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They had not thought that the pretty little girl in the corner was listening to their conversation. After Zenobie had left the room they went on with their talk. "But what if the son returns?" asked Mombleux. "Well, most of us want him back, for the old man's getting old," said Fabry; "but perhaps he's dead." "That might be," agreed Mombleux. "Talouel's so ambitious he'd stop at nothing.
"If you don't believe it," they were told, "you've only to look at Talouel's face and M. Vulfran's nephews." Yet there were some who would not believe that the exile would return. The old man had been too hard on him. He had not deserved to be sent away to India because he had made a few debts. His own family had cast him aside, so he had a little family of his own out in India.
It was Perrine now who felt like crying, but catching Talouel's glance, she stiffened. It was not until they had passed out of the yard that she betrayed her emotion. "Isn't Monsieur Vulfran kind?" she said. "Yes," replied Rosalie; "he would be all right if he were alone, but with Skinny he can't be; he hasn't the time and he has a lot to think about."
He sat huddled up in his big chair, his head drooped forward on his chest. He gave no sign of life. Perrine, terrified, wondered if he were dead. Then suddenly he pulled himself together and the tears began to run down his wrinkled cheeks. He brushed them aside quickly and touched the electric bell which communicated with Talouel's and his nephew's offices.
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