If you have no longer your family hotel, you have no excuse to linger in that museum of mummies, the Faubourg St.
Germain; you must go into one of the new quarters by the Champs Elysees.
Leave it to me; I'll find you a charming apartment.

I know one to be had a bargain,--a bagatelle,--five hundred naps a-year.

Cost you about two or three thousand more to furnish tolerably, not showily.

Leave all to me.

In three days you shall be settled.