- cet's brother, a professor of mathematics, who had
married a fortune of two hundred thousand francs, and was held up as a model of wisdom and a prodigy of virtue therefor.
The carriage arrived, and the party set out. Louis Bourcet regarded Fifi with an eye of extreme favor. She had never asserted herself, or contradicted any one, or said a dozen words consecutively, since she had been with Madame Bourcet; and she had a hundred thousand francs of her own.
Louis thought he could not have found a wife better suited to him if she had been made to order. As she was the granddaughter to the Pope's cousin, her experiences in the street of the Black Cat were evenly balanced by her other advantages.
As they jolted soberly along, Fifi's mind was busy with her provident scheme of guarding against banks. When they reached the bank—a large and imposing establishment—they were ushered into a private room, where sat several official-looking persons. A number of transfers were made in writing, the money was produced, counted, and placed in Fifi's tin box.
This ended that part of the formalities. Then the box was to be sealed up and placed in a strong
