Well, do you see?
If the good people do not want to die of cold, they must come to my wood-yard.

They will fight for my wood; I shall sell it for its weight in gold, and this well-regulated deed of charity will enable me to do others of the same sort.
_Paul._ This is a fine idea, and it suggests an equally good one to me.
_Jean._ Well, what is it?
_Paul._ How do you find this Normandy butter?
_Jean._ Excellent.
_Paul_.

Well, it seemed passable a moment ago.

But do you not think it is a little strong?
I want to make a better article at Paris.

I will have four or five hundred cows, and I will distribute milk, butter and cheese to the poor people.
_Pierre and Jean._ What! as a charity?
_Paul._ Bah, let us always put charity in the foreground.