“Very well, then, when it rains he may have the kitchen umbrella, for I will not give him a new silk one.”

Oreille utterly rebelled at such an idea.

“All right,” he said; “then I shall resign my post.  I am not going to the office with the kitchen umbrella.”

The friend interposed.

“Have this one re-covered; it will not cost much.”

But Mme. Oreille, being in the temper that she was, said: 

“It will cost at least eight francs to re-cover it.  Eight and eighteen are twenty-six.  Just fancy, twenty-six francs for an umbrella!  It is utter madness!”

The friend, who was only a poor man of the middle classes, had an inspiration: 

“Make your fire assurance pay for it.  The companies pay for all articles that are burned, as long as the damage has been done in your own house.”

On hearing this advice the little woman calmed down immediately, and then, after a moment’s reflection, she said to her husband: 

“To-morrow, before going to your office, you will go to the Maternelle Assurance Company, show them the state your umbrella is in, and make them pay for the damage.”

M. Oreille fairly jumped, he was so startled at the proposal.

“I would not do it for my life!  It is eighteen francs lost, that is all.  It will not ruin us.”

The next morning he took a walking-stick when he went out, and, luckily, it was a fine day.

Left at home alone, Mme. Oreille could not get over the loss of her eighteen francs by any means.  She had put the umbrella on the dining-room table, and she looked at it without being able to come to any determination.

Every moment she thought of the assurance company, but she did not dare to encounter the quizzical looks of the gentlemen who might receive her, for she was very timid before people, and blushed at a mere nothing, and was embarrassed when she had to speak to strangers.

But the regret at the loss of the eighteen francs pained her as if she had been wounded.  She tried not to think of it any more, and yet every moment the recollection of the loss struck her painfully.  What was she to do, however?  Time went on, and she could not decide; but suddenly, like all cowards, on making a resolve, she became determined.

“I will go, and we will see what will happen.”

But first of all she was obliged to prepare the umbrella so that the disaster might be complete, and the reason of it quite evident.  She took a match from the mantelpiece, and between the ribs she burned a hole as big as the palm of her hand; then she delicately rolled it up, fastened it with the elastic band, put on her bonnet and shawl, and went quickly toward the Rue de Rivoli, where the assurance office was.

But the nearer she got, the slower she walked.  What was she going to say, and what reply would she get?

She looked at the numbers of the houses; there were still twenty-eight.  That was all right, so she had time to consider, and she walked slower and slower.  Suddenly she saw a door on which was a large brass plate with “La Maternelle Fire Assurance Office” engraved on it.  Already!  She waited a moment, for she felt nervous and almost ashamed; then she walked past, came back, walked past again, and came back again.