“Sir,” replied the Genevese, much hurt that any one should think he liked to laugh, “I saw it put on the coach myself.”
“What?”
“The money.”
“Was there much?”
“A good many bags.”
“But where does the money come from?”
“The treasury of the bears of Berne. You know, of course, that the bears of Berne received an income of fifty or even sixty thousand francs.”
The doctor burst out laughing.
“Decidedly, sir, you are trying to frighten us,” said he.
“Gentlemen,” said the watchmaker, “I give you my word of honor—”