More than that, monsieur, he owns the little house alongside; you see the double door from here.

Well, he can go out that way and receive his company too, and we know nothing about it.

Our owner doesn't know anything more than we do; when people ring at that door, Monsieur Bruneau goes and opens it." "Then you didn't see the gentleman who is talking with him in the garden go by this way ?" "Bless me! no, that I didn't!" "Ah!" thought Cerizet as he got into the cabriolet, "she must be the daughter of that uncle of Theodose.

I wonder if du Portail can be the secret benefactor who sent money from time to time to that rascal?
Suppose I send an anonymous letter to the old fellow, warning him of the danger the barrister runs from those notes for twenty-five thousand francs ?" An hour later the cot-bed had arrived for Madame Cardinal, to whom the inquisitive portress offered her services to bring her something to eat.
"Do you want to see the rector ?" Madame Cardinal inquired of her uncle.
She had noticed that the arrival of the bed seemed to draw him from his somnolence.
"I want wine!" replied the pauper.
"How do you feel now, Pere Toupillier ?" asked Madame Perrache, in a coaxing voice.
"I tell you I want wine," repeated the old man, with an energetic insistence scarcely to be expected of his feebleness.
"We must first find out if it is good for you, uncle," said Madame Cardinal, soothingly.

"Wait till the doctor comes." "Doctor! I won't have a doctor!" cried Toupillier; "and you, what are you doing here?
I don't want anybody." "My good uncle, I came to know if you'd like something tasty.