There were samplers most exquisitely worked, jewels for the most noble gentleman's honoured sweetheart, and purses which emperors would give a deal to buy.

Chateaudoux was urged to take notice that emperors would give sums to lay a hand on the hawker's purses.
M.Chateaudoux pretended not to hear.
"I want nothing," he said, "nothing in the world;" and he repeated the statement in order to drown the other's voice.
"A purse, good gentleman," persisted the hawker, and he dangled one before Chateaudoux's eyes.

Not for anything would Chateaudoux take that purse.
"Go away," he cried; "I have a sufficiency of purses, and I will not be plagued by you." They were now at the steps of the villa, and the sentry, lifting the butt of his musket, roughly thrust the hawker back.
"What have you there?
Bring your basket here," said he; and to Chateaudoux's consternation the hawker immediately offered the purse to the sentinel.
"It is only the poor who have kind hearts," he said; "here's the proper purse for a soldier.

It is so hard to get the money out that a man is saved an ocean of drink." The hawker's readiness destroyed any suspicions the sentinel may have felt.
"Go away," he said, "quick!" "You will buy the purse ?" The sentinel raised his musket again.
"Then the kind gentleman will," said the hawker, and he thrust the purse into M.Chateaudoux's reluctant hand.

Chateaudoux could feel within the purse a folded paper.