"Name your terms," said he.
"I name them with scruple, monsieur, because I seek an honest gain, and that I wish to carry on my business without being uncivil or extravagant in my demands.

Now the room you occupy is considerable, and you are alone." "That is my business." "Oh! certainly.

I do not mean to turn monsieur out." The blood rushed to the temples of the unknown; he darted at poor Cropole, the descendant of one of the officers of the Marechal d'Ancre, a glance that would have crushed him down to beneath that famous chimney-slab, if Cropole had not been nailed to the spot by the question of his own proper interests.
"Do you desire me to go ?" said he.

"Explain yourself--but quickly." "Monsieur, monsieur, you do not understand me.

It is very critical--I know--that which I am doing.