"Name of an—excuse me, bourgeois, but I am so glad that I brought that letter for you!"
"Thanks, my friends, thanks, I am trying to remember—Yes, Juvigny did owe me money—I can't remember just how much; but when I inquired about him a few months ago, I was told that he was travelling."
"He must have sent word to this person to send you this sum, monsieur."
"Faith! I hardly expected this restitution. The money arrives most opportunely, but I can't get over my surprise!"
"You see, monsieur, that I told you that your dream meant good luck."
"You can buy all the syrup of Poupée that you want now, bourgeois."
"Yes, my boy, and my little neighbor will be kind enough to do that for me, and change this note. Here, my dear, is the note, here's the thousand francs which seems to have fallen from heaven!"
"Ah! I have a strong suspicion where it fell from, myself!" thought Violette as she left the room.
XLII
THE PIE
Ten days after the receipt of the letter containing the thousand francs, Roncherolle was walking on the boulevard, alert and active, feeling not a trace of his gout, and wrapped in a warm, stylish overcoat, with a new hat on his head, patent leather shoes on his feet, in a word, dressed with a care and elegance which changed him completely and made him look almost like a young man.