"Yes, you did make a fool of yourself; but I hope that you won't do it again; meanwhile, you are responsible for my having to leave this house, which, however, I hardly regret."
"Are you going to move?"
"Yes, in a few days, as soon as I can walk. But I don't propose to take furnished lodgings again; he would find me, he would visit them all. I mean to hire a room in some quiet house, and furnish it myself. That won't take long; a bed, a table, two chairs and a bureau, that is all that I need. Listen, Chicotin, while I am unable to go about, you must find those things for me, so that I shall simply have to move in as soon as I am cured. Do you understand,—just a small apartment, as neat and clean as possible; a bedroom and a study, that will be enough for me."
"All right, bourgeois, I understand; I'll look about for you. In what quarter?"
"I don't care."
"Oh! then I can find something easier. How much do you want to pay for your lodgings?"
"Hum! as little as possible; the funds are decreasing every day, my boy!"
"Do you want to go as high as eighty francs?"
"Oh, no! What next! I mean for a year."