By the way, though, I've no money! That is to say, none worth speaking of--_voila!_...

one franc, one piece of fifty centimes, another of twenty centimes, and some sous.

I hope your pockets are better lined than mine." "Not much, I fear," I replied, pulling out my porte-monnaie, and emptying the contents into my hand.

They amounted to nine francs and seventy-five centimes.
"_Parbleu_! we've just eleven francs and a half between us," said Mueller.

"A modest sum-total; but we must make it as elastic as we can.
Let me see, there'll be a franc for the fiacre, four francs for our return tickets, four for our dinner, and two and a half to spend as we like in the fair.