Why not? 'Tis easy to give a bed and food! Why doesn't he keep men from the galleys? Nineteen years for a loaf of bread!
[Pauses a moment, then resolutely puts both candlesticks into his bag; steps to the cupboard and takes out the silver plates and the ladle, and slips them into the bag.]
All solid—I should gain at least one thousand francs. 'Tis due me—due me for all these years!
No, not the candles—I owe him that much—
[He puts the candlesticks on mantel; takes up cudgel, knapsack, and shoes; jumps out window and disappears. Pause.]
[Enter Madame. She shivers; discovers the open window.]
Madame. Why is that window open? I closed it last night myself. Oh! Could it be possible?
[Crosses and looks at open cupboard.]
It is gone!