I was well disposed towards you, but since you are insolent I shall do nothing for you, absolutely nothing." Antoine was almost choking with rage.
"And what about my money," he cried; "will you give it up, you thief, or shall I have to drag you before the judges ?" Pierre shrugged his shoulders.
"I've got no money of yours," he replied, more calmly than ever.

"My mother disposed of her fortune as she thought proper.

I am certainly not going to poke my nose into her business.

I willingly renounced all hope of inheritance.

I am quite safe from your foul accusations." And as his brother, exasperated by this composure, and not knowing what to think, muttered something, Pierre thrust Adelaide's receipt under his nose.