"Well, you're right, for if I paid her I'd get more another time."

"Wouldn't it be better to do as they advise, and build up a good
business?"

"Pooh!"

"But she said she would get some one to lend us the money."

"Then we should have to give up the life of--"

"Well, I'd rather; I'm sick of it; it isn't being a man at all to be
drunk half one's time."

"Yes, but you know the abbe turned his back on old Marin the other
day; he refused him everything."

"Because old Marin tried to swindle, and nobody can succeed in that
but millionnaires."

Just then the two men, whose dress seemed to show that they were
foremen in some workshop, turned abruptly round towards the place
Maubert by the bridge of the Hotel-Dieu. Godefroid stepped aside to
let them pass. Seeing him so close behind them they looked rather
anxiously at each other, and their faces expressed a regret for having
spoken.

Godefroid was the more interested by this conversation because it
reminded him of the scene between the Abbe de Veze and the workman the