Her every word cut him to the heart so sharply that he felt he should die.
She did not so much as notice his suffering and continued delightedly to revenge herself on him for the annoyance of the morning.
"It's like your brother; he's another pretty Johnny, he is! He promised me two hundred francs.

Oh, dear me; yes, I can wait for 'em.

It isn't his money I care for! I've not got enough to pay for hair oil.

Yes, he's leaving me in a jolly fix! Look here, d'you want to know how matters stand?
Here goes then: it's all owing to your brother that I'm going out to earn twenty-five louis with another man." At these words his head spun, and he barred her egress.

He cried; he besought her not to go, clasping his hands together and blurting out: "Oh no! Oh no!" "I want to, I do," she said.