The doctor continued: “She has not left that little room in the fourth story for a fortnight, with the exception of this morning, when she followed her father to the grave, and since her return how do you imagine she has been occupied? Here, look at this.”
Mademoiselle Josephine took the
paper her brother held out, and glanced over it. It was a list of the poor artist’s debts.
“The whole amounts to five hundred francs, which are here. She asked me to settle the bills and procure the receipts.”
“I see that, according to her calculation, one-fourth of this sum is intended for the physician who attended her father,” said Mademoiselle Josephine slowly.
“Who, in such a case, will not accept it, of course.”
“Of course not,” said his sister. “Out of this sum one hundred and twenty-five francs will be returned to her, then?”
“Yes, sister, and that will be the amount of her fortune.”
“While we are talking, then, she has absolutely nothing?”
“Nothing at all.”