But now that you know--" Arsenio shrugged his shoulders.
"Now that I know, I, had best have a care of my soul and look about me for other employment." "Alas!" sighed Arsenio; "it is none so easy to find." Garnache looked at him.

Garnache began to have in his luck a still greater faith than hitherto.

He glanced stealthily around; then he sat down again, so that his mouth was close to Arsenio's ear.
"The pay is beggarly here, yet I have refused a fortune offered me by another that I might remain loyal to my masters at Condillac.

But this thing that you tell me alters everything.

By the Host! yes." "A fortune ?" sneered Arsenio.
"Aye, a fortune--at least, fifty pistoles.