"If you were rich, I should do the same by you; only, before taking what I wanted, I should ask you if it were convenient." "It is very humiliating to ask," remarked Philippe; "I would rather see you taking as I do, without a word; it shows more confidence.

In the army, if a comrade dies, and has a good pair of boots, and you have a bad pair, you change, that's all." "Yes, but you don't take them while he is living." "Oh, what meanness!" said Philippe, shrugging his shoulders.

"Well, so you haven't got any money ?" "No," said Joseph, who was determined not to show his hiding-place.
"In a few days we shall be rich," said Madame Descoings.
"Yes, you; you think your trey is going to turn up on the 25th at the Paris drawing.

You must have put in a fine stake if you think you can make us all rich." "A paid-up trey of two hundred francs will give three millions, without counting the couplets and the singles." "At fifteen thousand times the stake--yes, you are right; it is just two hundred you must pay up!" cried Philippe.
Madame Descoings bit her lips; she knew she had spoken imprudently.

In fact, Philippe was asking himself as he went downstairs:-- "That old witch! where does she keep her money?
It is as good as lost; I can make a better use of it.