Listen to me.

If you can persuade that little Mirouet, who possesses in her own right forty thousand francs, to marry you, I will give you, as true as my name is Minoret, the means to buy a notary's practice at Orleans." "No," said Goupil, "that's too far out of the way; but Montargis--" "No," said Minoret; "Sens." "Very good,--Sens," replied the hideous clerk.

"There's an archbishop at Sens, and I don't object to devotion; a little hypocrisy and there you are, on the way to fortune.

Besides, the girl is pious, and she'll succeed at Sens." "It is to be fully understood," continued Minoret, "that I shall not pay the money till you marry my cousin, for whom I wish to provide, out of consideration for my deceased uncle." "Why not for me too ?" said Goupil maliciously, instantly suspecting a secret motive in Minoret's conduct.

"Isn't it through information you got from me that you make twenty-four thousand a year from that land, without a single enclosure, around the Chateau du Rouvre?
The fields and the mill the other side of the Loing make sixteen thousand more.