“TheysayyouestimatedthemtoMonsieurHochonatonehundredandfiftythousandfrancs，“saidFlore；“isthattrue？“
“Yes，“saidthepainter，withchildlikehonesty。
“Anddidyouintend，“saidFloretotheoldman，“togiveahundredandfiftythousandfrancstoyournephew？“
“Never，never！“criedJean-Jacques，onwhomFlorehadfixedhereye。
“Thereisonewaytosettleallthis，“saidthepainter，“andthatistoreturnthemtoyou，uncle。“