ADÈLE. How much is there left unmortgaged?
DURAND. A fifth of the fire insurance policy. But you know how property dropped in value when the railroad passed our gates and went to the east instead.
ADÈLE. So much the better.
DURAND [Sternly]. Adèle! [Pause.] Will you put out the fire in the stove?
ADÈLE. Impossible. I can't till the coffee-bread comes.
DURAND. Well, here it is.
[Pierre comes in with basket. Adèle looks in the basket.]
ADÈLE. No bread! But a bill—two, three—
PIERRE.—Well, the baker said he wouldn't send any more bread until he was paid. And then, when I was going by the butcher's and the grocer's, they shoved these bills at me. [Goes out.]
ADÈLE. Oh, God in heaven, this is the end for us! But what's this? [Opens a package.]