But at ten o'clock at night, when he had concluded that all concurrence was impossible, he took his hat: "Good evening!" said he.

"It's no longer a million that I must have, but two millions, and all over.

We'll go to law.

I'm going to supper." He was on the staircase, when Frau Meiser said to her husband: "Call him back, and give him his million!" "Are you a fool ?" "Don't be afraid." "I can never do it!" "Father in heaven! what blockheads men are! Monsieur! Monsieur Fougas! Monsieur Colonel Fougas! Come up again, I pray you! We consent to all that you require!" "Damnation!" said he, on reentering; "you ought to have made up your minds sooner.

But after all, let's see the money!" Frau Meiser explained to him with her tenderest voice, that poor capitalists like themselves, were not in the habit of keeping millions under their own lock and key.
"But you shall lose nothing by waiting, my sweet sir! To-morrow you shall handle the amount in nice white silver; my husband will sign you a check on the Royal Bank of Dantzic." "But----," said the unfortunate Meiser.