"You know I never play for money, and as for my five napoleons, they already have their vocation."
"Well, well, well, adieu."
"Au revoir."
And I left Cartier, with this engagement booked. We shall see where it led me.
When I re-entered the house, I found Bamps, who was beginning to grow impatient. The first coach for Paris passed through Villers-Cotterets at eight o'clock in the evening: it was now seven.
"Ah! goot!" he said, "there you are!... I did not regon I should zee you again."
"What!" I said, imitating his jargon, "you did not regon you should zee me again?"
Wondrous power of money! I was mocking Bamps, who, an hour before, had made me tremble with fear. Bamps knit his eyebrows.
"We zay, den?" he said.