That year, unfortunately, Davoine became a bankrupt. Though the
disaster had been foreseen, it was none the less a terrible blow for
the Chanteaus. They still had their three thousand francs a year
arising from their investments in stock; and all that they were able
to save from the wreck of the timber business, some twelve thousand
francs, was at once invested, so as to bring their total income up to
three hundred francs a month. In the second fortnight Madame Chanteau
was driven to take fifty francs of Pauline's money. The butcher from
Verchemont was waiting with his bill, and she could not send him away
without paying him. Then there were fifty francs wanted to pay for a
washing-machine, and ten more for potatoes, and even fifty sous for
fish. She came to the point of supplying the needs of Lazare and the
works in wretched little sums, which she doled out day by day. Towards
the end of each month she was often to be seen stealthily disappearing
and then coming back again with her hand in her pocket, from which she
reluctantly drew forth sou after sou, to make up the amount of a bill.
The habit quickly grew upon her, and she soon depended entirely upon
the contents of the drawer, helping herself to the money, whenever
occasion required, without any hesitation. When she opened the lid
of the secrétaire, however, that old piece of furniture would give a
slight creak which used to affect her unpleasantly. The stupid old
thing, she would say to herself. To think that during all those years
she had never been able to buy a decent desk! The poor old secrétaire,
which, when it had contained a fortune, had seemed to impart an air of
wealth and gaiety to the house, now only irritated her, and she looked
upon it as the abode of every evil, diffusing misfortune from every
chink.
One evening Pauline ran into the house from the yard, crying, 'The
baker's here! He says we owe him three days' bread, two francs and
eighty-five centimes.'
Madame Chanteau began to fumble in her pockets.
'I shall have to go upstairs,' she murmured.
'Stay here,' said the young girl carelessly. 'I will go for you.
Where's your money?'
'No, no, I'll go myself. You would never find it. It is put away.'
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