She gave it to him.
"Ah, here we are," he said, putting on a pair of gold-rimmed pince-nez.
"A hundred horse-power car.

Well, well, this is something to talk over.
What's the least you'll take for it ?" "_I_ have nothing to do with this kind of thing," cried Germaine.

"You must see my father.

He will be back from Rennes soon.

Then you can settle the matter with him." M.Charolais rose, and said: "Very good.