“Yes, yes, I know. That sot of a Calleux will drink it all up.”
“Well, aunt, I saw that young man again this morning, at Monsieur Destival’s.”
“So he’s a young man, is he? You said a gentleman yesterday.”
“Bless me! so he is, a gentleman who is young.”
“Oh! that makes a difference.”
“He was very pleasant and friendly with me, and when he learned from me that Père Calleux spent all the money, he gave me this purse and told me to see that poor Coco has everything he needs. I took it, aunt; did I do wrong?”
“Of course not, my dear; as if you didn’t always do right, dear Denise. Well! you’re a good girl too, and you don’t let the men talk nonsense to you.”
“No, indeed, aunt; but I let that gentleman kiss me.”
“Oh! that makes a difference. What did he want to kiss you for?”
“To thank me for agreeing to look after Coco, for he’s very fond of him.”