You go along and try the car.
Good-bye--good-bye." The four Charolais murmured good-bye in deep depression, and went off with Jean, wearing something of the air of whipped dogs.

When they had gone round the corner the millionaire turned to the Duke and said, with a chuckle: "He'll buy the car all right--had him fine!" "No business success of yours could surprise me," said the Duke blandly, with a faint, ironical smile.
M.Gournay-Martin's little pig's eyes danced and sparkled; and the smiles flowed over the distended skin of his face like little ripples over a stagnant pool, reluctantly.

It seemed to be too tightly stretched for smiles.
"The car's four years old," he said joyfully.

"He'll give me eight hundred for it, and it's not worth a pipe of tobacco.

And eight hundred pounds is just the price of a little Watteau I've had my eye on for some time--a first-class investment." They strolled down the terrace, and through one of the windows into the hall.