“Whereas a difference exists of eight hundred francs yearly between the price of board paid by the late Abbe Chapeloud and that at which the said Sophie Gamard agrees to take into her house, on the above-named stipulated condition, the said Francois Birotteau; and whereas it is understood that the undersigned Francois Birotteau is not able for some years to pay the full price charged to the other boarders of Mademoiselle Gamard, more especially the Abbe Troubert; the said Birotteau does hereby engage, in consideration of certain sums of money advanced by the undersigned Sophie Gamard, to leave her, as indemnity, all the household property of which he may die possessed, or to transfer the same to her should he, for any reason whatever or at any time, voluntarily give up the apartment now leased to him, and thus derive no further profit from the above-named engagements made by Mademoiselle Gamard for his benefit--” “Confound her! what an agreement!” cried the old gentleman. “The said Sophie Gamard is armed with claws.” Poor Birotteau never imagined in his childish brain that anything could ever separate him from that house where he expected to live and die with Mademoiselle Gamard. He had no remembrance whatever of that clause, the terms of which he had not discussed, for they had seemed quite just to him at a time when, in his great anxiety to enter the old maid’s house, he would readily have signed any and all legal documents she had offered him. His simplicity was so guileless and Mademoiselle Gamard’s conduct so atrocious, the fate of the poor old man seemed so deplorable, and his natural helplessness made him so touching, that in the first glow of her indignation Madame de Listomere exclaimed: “I made you put your signature to that document which has ruined you; I am bound to give you back the happiness of which I have deprived you.” “But,” remarked Monsieur de Bourbonne, “that deed constitutes a fraud; there may be ground for a lawsuit.” “Then Birotteau shall go to the law. If he loses at Tours he may win at Orleans; if he loses at Orleans, he’ll win in Paris,” cried the Baron de Listomere. “But if he does go to law,” continued Monsieur de Bourbonne, coldly, “I should advise him to resign his vicariat.” “We will consult lawyers,” said Madame de Listomere, “and go to law if law is best. But this affair is so disgraceful for Mademoiselle Gamard, and is likely to be so injurious to the Abbe Troubert, that I think we can compromise.”