Oh! wasn't he raging, that buffoon of an Englishman ?" "Hush!" said Schinner.

"I don't want my affair with Lord Byron talked about." "But you must own, all the same, that you were glad enough I knew how to box," said Mistigris.
From time to time, Pierrotin exchanged sly glances with the count, which might have made less inexperienced persons than the five other travellers uneasy.
"Lords, pachas, and thirty-thousand-franc ceilings!" he cried.

"I seem to be driving sovereigns.

What pourboires I'll get!" "And all the places paid for!" said Mistigris, slyly.
"It is a lucky day for me," continued Pierrotin; "for you know, Pere Leger, about my beautiful new coach on which I have paid an advance of two thousand francs?
Well, those dogs of carriage-builders, to whom I have to pay two thousand five hundred francs more, won't take fifteen hundred down, and my note for a thousand for two months! Those vultures want it all.

Who ever heard of being so stiff with a man in business these eight years, and the father of a family ?--making me run the risk of losing everything, carriage and money too, if I can't find before to-morrow night that miserable last thousand! Hue, Bichette! They won't play that trick on the great coach offices, I'll warrant you." "Yes, that's it," said the rapin; "'your money or your strife.'" "Well, you have only eight hundred now to get," remarked the count, who considered this moan, addressed to Pere Leger, a sort of letter of credit drawn upon himself.
"True," said Pierrotin.