Afterinspectingthesickman，shewent，atfullspeed，toconsultCerizet，tellinghim，inthefirstplace，howshehadfoundherdaughter，andthenthereasonsandindicationswhichmadeherthinkthatheruncleToupillierwashoardingapileofgoldinhismattress。
MereCardinaldidnotfeelherselfstrongenoughtoseizeupontheproperty，legallyorillegally，andshethereforecametoconfideinCerizetandgethisadvice。
So，then，thebankerofthepoor，likeotherscavengers，had，atlast，founddiamondsintheslimeinwhichhehadpaddledforthelastfouryears，beingalwaysonthewatchforsomesuchchance，——achance，theysay，occasionallymetwithinthepurlieus，whichgivebirthtoheiressesinsabots。ThiswasthesecretofhisunexpectedgentlenesstolaPeyrade，themanwhoseruinhehadvowed。ItiseasytoimaginetheanxietywithwhichheawaitedthereturnofMadameCardinal，towhomthiswilyschemerofnefariousplotshadgivenmeanstoverifyhersuspicionsastotheexistenceofthehoardedtreasure，promisinghercompletesuccessifshewouldtrusthimtoobtainforhersorichaharvest。Hewasnotthemantoshrinkfromacrime，aboveall，whenhesawthatotherscouldcommitit，whileheobtainedthebenefits。
\"Well，monsieur，\"criedthefishwife，enteringCerizet’sdenwithafaceasmuchinflamedbycupidityasbythehasteofhermovements，\"myunclesleepsonmorethanahundredthousandfrancsingold，andI
amcertainthatthosePerraches，bydintofnursinghim，havesmelttherat。\"