“Yes; but it would not be safe to go there.”
“Then I’ll write. I must see him to-morrow.”
“Why?”
“You want le pognon?” he asked snappishly.
“I do.”
“Then, if we are to get it, he must give us his aid,” he said ominously.
“Ah!” she exclaimed, evidently comprehending his meaning. “But you are not very hospitable,” she added. “Have you got anything to drink?”
“Not a drop.”
“Malheureux! you’ve fallen on evil times, my dears,” she said, laughing uneasily.
Taking out her small, silver-mounted purse, she emptied its contents upon the table. This consisted of two sovereigns and some silver. The former she handed to Victor, saying,—