Rigolette thus resumed:
“‘I know upon how little you can live, and of what service even a small sum would be to you in any case of emergency. I am very poor myself, but still, by dint of rigid economy, I have managed to save fifteen hundred francs, which are placed in the hands of a banker; it is all I am worth in the world, but by my will, which you will find with this, I have ventured to bequeath it to you; and I trust you will not refuse to accept this last proof of the sincere affection of a friend and brother, from whom death will have separated you when this meets your eye.’
“Oh, M. Rodolph,” cried Rigolette, bursting into tears, “this is too much! Kind, good Germain, thus to consider my future welfare! What an excellent heart he must have!”
“Worthy and noble-minded young man!” re
