"Bordenave here is giving ten thousand francs in order to get you to give up your part." She grew tremulous with anger and very pale, and she clenched her little fists.

For some moments she stared at him, her whole nature in revolt.
Ordinarily in matters of business she was wont to trust everything obediently to her husband, leaving him to sign agreements with managers and lovers.

Now she could but cry: "Oh, come, you're too base for anything!" The words fell like a lash.

Then she sped away, and Mignon, in utter astonishment, ran after her.

What next?
Was she going mad?
He began explaining to her in low tones that ten thousand francs from one party and fifteen thousand from the other came to twenty-five thousand.