Then do you know what the Marquis of Monthyon did?
He just simply took out his purse and opened it and put it under the chap's nose; and all the smart hunting folk they laughed to see how the simpleton changed when he saw all those bank notes.

And naturally he ended by nodding that it was a bargain, and he'd even seen so many of the rustlers that he turned from crying to laughing! Then the prince loaded his gun at ten paces from the bear and killed it with one shot, my boy; just when he was rocking left and right, and sitting up like a man.

You ought to have seen it! There weren't a lot there; but _I_ was there!" The story made an impression.

No one spoke at first.

Then some one risked the opinion.