"You say you know me?" asked the dealer.
"I thought so. Are you not—" he seemed seeking for the name. "Are you not Nicholas—"
The dealer looked frightened.
"Nicholas Trouchon, ironmonger, Rue de la Cossonnerie?"
"No, no!" cried the man, breathing more freely again.
"Never mind; will you buy all my armor, cuirass, sword, and all?"
"It is a forbidden commerce."
"I know that; he whom you dealt with just now called it out loud enough."
"You heard!"
"Yes, all; and you were liberal. But be easy, I will not be hard upon you; I have been a trader myself."