we'll see about it!" cried George. "And you will get out of here
at once. Take yourself off--I will have no more to do with you. Good
evening."
"No, George," protested his mother, "don't lose control of yourself."
And then, with a great effort at calmness, "That cannot be serious,
nurse! Answer me."
"I would rather go off right away to my home, and only have my five
hundred francs."
"WHAT?" cried George, in consternation.
"What's that you are telling me?" exclaimed Madame Dupont.
"Five hundred francs?" repeated her son.
"What five hundred francs?" echoed the mother.
"The five hundred francs you promised me," said the nurse.
"We have promised you five hundred francs? WE?"
"Yes."
"When the child should be weaned, and if we should be satisfied with
you! That was our promise."
"No. You said you would give them to me when I was leaving. Now I am
leaving, and I want them."
Madame Dupont drew herself up, haughtily. "In the first place," she
said, "kindly oblige me by speaking to me in another tone; do you
understand?"
The woman answered, "You have nothing to do but give me my money, and I
will say nothing more."
George went almost beside himself with rage at this. "Oh, it's like
that?" he shouted. "Very well; I'll show you!" And he sprang to the door
and opened it.
But the nurse never budged. "Give me my five hundred francs!" she said.
George seized her by the arm and shoved her toward the door. "You clear
out of here, do you understand me? And as quickly as you can!"
The woman shook her arm loose, and sneered into his face. "Come now,
you--you can talk to me a little more politely, eh?"
"Will you go?" shouted George, completely beside himself. "Will you go,
or must I go out and look for a policeman?"
"A policeman!" demanded the woman. "For what?"
"To put you outside! You are behaving yourself like a thief."
"A thief? I? What do you mean?"
"I mean that you are demanding money which doesn't belong to you."
"More than that," broke in Madame Dupont, "you are destroying that poor
little baby! You are a wicked woman!"
"I will put you out myself!" shouted George, and seized her by the arm
again.
"Oh, it's like that, is it?" retorted the nurse. "Then you really want
me to tell you why I am going away?"
"Yes, tell me!" cried he.
His mother added, "Yes, yes!"
She would have spoken differently had she chanced to look behind her and
seen Henriette, who at that moment appe
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