It was not a clean dish-cloth; but he did not care.
"Frightened?
What of ?" said his wife.
"Burglars! Cut-throats!" said Firmin.
He told her of the fears of M.Gournay-Martin, and of his own appointment to the honourable and dangerous post of guard of the chateau.
"God save us!" said his wife.

"You lock the door of that beastly hall, and come into the kitchen.

Burglars won't bother about the kitchen." "But the master's treasures!" protested Firmin.

"He confided them to me.

He said so distinctly." "Let the master look after his treasures himself," said Madame Firmin, with decision.