But we have supped well, you are disposed to enjoy yourself; you invite me to confide in you.

Open your ears, then." "They are open." And Planchet, with a laugh more frank than cunning, opened a bottle of white wine.
"Leave me my reason, at least." "Oh, as to you losing your head--you, monsieur!" "Now my head is my own, and I mean to take better care of it than ever.
In the first place we shall talk business.

How fares our money-box ?" "Wonderfully well, monsieur.

The twenty thousand livres I had of you are still employed in my trade, in which they bring me nine per cent.

I give you seven, so I gain two by you." "And you are still satisfied ?" "Delighted.