"It is not yours, sir, I must confess, that causes me the greatest uneasiness."
"It is your own?"
"Yes."
"But what if I estimate it at double its worth?"
"Ah, sir, there is nothing more precious than one's neck!"
"Not yours."
"Why not mine?"
"At this moment at least."
"What do you mean by that?"
"I mean to say your neck is not worth a cent, seeing that if I, for example, were an agent of the Committee of Public Safety, you would be guillotined to-morrow."