“Already!” cried Denise; “you seemed to be so comfortable here!”
“Yes, I am very comfortable here; that is true; but business calls me back. I will see you again, Denise; I will come again to see you.”
“You won’t let so long a time go by without coming to see Coco?”
“No, I promise you that. Take this—it’s for him. I have no need to commend him to you, you are so kind!”
“Oh! as to that, monsieur, she loves the child as if he was her brother.”
“But what is the use of leaving me so much money, monsieur?”
“His house is falling to pieces; you must have it repaired; then have the little garden behind it enclosed, and buy the whole place for my little boy.”
“But, monsieur, this is three thousand francs that you’ve given me, and it won’t take so much money for that.”
“Take it, I insist; and if it isn’t enough,—here is my address in Paris. Write me, Denise, and you shall hear from me at once.”
Auguste tossed his card on the table, and kissed the child.