"Of course," said Blassemare, "you have the fullest reliance upon the honor of your wife?"
Monsieur Le Prun growled an inarticulate curse or two, and Blassemare whistled a minuet.
"Come, my dear Le Prun," he resumed, "let us be frank; you are uneasy."
"About what?"
"Madame Le Prun."
"She is not injured?"
"No, but——"
"Ah, she's in league with the thieves, may be?" said Le Prun, with an agitated sneer.
"Precisely so," answered Blassemare, with a cold laugh.
"I know what you think, and I know what I think," replied Le Prun, with suppressed fury.