Perhaps monsieur knows young Phellion, a professor in the College of Saint-Louis; he was one of his scholars, and he comes to see him very often." "Then," said la Peyrade, "your master is a mathematician ?" "Yes, monsieur; mathematics have been his bane; they have flung him into a set of ideas which don't seem to have any common-sense in them ever since he has been employed at the Observatory, near here." "Well," said la Peyrade, "you must bring testimony proving your long devotion to this old man, and I will then draw up a memorial to the Academy and take the necessary steps to present it." "How good monsieur is!" said the pious woman, clasping her hands; "and if he would also let me tell him of a little difficulty--" "What is it ?" "They tell me, monsieur, that to get this prize persons must be really very poor." "Not exactly; still, the Academy does endeavor to choose whose who are in straitened circumstances, and who have made sacrifices too heavy for their means." "Sacrifices! I think I may indeed say I have made sacrifices, for the little property I inherited from my parents has all been spent in keeping the old man, and for fifteen years I have had no wages, which, at three hundred francs a year and compound interest, amount now to a pretty little sum; as monsieur, I am sure, will agree." At the words "compound interest," which evidenced a certain amount of financial culture, la Peyrade looked at this Antigone with increased attention.
"In short," he said, "your difficulty is--" "Monsieur will not think it strange," replied the saintly person, "that a very rich uncle dying in England, who had never done anything for his family in his lifetime, should have left me twenty-five thousand francs." "Certainly," said the barrister, "there's nothing in that but what is perfectly natural and proper." "But, monsieur, I have been told that the possession of this money will prevent the judges from considering my claims to the prize." "Possibly; because seeing you in possession of a little competence, the sacrifices which you apparently intend to continue in favor of your master will be less meritorious." "I shall never abandon him, poor, dear man, in spite of his faults, though I know that this poor little legacy which Heaven has given me is in the greatest danger from him." "How so ?" asked la Peyrade, with some curiosity.
"Eh! monsieur, let him only get wind of that money, and he'd snap it up at a mouthful; it would all go into his inventions of perpetual motion and other machines of various kinds which have already ruined him, and me, too." "Then," said la Peyrade, "your desire is that this legacy should remain completely unknown, not only to your master but to the judges of the Academy ?" "How clever monsieur is, and how well he understands things!" she replied, smiling.
"And also," continued the barrister, "you don't want to keep that money openly in your possession ?" "For fear my master should find it out and get it away from me?
Exactly.
Besides, as monsieur will understand, I shouldn't be sorry, in order to supply the poor dear man with extra comforts, that the sum should bear interest." "And the highest possible interest," said the barrister.
"Oh! as for that, monsieur, five or six per cent." "Very good; then it is not only about the memorial to the Academy for the prize of virtue, but also about an investment of your legacy that you have so long been desirous of consulting me ?" "Monsieur is so kind, so charitable, so encouraging!" "The memorial, after I have made a few inquiries, will be easy enough; but an investment, offering good security, the secret of which you desire to keep, is much less readily obtained." "Ah! if I dared to--" said the pious woman, humbly.
"What ?" asked la Peyrade.
"Monsieur understands me ?" "I?
not the least in the world." "And yet I prayed earnestly just now that monsieur might be willing to keep this money for me.

I should feel such confidence if it were in his hands; I know he would return it to me, and never speak of it." La Peyrade gathered, at this instant, the fruit of his comedy of legal devotion to the necessitous classes.

The choir of porters chanting his praises to the skies could alone have inspired this servant-woman with the boundless confidence of which he found himself the object.

His thoughts reverted instantly to Dutocq and his notes, and he was not far from thinking that this woman had been sent to him by Providence.
But the more he was inclined to profit by this chance to win his independence, the more he felt the necessity of seeming to yield only to her importunity; consequently his objections were many.
Moreover, he had no great belief in the character of his client, and did not care, as the common saying is, to uncover Saint Peter to cover Saint Paul; in other words, to substitute for a creditor who, after all, was his accomplice, a woman who might at any time become exacting and insist in repayment in some public manner that would injure his reputation.

He decided, therefore, to play the game with a high hand.
"My good woman," he said, "I am not in want of money, and I am not rich enough to pay interest on twenty-five thousand francs for which I have no use.