“That is all I care about. How much does it weigh?”
“Fifty thousand livres at the very least. I do not allude to the enormous vases for the buffet, which alone weigh five thousand livres, or ten thousand the pair.”
“One hundred and thirty,” murmured the marquise. “You are quite sure of your figures, M. Faucheux?”
“Positive, madame. Besides, there is no difficulty in weighing them.”
“The amount is entered in my books.”
“Your ladyship is extremely methodical, I am aware.”
“Let us now turn to another subject,” said Madame de, Belliere; and she opened one of her jewel-boxes.
“I recognize these emeralds,” said M. Faucheux; “for it was I who had the setting of them. They are the most beautiful in the whole court. No, I am mistaken; Madame de Chatillon has the most beautiful set; she had them from Messieurs de Guise; but your set madame, comes next.”
“What are they worth?”
“Mounted?”