I have already told you how fretful sick men can be, always complaining if just for a minute one distracts oneself by looking out of the window.
But there! One can do nothing to please them.

Yet how right I was to raise the blind and look out of the window! For if I had obeyed my husband I might have lost four thousand francs.

And four thousand francs are not to be sneezed at by a poor woman whose husband lies in bed.
"I saw the carriage stop at Mme.

Rossignol's house.

Almost at once the house door was opened by the old servant, although the hall of the house and all the windows in the front were dark.