francs to furnish a flat for herself and her sister."
"Well, why not?"
"Why, we don't lend money, of course. It's against all our principles. We give work, or relief in kind—that's what I'm telling her."
"I see. Could I give it to her?"
"What—all that money? Certainly not. You don't know them!"
Troy shook hands and went out into the street to wait for Mme. Gantier; and when she came he told her who he was. She cried and shook a great deal, and he called a cab and drove her home to the poor lodging where she and her sister lived. The sister had become weak-minded, and the room was dirty and untidy, because, as Mme. Gantier explained, her lameness prevented her from keeping it clean, and they could not afford a charwoman. The pictures of the four
