Richard showed the envelope to Moncharmin.

Then he counted the twenty thousand-franc notes in front of him and put the notes into the envelope, but without closing it.
"And now," he said, "let's have Mother Giry in." The old woman was sent for.

She entered with a sweeping courtesy.

She still wore her black taffeta dress, the color of which was rapidly turning to rust and lilac, to say nothing of the dingy bonnet.

She seemed in a good temper.