If you've a hoard of money hidden in some corner, he'll ease you of it nicely some day." Macquart was in a jesting mood, glowing with wild exultation.

The money he had in his pocket, the treachery he was preparing, the conviction that he had sold himself at a good price--all filled him with the self-satisfaction characteristic of vicious people who naturally became merry and scornful amidst their evil practices.

Of all his talk, however, aunt Dide only heard Silvere's name.
"Have you seen him ?" she asked, opening her lips at last.
"Who?
Silvere ?" Antoine replied.

"He was walking about among the insurgents with a tall red girl on his arm.

It will serve him right if he gets into trouble." The grandmother looked at him fixedly, then, in a solemn voice, inquired: "Why ?" "Eh! Why, he shouldn't be so stupid," resumed Macquart, feeling somewhat embarrassed.