"That is because he is not yet accustomed to your pronunciation."
"Oh, he will soon get used to it."
"There is no doubt of it."
"You think so?"
"I am sure of it."
"Good! I thank you, monsieur: here are the five napoleons."
I hesitated to take them; but in the English accent with which he pronounced the last words there was an intonation which so cruelly reminded me of the German accent of Bamps that I decided.
"I am much obliged to you, monsieur," I said.
"On the contrary, it is I who ought to thank you," the Englishman replied, trying to raise himself afresh—an attempt which was as abortive as the first.
I made him a sign with my hand, as I bowed; he sank back into his arm-chair, and I went out.