building was at least four hundred thousand.  As the whole interior is still unfinished, the value of what is still to do is easily appraised; it will probably not be more than fifty thousand francs.  Now, owing to its excellent position, this house, when finished, will certainly bring in a rental, over and above the taxes, of forty thousand francs a year.  It is built of freestone, the corners and copings of cut granite; the facade is covered with handsome carvings, on which they spent more than twenty thousand francs; the windows are plate glass with a new style of fastening called ‘cremona.’”

“Well, where is the difficulty?”

“Just here:  the notary wants to reserve to himself this bit of the cake he is forced to surrender; he is, under the name of a friend, the creditor who requests the sale of the property by the assignee of the bankruptcy.  The case has not been brought into court; for legal proceedings cost so much money.  The sale is to be made by voluntary agreement.  Now, this notary has applied to one of my clients to lend him his name for this purchase.  My client, a poor devil, says to me:  ‘There’s a fortune to made out of that house by fooling the notary.’”

“And they do that sort of thing in business!” said Brigitte, quickly.

“If that were the only difficulty,” continued Theodose, “it would be, as a friend of mine said to his pupil, who was complaining of the length of time it took to produce masterpieces in painting:  ’My dear young fellow, if it were not so, our valets would be painting pictures.’  But, mademoiselle, if we now get the better of this notary, who certainly deserves it, for he has compromised a number of private fortunes, yet, as he is a very shrewd man (though a notary), it might perhaps be very difficult to do it a second time, and here’s the rub:  When a piece of landed property is bought at a forced sale, if those who have lent money on that property see that is likely to be sold so low as not to cover the sum loaned upon it, they have the right, until the expiration of a certain time, to bid it in; that is, to offer more and keep the property in their own hands.  If this trickster can’t be hoodwinked as to the sale being a bona fide one until the time when his right to buy it expires, some other scheme must be resorted to.  Now, is this business strictly legal?  Am I justified in doing it for the benefit of a family I seek to enter?  That is the question I have been revolving in my mind for the last three days.”

Brigitte, we must acknowledge, hesitated, and Theodose then brought forward his last card:—­

“Take the night to think of it,” he said, “to-morrow we will talk it over.”

“My young friend,” said Brigitte, looking at the lawyer with an almost loving air, “the first thing to be done is to see the house.  Where is it?”

“Near the Madeleine.  That will be the heart of Paris in ten years.  All that property has been desirable since 1819; the banker Du Tillet’s fortune was derived from property about there.  The famous failure of Maitre Roquin, which carried terror to all Paris, and did such harm to the confidence given to the notariat, was also caused by it; they went into heavy speculations on that land too soon; they should have waited until now.”