She saw her brother secure of forty thousand francs a year besides his pension, twelve thousand a year for Madame Thuillier and eighteen thousand a year for herself, besides the house they lived in, the rental of which she valued at eight thousand.
"We are worth quite as much as the Minards," she remarked.
"Don't chant victory before you win it," said Theodose.

"The right of redemption doesn't expire for another week.

I have attended to your affairs, but mine have gone terribly to pieces." "My dear child, you have friends," cried Brigitte; "if you should happen to want five hundred francs or so, you will always find them here." Theodose exchanged a smile with Thuillier, who hastened to carry him off, saying:-- "Excuse my poor sister; she sees the world through a small hole.

But if you should want twenty-five thousand francs I'll lend them to you--out of my first rents," he added.
"Thuillier," exclaimed Theodose, "the rope is round my neck.

Ever since I have been a barrister I have had notes of hand running.