Pack your things; you shall go hang elsewhere!" The two young men turned white and stiff as plaster casts.
"Read on, Monsieur Heron," said Hochon.
The old notary read the guardianship accounts; from which it appeared that the net fortune of the two Borniche children amounted to seventy thousand francs, a sum derived from the dowry of their mother: but Monsieur Hochon had lent his daughter various large sums, and was now, as creditor, the owner of a part of the property of his Borniche grandchildren.

The portion coming to Baruch amounted to only twenty thousand francs.
"Now you are rich," said the old man, "take your money, and go.

I remain master of my own property and that of Madame Hochon, who in this matter shares all my intentions, and I shall give it to whom I choose; namely, our dear Adolphine.

Yes, we can marry her if we please to the son of a peer of France, for she will be an heiress." "A noble fortune!" said Monsieur Heron.
"Monsieur Maxence Gilet will make up this loss to you," said Madame Hochon.
"Let my hard-saved money go to a scapegrace like you?
no, indeed!" cried Monsieur Hochon.
"Forgive me!" stammered Baruch.
"'Forgive, and I won't do it again,'" sneered the old man, imitating a child's voice.

"If I were to forgive you, and let you out of this house, you would go and tell Monsieur Maxence what has happened, and warn him to be on his guard.