If you try to prejudice me by making out that I have lived by my wits--how do your lawyers live--your politicians--your intriguers--your men of the Exchange ?' He kept his small smooth hand in constant requisition, as if it were a witness to his gentility that had often done him good service before.
'Two years ago I came to Marseilles.

I admit that I was poor; I had been ill.

When your lawyers, your politicians, your intriguers, your men of the Exchange fall ill, and have not scraped money together, they become poor.

I put up at the Cross of Gold,--kept then by Monsieur Henri Barronneau--sixty-five at least, and in a failing state of health.

I had lived in the house some four months when Monsieur Henri Barronneau had the misfortune to die;--at any rate, not a rare misfortune, that.