'Ruined,' he replied, 'you are ruined by your sinister husband.' Casimir observed the consequent embrace through his eyeglass; then he turned to Jean-Marie.

'You hear ?' he said.

'They are ruined; no more pickings, no more house, no more fat cutlets.

It strikes me, my friend, that you had best be packing; the present speculation is about worked out.' And he nodded to him meaningly.
'Never!' cried Desprez, springing up.

'Jean-Marie, if you prefer to leave me, now that I am poor, you can go; you shall receive your hundred francs, if so much remains to me.