"I'm letting you have a magnificent car for which I paid thirteen hundred pounds for eight hundred! It's scandalous the way you've beaten me down!" "No, no," protested M.Charolais.
He seemed frightened out of his life by the vehemence of the big man.
"You wait till you've seen how it goes," said M.Gournay-Martin.
"Eight hundred is very dear," said M.Charolais.
"Come, come! You're too sharp, that's what you are.

But don't say any more till you've tried the car." He turned to his chauffeur, who stood by watching the struggle with an appreciative grin on his brown face, and said: "Now, Jean, take these gentlemen to the garage, and run them down to the station.

Show them what the car can do.

Do whatever they ask you--everything." He winked at Jean, turned again to M.Charolais, and said: "You know, M.Charolais, you're too good a man of business for me.

You're hot stuff, that's what you are--hot stuff.