Very well then, let them give her ten thousand francs, and she would go to the Folies-Dramatiques.

Bordenave was utterly dumfounded while Mignon, who had never once taken his eyes off the count, tranquilly awaited results.
"Then everything can be settled," murmured Muffat in tones of relief; "we can come to an understanding." "The deuce, no! That would be too stupid!" cried Bordenave, mastered by his commercial instincts.

"Ten thousand francs to let Rose go! Why, people would make game of me!" But the count, with a multiplicity of nods, bade him accept.

He hesitated, and at last with much grumbling and infinite regret over the ten thousand francs which, by the by, were not destined to come out of his own pocket he bluntly continued: "After all, I consent.

At any rate, I shall have you off my hands." For a quarter of an hour past Fontan had been listening in the courtyard.