That will be pleasant.

Three hundred and seventy-five livres! _Mordioux!_ but that is astonishing! If the poor man who has but one livre in his pocket, found a livre and twelve deniers, that would be justice, that would be excellent; but never does such a godsend fall to the lot of the poor man.

The rich man, on the contrary, makes himself revenue with his money, which he does not even touch.

Here are three hundred and seventy-five livres which fall to me from heaven.

I will go then to the Image-de-Notre-Dame, and drink a glass of Spanish wine with my tenant, which he cannot fail to offer me.
But order must be observed, Monsieur d'Artagnan, order must be observed! Let us organize our time, then, and distribute the employment of it! Art.