“Yes；thepoorladyisterriblydistressed。Itispossibleshemaycometoseeyouthisevening，MonsieurMinoret。“
Ursulapressedhergodfather’shandunderthetable。
“Herson，“saidBongrand，“wasrathertoosimple-mindedtoliveinPariswithoutamentor。WhenIheardthatinquirieswerebeingmadehereaboutthepropertyoftheoldladyIfearedhewasdiscountingherdeath。“
“Isitpossibleyouthinkhimcapableofit？“saidUrsula，withsuchaterribleglanceatMonsieurBongrandthathesaidtohimselfrathersadly，“Alas！yes，sheloveshim。“
“Yesandno，“saidtheNemoursdoctor，replyingtoUrsula’squestion。