He let out that he had a heap of money he did not know what to do with, and almost hated it now his mother was gone and could not share it.
The man of law consoled him with oleaginous phrases: told him he very much underrated the power of money.

His hoard, directed by a judicious adviser, would make him a landed proprietor, and the husband of some young lady, all beauty, virtue, and accomplishment, whose soothing influence would soon heal the sorrow caused by an excess of filial sentiment.
"Halt!" shouted Raynal: "say that again in half the words." Perrin was nettled, for he prided himself on his colloquial style.
"You can buy a fine estate and a chaste wife with the money," snapped this smooth personage, substituting curt brutality for honeyed prolixity.
The soldier was struck by the propositions the moment they flew at him small and solid, like bullets.
"I've no time," said he, "to be running after women.

But the estate I'll certainly have, because you can get that for me without my troubling my head." "Is it a commission, then ?" asked the other sharply.
"Of course.

Do you think I speak for the sake of talking ?" And so Perrin received formal instructions to look out for a landed estate; and he was to receive a handsome commission as agent.
Now to settle this affair, and pocket a handsome percentage for himself, he had only to say "Beaurepaire." Well, he didn't.

Never mentioned the place; nor the fact that it was for sale.
Such are all our agents, when rival speculators.