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""Yes," said Caderousse. "Give me the pocket–book, La Carconte, and find a bag somewhere.""

"La Carconte went to a cupboard, and returned with an old leathern pocket–book and a bag. From the former she took some greasy letters, and put in their place the bank–notes, and from the bag took two or three crowns of six livres each, which, in all probability, formed the entire fortune of the miserable couple. "There," said Caderousse; "and now, although you have wronged us of perhaps 10,000 francs, will you have your supper with us? I invite you with good–will."—"Thank you," replied the jeweller, "it must be getting late, and I must return to Beaucaire—my wife will be getting uneasy." He drew out his watch, and exclaimed, "Morbleu, nearly nine o'clock—why, I shall not get back to Beaucaire before midnight! Good–night, my friends. If the Abbe Busoni should by any accident return, think of me."—"In another week you will have left Beaucaire." remarked Caderousse, "for the fair ends in a few days."—"True, but that makes no difference. Write to me at Paris, to M. Joannes, in the Palais Royal, arcade Pierre, No. 45. I will make the journey on purpose to see him, if it is worth while." At this moment there was a tremendous clap of thunder, accompanied by a flash of lightning so vivid, that it quite eclipsed the light of the lamp."

""See here," exclaimed Caderousse. "You cannot think of going out in such weather as this."—"Oh, I am not afraid of thunder," said the jeweller.—"And then there are robbers," said La Carconte. "The road is never very safe during fair time."—"Oh, as to the robbers," said Joannes, "here is something for them," and he drew from his pocket a pair of small pistols, loaded to the muzzle. "Here," said he, "are dogs who bark and bite at the same time, they are for the two first who shall have a longing for your diamond, Friend Caderousse.""

"Caderousse and his wife again interchanged a meaning look. It seemed as though they were both inspired at the same time with some horrible thought. "Well, then, a good journey to you," said Caderousse.—"Thanks," replied the jeweller. He then took his cane, which he had placed against an old cupboard, and went out. At the moment when he opened the door, such a gust of wind came in that the lamp was nearly extinguished. "Oh," said he, "this is very nice weather, and two leagues to go in such a storm."—"Remain," said Caderousse. "You can sleep here."—"Yes; do stay," added La Carconte in a tremulous voice; "we will take every care of you."—"No; I must sleep at Beaucaire. So, once more, good–night." Caderousse followed him slowly to the threshold. "I can see neither heaven nor earth," said the jeweller, who was outside the door. "Do I turn to the right, or to the left hand?"—"To the right," said Caderousse. "You cannot go wrong—the road is bordered by trees on both sides."—"Good—all right," said a voice almost lost in the distance. "Close the door," said La Carconte; "I do not like open doors when it thunders."—"Particularly when there is money in the house, eh?" answered Caderousse, double–locking the door."

"He came into the room, went to the cupboard, took out the bag and pocket–book, and both began, for the third time, to count their gold and bank–notes. I never saw such an expression of cupidity as the flickering lamp revealed in those two countenances. The woman, especially, was hideous; her usual feverish tremulousness was intensified, her countenance had become livid, and her eyes resembled burning coals. "Why," she inquired in a hoarse voice, "did you invite him to sleep here to–night?"—"Why?" said Caderousse with a shudder; "why, that he might not have the trouble of returning to Beaucaire."—"Ah," responded the woman, with an expression impossible to describe; "I thought it was for something else."—"Woman, woman—why do you have such ideas?" cried Caderousse; "or, if you have them, why don't you keep them to yourself?"—"Well," said La Carconte, after a moment's pause, "you are not a man."—"What do you mean?" added Caderousse.—"If you had been a man, you would not have