Presently he said: "The first time I ever saw him he treated me to a page of Descartes.

It cost him one per cent.

I always charge a man for talking sentiment to me in business hours.

I had to listen to him, and he had to pay me for listening.

I've no doubt his general yearly expenditure has been increased for the same reason--eh, Maitre Fille?
He has done it with others--yes ?" M.Fille waved a hand in deprecation, and his voice had a little acidity as he replied: "Ah, monsieur, what can we poor provincials do--any of us--in dealing with men like you, philosophy or no philosophy?
You get us between the upper and the nether mill stones.