She reflected that it might be imprudent to quarrel with a man who carried fifty thousand francs on his little finger.
"Well, sir," she said, "as poor Coco annoys you, I will put him in a back room, where you cannot hear him." The Englishman made a gesture of satisfaction.
"However," added he, pointing once more to his boots, "I should have preferred--." "Don't be afraid.

Where I mean to put him it will be impossible for him to trouble milord." "Oh! I am not a lord; only an esquire." With that, Mr.Birne was retiring, after a very low bow, when Delores, who never neglected her interests, took up a small pocket from a work table and said: "Tonight sir, is my benefit at the theater.

I am to play in three pieces.

Will you allow me to offer you some box tickets?
The price has been but very slightly raised." And she put a dozen boxes into the Briton's hand.
"After showing myself so prompt to oblige him," thought she, "he cannot refuse, if he is a gentleman, and if he sees me play in my pink costume, who knows?
He is very ugly, to be sure, and very sad looking, but he might furnish me the means of going to England without being sea sick." The Englishman having taken the tickets, had their purport explained to him a second time.

He then asked the price.
"The boxes are sixty francs each, and there are ten there, but no hurry," said added, seeing the Englishman take out his pocketbook.