"Yes, and the hay saved the marble; you are right, my friend,
that _was_ an idea."

"Does this idea of the municipality afford you another?" asked
M. Leduc.

"Faith, yes, and I shall have poor luck if I don't make something
out of it."

I looked at my watch. "Three o'clock! Now for the prison. I have
an appointment with M. Milliet at four on the Place du Bastion."

"Wait; there is one thing more."

"What is that?"

"Have you noticed Marguerite of Austria's motto?"

"No; where is it?"

"Oh, all over. In the first place, look above her tomb."

"'Fortune, infortune, fort'une.'"

"Exactly."

"Well, what does this play of words mean?"

"Learned men translate it thus: 'Fate persecutes a woman much.'"