of a subject?" asked Welters. He spoke calmly now, but it was not hard to discern his great excitement.
"I quarrel, sir, with nobody except quarrellers," answered the Frenchman impatiently.
"Well, then" began Wetter.
"I think you forget my presence," I said coldly, "and this lady's also." I waved, my hand toward Coralie. She lay back in her chair, smiling and holding an unlighted cigarette between her fingers.
"I forget, sire, neither your presence nor your due," said Wetter. With that he took a pocket-book from his pocket and flung it on the table before me. "There is my debt," he said.
I sat back in my chair and did not move.
"You choose a strange time for business," I observed. "Vohrenlorf, see what is in this pocket-book."
Vohrenlorf examined it, then he came and whispered in my ear, "Notes for 90,000 marks." It was the amount Wetter owed me with accrued interest. I was amazed. He could not have raised the money except at a most extravagant rate. I made no remark, but I knew that he had risked ruin by this repayment, and I knew well why he had made it. He would not have me for creditor as well as for king and rival.
Varvilliers burst out laughing.
"Upon my word," said he, "these gentlemen of the Chamber can think of nothing but money. Don't you wonder at them, mademoiselle?"
"Money is good to think of," said Coralie reflectively.
"An admirable candour, isn't it, sire?" he said, turning to me and pointing to Coralie.
