"_Halte la_! Now you are contradicting, and that is another bad habit, particularly for a woman. But nobody knows when they are well off in these days. I often say to my friends: 'There is Madame Didier, she lives in that nice airy attic of ours; she has no one to think of but herself, no cares, no responsibilities; she ought to be as happy as a bird.' Look at me, I entreat you; what a contrast! At everybody's beck and call, cooped up in a draughty little den, making shoes with a thousand interruptions. I ask you what sort of a life is that for a man of my stamp? If you were to try it for a week, you'd find out whether you were not a lucky woman! But, there, as I said before, nobody ever knows when they are well off--not even widows. I say all this because I take a real interest in you." "I know you do, M. Plon, if only for the sake of my poor husband," said Marie demurely. To say the truth she was often in a state of uncomfortable doubt as to whether M. Plon's interest might not be going to take a warmer form, in which case it might be more difficult than ever for Jean to forget that he was no longer in the land of the living. "But I must say I don't think you are the best of managers," said M. Plon with a magisterial sweep of his hand which took in all the poor surroundings. "With your earnings you might do better than you do, Madame Didier. One mouth to feed, one person to dress--" "There is Perine," faltered poor Marie. "Yes, there is Perine, and it is true those imbeciles have appetites like wolves. Still--well, well, you must not suppose that I am blaming you; on the contrary, it might surprise you to hear--" M. Plon was edging his chair a little nearer to Madame Didier, and she thought it was time to interrupt his explanation, so she said briskly: "Ah, by the way, what news is there to-day in _Le Petit Journal?_" "There is the great robbery." "The great robbery! Where?" "In the Rue Vivienne. The paper is full of it--jewellery, diamonds, plate, treasures of all kinds carried off, chest and all, that's the wonderful part of it, for a chest is not a thing to hide in your pocket." "And have they no clue?" asked Marie, much interested. "Not yet, but there must have been a cart or a cab, or some vehicle in the affair. It is clear enough that this belongs to the _haute pegre_, none of your common burglars would have attempted such a daring stroke; and I would lay a wager, too, that they're not so far off from here, if they're in Paris, that is. I shall keep a sharp look-out, for the reward is fabulous." "Really!" said Madame Didier with a sigh. "One would suppose you wanted it yourself," said Plon angrily. "Now what possible good could it do to you? It is extraordinary that people--women especially--can't be contented, but must always be wishing for what they haven't got." "I was only thinking," Marie answered apologetically.