It was not for me of course to make the domestics tattle, and I never said a word to Miss bordereau's cook.
Most dead of all did poor Miss bordereau appear, and yet she alone had survived.
This did not prevent the scene from being very comme il faut, as Miss bordereau had called it the first time I saw her.
"I suppose you know you can sell them—those you don't use," Miss bordereau went on.
"I can't imagine why she doesn't come down," I added, for Miss bordereau's benefit.
Miss bordereau demanded before I had time to answer this appeal.
"He must have known that he wrote the bordereau," he replied.
He seemed astonished that I did not know what a bordereau was.
Miss bordereau went on, addressing herself to me: "And what time will you come tomorrow with the money?"
Later on, as everybody knows, he sold a confession in which he proclaimed himself the author of the bordereau.