"Enough joking," I said to Prudence; "tell me exactly how much
Marguerite is in need of."
"I have told you: thirty thousand francs."
"And when does she require this sum?"
"Before the end of two months."
"She shall have it."
Prudence shrugged her shoulders.
"I will give it to you," I continued, "but you must swear to me that you
will not tell Marguerite that I have given it to you."
"Don't be afraid."
"And if she sends you anything else to sell or pawn, let me know."
"There is no danger. She has nothing left."
I went straight to my own house to see if there were any letters from my
father. There were four.