Who can tell?
Perhaps our arm chair belonged to an emigrant nobleman, and besides, it is so hard that the idea has often occurred to me that it must be stuffed with metal.

Will you dissect it ?" "This is mere comedy," replied Rodolphe, in a tone in which severity was mingled with indulgence.
Suddenly Marcel, who had gone on rummaging in every corner of the studio, uttered a loud cry of triumph.
"We are saved!" he exclaimed.

"I was sure that there was money here.
Behold!" and he showed Rodolphe a coin as large as a crown piece, and half eaten away by rust and verdigris.
It was a Carlovingian coin of some artistic value.

The legend, happily intact, showed the date of Charlemagne's reign.
"That, that's worth thirty sous," said Rodolphe, with a contemptuous glance at his friend's find.
"Thirty sous well employed will go a great way," replied Marcel.

"With twelve hundred men Bonaparte made ten thousand Austrians lay down their arms.