"Did he seem put out?"

"No."

"Poor man!"

This "Poor man!" was said in a tone impossible to render.
Marguerite took the six notes of a thousand francs.

"It was quite time," she said. "My dear Prudence, are you in want
of any money?"

"You know, my child, it is the 15th in a couple of days, so if
you could lend me three or four hundred francs, you would do me a
real service."

"Send over to-morrow; it is too late to get change now."

"Don't forget."

"No fear. Will you have supper with us?"

"No, Charles is waiting for me."

"You are still devoted to him?"

"Crazy, my dear! I will see you to-morrow. Good-bye, Armand."

Mme. Duvernoy went out.