The man was a messenger of the Bank of France. He replied to Rodolphe's request by holding before his eyes a small strip of paper covered with writing and figures in various colored inks. "You want a receipt," said Rodolphe. "That is right. Pass me the pen and ink. There, on the table." "No, I have come to take money," replied the messenger. "An acceptance for a hundred and fifty francs. It is the 15th of April." "Ah!" observed Rodolphe, examining the acceptance. "Pay to the order of---- Birmann. It is my tailor. Alas," he added, in melancholy tones casting his eyes alternately upon a frock coat thrown on the bed and upon the acceptance, "causes depart but effects return. What, it is the 15th of April? It is extraordinary, I have not yet had any strawberries this year." The messenger, weary of delay, left the room, saying to Rodolphe, "You have till four o'clock to pay." "There is no time like the present," replied Rodolphe. "The humbug," he added regretfully, following the cocked hat with his eyes, "he has taken away his bag." Rodolphe drew the curtains of his bed and tried to retrace the path to his inheritance, but he made a mistake on the road and proudly entered into a dream in which the manager of the Theatre Francais came hat in hand to ask him for a drama for his theater, and in which he, aware of the customary practice, asked for an advance. But at the very moment when the manager appeared to be willing to comply the sleeper was again half awakened by the entry of a fresh personage, another creature of the 15th. It was Monsieur Benoit, landlord of the lodging house in which Rodolphe was residing. Monsieur Benoit was at once the landlord, the bootmaker and the money lender of his lodgers. On this morning he exhaled a frightful odor of bad brandy and overdue rent. He carried an empty bag in his hand. "The deuce," thought Rodolphe, "this is not the manager of the Theater Francais, he would have a white cravat and the bag would be full." "Good morning, Monsieur Rodolphe," said Monsieur Benoit, approaching the bed. "Monsieur Benoit! Good morning. What has given me the pleasure of this visit?" "I have come to remind you that it is the 15th of April." "Already! How time flies, it is extraordinary, I must see about buying a pair of summer trousers. The 15th of April. Good heavens! I should never have thought of it but for you, Monsieur Benoit. What gratitude I owe you for this!" "You also owe me a hundred and sixty-two francs," replied Monsieur Benoit, "and it is time this little account was settled." "I am not in any absolute hurry--do not put yourself out, Monsieur Benoit. I will give you time." "But," said the landlord, "you have already put me off several times." "In that case let us come to a settlement, Monsieur Benoit, let us come to a settlement, it is all the same to me today as tomorrow. Besides we are all mortal. Let us come to a settlement."