Come, is it a bargain?
Am I to have the mortgage?
If you don't stick it in, I'll not let my boy marry your girl, Lavilette.

There, now, that's my last word." "'Thou shalt not covet thy neighbour's house, nor his wife, nor his maid, nor his ox, nor his ass, nor anything that is his,"' said the notary, abstractedly, drawing the picture of a fat Jew on the paper before him.
The irony was lost upon his hearers.

Madame Lavilette had been thinking, however, and she saw further than her husband.
"It amounts to the same thing," she said.

"You see it doesn't go away from Sophie; so let him have it, Louis." "All right," responded monsieur at last, "Sophie gets the acres and the house in her dot." "You won't give young Vanne Castine a chance ?" asked the notary.

"The mortgage is for four hundred dollars and the place is worth seven hundred!" No one replied.