Two days after, the sale was ended. It had produced 3.50,000 francs. The
creditors divided among them two thirds, and the family, a sister and a
grand-nephew, received the remainder.

The sister opened her eyes very wide when the lawyer wrote to her that
she had inherited 50,000 francs. The girl had not seen her sister for
six or seven years, and did not know what had become of her from the
moment when she had disappeared from home. She came up to Paris in
haste, and great was the astonishment of those who had known Marguerite
when they saw as her only heir a fine, fat country girl, who until then
had never left her village. She had made the fortune at a single stroke,
without even knowing the source of that fortune. She went back, I heard
afterward, to her countryside, greatly saddened by her sister's death,
but with a sadness which was somewhat lightened by the investment at
four and a half per cent which she had been able to make.

All these circumstances, often repeated in Paris, the mother city of
scandal, had begun to be forgotten, and I was even little by little
forgetting the part I had taken in them, when a new incident brought to
my knowledge the whole of Marguerite's life, and acquainted me with
such pathetic details that I was taken with the idea of writing down the
story which I now write.