Part 133 (1/2)
”That is good.”
”No; it is not good. What will you do after that?”
”Whatever is necessary. Anything honest, that is to say.”
”Do you know English?”
”No.”
”Do you know German?”
”No.”
”So much the worse.”
”Why?”
”Because one of my friends, a publisher, is getting up a sort of an encyclopaedia, for which you might have translated English or German articles. It is badly paid work, but one can live by it.”
”I will learn English and German.”
”And in the meanwhile?”
”In the meanwhile I will live on my clothes and my watch.”
The clothes-dealer was sent for. He paid twenty francs for the cast-off garments. They went to the watchmaker's. He bought the watch for forty-five francs.
”That is not bad,” said Marius to Courfeyrac, on their return to the hotel, ”with my fifteen francs, that makes eighty.”
”And the hotel bill?” observed Courfeyrac.
”h.e.l.lo, I had forgotten that,” said Marius.
The landlord presented his bill, which had to be paid on the spot. It amounted to seventy francs.
”I have ten francs left,” said Marius.
”The deuce,” exclaimed Courfeyrac, ”you will eat up five francs while you are learning English, and five while learning German. That will be swallowing a tongue very fast, or a hundred sous very slowly.”
In the meantime Aunt Gillenormand, a rather good-hearted person at bottom in difficulties, had finally hunted up Marius' abode.
One morning, on his return from the law-school, Marius found a letter from his aunt, and the sixty pistoles, that is to say, six hundred francs in gold, in a sealed box.
Marius sent back the thirty louis to his aunt, with a respectful letter, in which he stated that he had sufficient means of subsistence and that he should be able thenceforth to supply all his needs. At that moment, he had three francs left.
His aunt did not inform his grandfather of this refusal for fear of exasperating him. Besides, had he not said: ”Let me never hear the name of that blood-drinker again!”
Marius left the hotel de la Porte Saint-Jacques, as he did not wish to run in debt there.