Conscience -- Volume 1

he was not simple enough not to know that in refu

dertakes to manage my affairs, and in such a way that some day I shall

ast, some time was gained, and when Jardine found that he was not disposed to let himself be slaughtered, he

e work through which he would attain it. And now he must act the part of a diplomat, submitting to craftiness and rogueries that were not at all in accord with his open natu

t would he do, when th

ing, and as he passed before the concierge's lodg

in a moment,

aited for his return; and, although he did not feel like listening p

with a running handwriting. "This" was the beginning of the fire of which Caffie had spoken. W

words to 'monchieur le do

you re

o gave it to me, and he told me what

his concierge! T

told you," he r

glad for you and for me. Y

it t

twice already, but I h

umiliated, and could only answer stupidly. Taking the bill that the c

you did too much. You ruin yourself. Give up your apartment, and take the one opposite that costs less than half, and you will get on. You will not be obliged to leave this quarter. Wha

ave the money I

a pro

omise

you ver

w, it would suit me. I a

the gas-bill for

el returned to Caffie, who was jus

. "Just now I am going to dinner. Do not worry. To-morrow I w

ake it, keeping only five francs for himself, and with the few sous left he could not go to a resttaurant, not even the

ics, depilatories, elixirs, dyes, essences, oils, creams, soaps, pomades, toothpowders, rouges, and also all the chemists' specialties, to which their inventors wished to give an authority that the public, which believes itself acute, refused to the simple advertisement on the last page. With his ambition and the career before him, he would never have consented to carry on this co

orrespondence, no matter how he recommended them, whether in answer to letters that were reall

magazine had sent him, when the doorbell rang. Perhaps it was a patient, the goo

l man, who cam

am near you," Saniel said. "I

ay a large bill tomorrow, and I cou

no mon

but a few of the many letters when his bell rang again. This time he would not ope

t afflicted with a cyst or a tumor that he would take to a fashionable surgeon, who would divide with him

ring over his vest the wine-merchant's apron of coarse black cloth. In fact, it was the wine merchant from the corner,

place, and it was only by threatening to put him out of the door that Saniel got rid o

turned to

r tightly, or his servant was entering with his key. What did he want? He did not employ him all da

d see who it was, there

t, with a blank a

the matte

ould find you,

hy

ing courage, he said volubl

ifteenth, because there is need of money at my house; if there was not n

ow

er a month ago; I am quite sure it is not

the

he wardrobe in the hall, an

orning," he said, as he put his key on the

I shall not

evenin

ied away as qui

f the chimney, the curtains at the windows lost in shadow, and all the furniture which for four years had cost him so many efforts. He had long been the prisoner of this Louis XIV camlet, and he was now going to be executed. A beautiful affair, truly, brilliant and able! All

t, he would not open it. After a moment a slight tap was he

w herself in

am so glad to f