Talouel had established his power in the house by these two words, "I suppose." His aim was to persuade his chief that he was so devoted to his interests that he was able to foresee every wish that he might have. So he usually began with these words, "I suppose that you want...." He had the subtlety of the peasant, always on the alert, and his quality for spying made him stop at nothing to get the information he desired. M. Vulfran usually made the same reply when Talouel had "supposed" something. "Exactly," the blind man would say. "And I suppose you find," continued Talouel, as he helped his employer to get down, "that the one who has replaced him deserves your trust?" "Exactly," said the blind man again. "I'm not astonished," added the crafty Talouel. "The day when Rosalie brought her here I thought there was something in her, and I was sure you would soon find that out." As he spoke he looked at Perrine, and his look plainly said: "You see what I've done for you. Don't forget it, and be ready to do me a service." A demand of payment on this order was not long in coming. A little later, stopping before the door of the office in which Perrine sat, he said in a low voice from the doorway: "Tell me what happened with William." Perrine thought that if she frankly replied to his question she would not be revealing any serious matter, so she related exactly what had occurred. "Ah, good," he said, more at ease. "Now, if he should come to me and ask to be taken back I'll settle with him." Later on Fabry and Mombleux put the same question to her, for everyone now knew that little Perrine had had to drive the chief home because his coachman had been too drunk to hold the reins. "It's a miracle that he hasn't upset the boss a dozen times," said Fabry, "for he drives like a crazy creature when he's drunk. He should have been sent off long ago." "Yes, and he would have been," said Mombleux, smiling, "if certain ones who wanted his help had not done all they could to keep him." Perrine became all attention. "They'll make a face when they see that he's gone, but I'll give William his due: he didn't know that he was spying." They were silent while Zenobie came in to change the plates. They had not thought that the pretty little girl in the corner was listening to their conversation. After Zenobie had left the room they went on with their talk. "But what if the son returns?" asked Mombleux. "Well, most of us want him back, for the old man's getting old," said Fabry; "but perhaps he's dead." "That might be," agreed Mombleux. "Talouel's so ambitious he'd stop at nothing. He wants to own the place, and he'll get it if he can." "Yes, and who knows? Maybe he had a hand in keeping M. Edmond away. Neither of us were here at the time, but you might be sure that Talouel would work out things to his own interests." "I hadn't thought of that."