“Not for you!”
“No, you see, I’ve got some sewing to do. I might as well. I have many spare hours each day. I am trying to make a little money. It’s that nice lingerie shop near the Hotel de Paris.”
“Good Heavens! And how much can you make at that?”
“About five francs a day.”
“The deuce! What would you say if I told you that to-day I had made fifty thousand?”
“You didn’t....”
“I did. It’s true I lost some of it afterwards. Ah! if I’d only stopped in time. But I hung on to thirty thousand.”
Eagerly he took out his sheaf of bills, and spread them before her.
“There! I’ve fifty-five thousand, only five short of the sixty.”
She looked frightened. She laid her hand on his.