Owner of the chateau du Rouvre, one of the finest estates in the Gatinais, he had also a rent-roll of some forty odd thousand francs a year from the rich domains which surrounded the park.

He could well afford to snap his fingers at Goupil.

Besides, he intended to live on the estate, where the sight of Ursula would no longer trouble him.
"My boy," he said to Goupil, as they walked along the terrace, "let my young cousin alone, now." "Pooh!" said the clerk, unable to imagine what capricious conduct meant.
"Oh! I'm not ungrateful; you have enabled me to get this fine brick chateau with the stone copings (which couldn't be built now for two hundred thousand francs) and those farms and preserves and the park and gardens and woods, all for two hundred and eighty thousand francs.

No, I'm not ungrateful; I'll give you ten per cent, twenty thousand francs, for your services, and you can buy a sheriff's practice in Nemours.

I'll guarantee you a marriage with one of Cremiere's daughters, the eldest." "The one who talks piston!" cried Goupil.
"She'll have thirty thousand francs," replied Minoret.