The rattle of the gold upon the ground was horrible, the scattering of it prophetic.
"I could not be mistaken," said Balthazar, sitting down; "I heard the sound of gold." He was not less agitated than the young people, whose hearts were beating so in unison that their throbs might be heard, like the ticking of a clock, amid the profound silence which suddenly settled on the parlor.
"Thank you, Monsieur de Solis," said Marguerite, giving Emmanuel a glance which meant, "Come to my rescue and help me to save this money." "What gold is this ?" resumed Balthazar, casting at Marguerite and Emmanuel a glance of terrible clear-sightedness.
"This gold belongs to Monsieur de Solis, who is kind enough to lend it to me that I may pay our debts honorably," she answered.
Emmanuel colored and turned as though to leave the room: Balthazar caught him by the arm.
"Monsieur," he said, "you must not escape my thanks." "Monsieur, you owe me none.

This money belongs to Mademoiselle Marguerite, who borrows it from me on the security of her own property," Emmanuel replied, looking at his mistress, who thanked him with an almost imperceptible movement of her eyelids.
"I shall not allow that," said Claes, taking a pen and a sheet of paper from the table where Felicie did her writing, and turning to the astonished young people.

"How much is it ?" His eager passion made him more astute than the wiliest of rascally bailiffs: the sum was to be his.

Marguerite and Monsieur de Solis hesitated.
"Let us count it," he said.
"There are six thousand ducats," said Emmanuel.
"Seventy thousand francs," remarked Claes.
The glance which Marguerite threw at her lover gave him courage.
"Monsieur," he said, "your note bears no value; pardon this purely technical term.

I have to-day lent Mademoiselle Claes one hundred thousand francs to redeem your notes of hand which you had no means of paying: you are therefore unable to give me any security.