“Iwillpayyouifyouwillshowmehowtodisinheritmysonwithoutinjuringmydaughter-in-lawortheboy。”saidoldSechard，andtheypartedforthwith。
“Howwellthe’tallCointet’knowsthefolkheisdealingwith！Itisjustashesaid；thosesevenhundredfrancswillpreventthefatherfrompayingseventhousand。”thelittlelawyerthoughtwithinhimselfasheclimbedthepathtoAngouleme。“Still，thatoldslybootsofapaper-makermustnotoverreachus；itistimetoaskhimforsomethingbesidespromises。”
“Well，Daviddear，whatdoyoumeantodo？“askedEve，whenthelawyerhadfollowedherfather-in-law。
“Marion，putyourbiggestpotonthefire！“calledDavid；“Ihavemysecretfast。”
AtthisEveputonherbonnetandshawlandwalkingshoeswithfeverishhaste。