“WHAT?” cried George, in consternation.
“What’s that you are telling me?” exclaimed Madame Dupont.
“Five hundred francs?” repeated her son.
“What five hundred francs?” echoed the mother.
“The five hundred francs you promised me,” said the nurse.
“We have promised you five hundred francs? WE?”
“Yes.”
“When the child should be weaned, and if we should be satisfied with you! That was our promise.”
“No. You said you would give them to me when I was leaving. Now I am leaving, and I want them.”
Madame Dupont drew herself up, haughtily. “In the first place,” she said, “kindly oblige me by speaking to me in another tone; do you understand?”