"Foreclose it." "Suppose I did foreclose; you couldn't put the land in the marriage contract until it was mine." The notary shrugged his shoulder ironically, and dropped his chin in his hand as he furtively eyed the two men.

Farcinelle was ready for the emergency.

He turned to Shangois.
"I've got everything ready for the foreclosure," said he.

"Couldn't it be done to-night, Shangois ?" "Hardly to-night.

You might foreclose, but the property couldn't be Monsieur Lavilette's until it is duly sold under the mortgage." "Here, I'll tell you what can be done," said Farcinelle.