"Is that all?" said Dubois.
"How! is that all, monseigneur?"
"Yes, that is nothing."
"Indeed, monseigneur, it is a great deal, and the proof is that the king cannot pay it."
"But that will not make you rich."
"It will make me comfortable, and I do not conceal from you, monseigneur, that if, from the first money which comes into the treasury—"
"My dear Buvat," said Dubois, "I have something better than that to offer you."
"Offer it, monseigneur."
"You have your fortune at your fingers' ends."
"My mother always told me so, monseigneur."