There is no time to lose.

I beg your pardon, but you must be thirty years old, and perhaps a little more.

This _diable_ of a gun has made you lose three valuable years.
"It pains me, M.le Comte, to be compelled to remind you that the little note falls due shortly.

I have had the value of the bracelet you left with me as a pledge estimated; it is not worth a thousand florins, as you believed; it is a piece of antiquity that has a value to only those who can indulge in a caprice for fancy articles, and such caprices are rare nowadays, the time for such is past.
"I am, M.le Comte, with much respect, your humble and obedient servant, "MOSES GULDENTHAL." Abel Larinski turned once more in his chair.

He crumpled up between his fingers the letter of M.Moses Guldenthal, saying to himself as he did so, that the Guldenthals are often very clear-sighted folks.