“Done! that’s not difficult.”
“Then he takes these ten louis.”
Montbar spread ten louis on the table.
“Ah, ha!” exclaimed Antoine, “yellow boys, real ones. I thought those little devils had all emigrated.”
“You see there are some left.”
“And what is Antoine to do to put them in his pocket?”
“Antoine must lend me his best postilion’s suit.”
“To you?”
“And let me take his place to-morrow night.”
“Ah, yes; so that you can see the beautiful Josephine to-morrow night.”