You will have millions--" "Give us meanwhile the bread to eat," replied Marguerite.
"Bread?
is there no bread here ?" said Claes, with a frightened air.

"No bread in the house of a Claes! What has become of our property ?" "You have cut down the forest of Waignies.

The ground has not been cleared and is therefore unproductive.

As for your farms at Orchies, the rents scarcely suffice to pay the interest of the sums you have borrowed--" "Then what are we living on ?" he demanded.
Marguerite held up her needle and continued:-- "Gabriel's income helps us, but it is insufficient; I can make both ends meet at the close of the year if you do not overwhelm me with bills that I do not expect, for purchases you tell me nothing about.

When I think I have enough to meet my quarterly expenses some unexpected bill for potash, or zinc, or sulphur, is brought to me." "My dear child, have patience for six weeks; after that, I will be judicious.