Where was it?
What had become of it?
As well try, she thought, to fish up a coin thrown into the sea.

She felt like a thief.
"There ought to be another louis," she stammered.
"It doesn't matter," said the man.
"But it does matter.

You might think that I--I kept it." "That's too absurd," he answered.

"Are you interested in guns ?" "Guns ?" She stared at him.

He appeared quite sane.
"I remember now I was thinking of guns when I went away," he explained.
"They're interesting things to think about." "But don't you understand that I owe you a louis?
I forgot all about it.