He was nearly as red in the face as M.Charolais; and he looked a great deal redder owing to the extreme whiteness of the whiskers which stuck out on either side of his vast expanse of cheek.
As he came up, it struck the Duke as rather odd that he should have the Charolais eyes, set close together; any one who did not know that they were strangers to one another might have thought it a family likeness.
The millionaire was waving his hands and roaring after the manner of a man who has cultivated the art of brow-beating those with whom he does business; and as the Duke neared the group, he caught the words: "No; that's the lowest I'll take.

Take it or leave it.

You can say Yes, or you can say Good-bye; and I don't care a hang which." "It's very dear," said M.Charolais, in a mournful tone.
"Dear!" roared M.Gournay-Martin.

"I should like to see any one else sell a hundred horse-power car for eight hundred pounds.

Why, my good sir, you're having me!" "No, no," protested M.Charolais feebly.
"I tell you you're having me," roared M.Gournay-Martin.