They were filled with all sorts of handsome things--silks and velvets, laces and jewels--and among the rest a long purse, crammed as full as it could hold of gold pieces, which Zerbine poured out in a heap on the table; seeming to take a childish delight in looking at and playing with her golden treasure, while laughing and chattering merrily all the time.
"Serafina would burst with rage and envy if she should see all this money," said she gaily, "so we will keep it out of her sight.

I only show it to you to prove that I didn't need to return to my profession, but was actuated by a pure love of my art.

As to you, my good old friends, if your finances happen to be not just as you could wish, put your paws into this and help yourselves; take just as much as ever they will hold." The two actors thanked her heartily for her generous offer, but assured her that they were very well off, and in need of no assistance.
"Ah well!" said Zerbine, "it will be for another time then.

I shall put it away in my strong box, and keep it for you, like a faithful treasurer." "But surely you haven't abandoned the poor marquis," said Blazius, rather reproachfully.

"Of course I know there was no question of his giving you up; you are not one of that sort.