“What shall I give you instead?”
“Double the quantity.”
“Well,” said the rogue, gravely, “I will go to the Rue de Bussy and play with it, and bring you back, not the double, but the quintuple;” and he made two steps to the door.
She caught him by the coat.
“There,” said he, “you have torn my coat.”
“Never mind; you shall have a new one.”
“That will be six louis, Oliva. Luckily, at the Rue de Bussy they are not particular about dress.”
Oliva seized hold of the other tail, and tore it right off.
Beausire became furious.