“It is too late.”
“But if I brought you several thousand francs—a quarter of the sum—a third—perhaps the whole?”
“No; it’s no use!”
And he pushed her gently towards the staircase.
“I implore you, Monsieur Lheureux, just a few days more!” She was sobbing.
“There! tears now!”
“You are driving me to despair!”
“What do I care?” said he, shutting the door.