"Very well! if your eminence attempts calculations, I will promise you a pretty headache to-morrow! And with that please to remember M.Guenaud is not here." "You are right, Bernouin.

You must take Brienne's place, my friend.
Indeed, I ought to have brought M.Colbert with me.

That young man goes on very well, Bernouin, very well; a very orderly youth." "I do not know," sad the _valet de chambre_, "but I don't like the countenance of your young man who goes on so well." "Well, well, Bernouin! We don't stand in need of your advice.

Place yourself there: take the pen and write." "I am ready, monseigneur; what am I to write ?" "There, that's the place: after the two lines already traced." "I am there." "Write seven hundred and sixty thousand livres." "That is written." "Upon Lyons--" The cardinal appeared to hesitate.
"Upon Lyons," repeated Bernouin.
"Three millions nine hundred thousand livres." "Well, monseigneur ?" "Upon Bordeaux, seven millions." "Seven ?" repeated Bernouin.
"Yes," said the cardinal, pettishly, "seven." Then, recollecting himself, "You understand, Bernouin," added he, "that all this money is to be spent ?" "Eh! monseigneur; whether it be spent or put away is of very little consequence to me, since none of these millions are mine." "These millions are the king's; it is the king's money I am reckoning.
Well, what were we saying?
You always interrupt me!" "Seven millions upon Bordeaux." "Ah! yes; that's right.

Upon Madrid four millions.