CHAPTER VII.
MICHE VIGNEVIELLE.
Madame Delphine sold one of the corner lots of her property.

She had almost no revenue, and now and then a piece had to go.

As a consequence of the sale, she had a few large bank-notes sewed up in her petticoat, and one day--maybe a fortnight after her tearful interview with Pere Jerome--she found it necessary to get one of these changed into small money.

She was in the Rue Toulouse, looking from one side to the other for a bank which was not in that street at all, when she noticed a small sign hanging above a door, bearing the name "Vignevielle." She looked in.

Pere Jerome had told her (when she had gone to him to ask where she should apply for change) that if she could only wait a few days, there would be a new concern opened in Toulouse Street,--it really seemed as if Vignevielle was the name, if she could judge; it looked to be, and it was, a private banker's,--"U.L.