“Hush, and come with me.”
This time Monsieur Malberg went into his kitchen, where Georget followed him, holding the loaf of sugar in his arms. The gentleman pointed to a large box without a cover, which stood under the stove, saying:
“Take that box; there’s charcoal in it.”
“Oh! how kind you are, monsieur! How can I thank you for——”
“It isn’t worth while, I don’t like thanks; take this box, I say.”
“Yes, monsieur, but be sure—I will return all this; pray believe me. Oh! I will work to pay my debt.”
“Very well, very well! By the way, wait; I have some linden leaves here, and some mallow; perhaps they will be good for your mother, and you haven’t any in your room, I suppose?”
“No, I think not, monsieur.”
“Well, I’ll give you some then; come.”