'Everything needful for your success là-bas.'
'A written denial that I am an assassin? Ma foi, it were better not to remove the impression. It's served me a good turn, on this side of the water at least. Call it twenty-five thousand francs.'
'Very well; but not a sous more.'
'Shall I trust you?'
'Am I not trusting you? It is well for you that I do not allow myself to think of the venture I am making.'
'Perhaps we're even there. We neither of us can afford to make account of certain possibilities. Still, I'll trust you, too.... Tiens!' added the boatman, 'here we are near the quay.' Then with a mock-solemn touch of his cap, 'Will Madame still visit the cemetery?'
'Come, quick, let me land,' said Madame Bernier, impatiently.
'We have been among the dead, after a fashion,' persisted the boatman, as he gave her his hand.
III.
It was more than eight o'clock when Madame Bernier reached her own house.