Besides, if the latter were secured, what hindered their returning to the idea of a will?
Resolving, therefore, to confine the _operation_ to the simplest terms at first, Cerizet summed them up in the manoeuvre of the poppy-heads, already mentioned, and he was making his way back to Toupillier's abode, armed with that single weapon of war, intending to give Madame Cardinal further instructions, when he met her, bearing on her arm the basket she had just bought; and in that basket was the sick man's panacea.
"Upon my word!" cried the usurer, "is this the way you keep your watch ?" "I had to go out and buy him wine," replied the Cardinal; "he is howling like a soul in hell that he wants to be at peace, and to be let alone, and get his wine! It is his one idea that Roussillon is good for his disease.

Well, when he has drunk it, I dare say he will be quieter." "You are right," said Cerizet, sententiously; "never contradict a sick man.

But this wine, you know, ought to be improved; by infusing these" (and lifting one of the covers of the basket he slipped in the poppies) "you'll procure the poor man a good, long sleep,--five or six hours at least.

This evening I'll come and see you, and nothing, I think, need prevent us from examining a little closer those matters of inheritance." "I see," said Madame Cardinal, winking.
"To-night, then," said Cerizet, not wishing to prolong the conversation.
He had a strong sense of the difficulty and danger of the affair, and was very reluctant to be seen in the street conversing with his accomplice.
Returning to her uncle's garret, Madame Cardinal found him still in a state of semi-torpor; she relieved Madame Perrache, and bade her good-bye, going to the door to receive a supply of wood, all sawed, which she had ordered from the Auvergnat in the rue Ferou.
Into an earthen pot, which she had bought of the right size to fit upon the hole in the stoves of the poor where they put their soup-kettles, she now threw the poppies, pouring over them two-thirds of the wine she had brought back with her.

Then she lighted a fire beneath the pot, intending to obtain the decoction agreed upon as quickly as possible.
The crackling of the wood and the heat, which soon spread about the room, brought Toupillier out of his stupor.