'Anastasie, where is Aline ?' 'She has gone to Montereau to see her parents,' said madame.
'All is for the best!' exclaimed the Doctor fervently.

'Here, quick, come near to me; I do not wish to speak too loud,' he continued.
'Darling, we are wealthy!' 'Wealthy!' repeated the wife.
'I have found the treasure of Franchard,' replied her husband.

'See, here are the first fruits; a pineapple, a dress for my ever-beautiful--it will suit her--trust a husband's, trust a lover's, taste! Embrace me, darling! This grimy episode is over; the butterfly unfolds its painted wings.

To-morrow Casimir will come; in a week we may be in Paris--happy at last! You shall have diamonds.

Jean-Marie, take it out of the boot, with religious care, and bring it piece by piece into the dining-room.