"Well, I really don't want them, but it is a good bargain. Good-bye."
He went to the Bank, assisted at the meeting, and after cashing his cheque for nine thousand dollars, went out with his friend Urreta, another of the great Madrid bankers. On reaching the Puerta del Sol they shook hands to part.
"Which way are you going?" asked Salabert.
"I am going to Calderón's office to see if he happens to be able to help me to some Londrès."
"Quite useless," said the other promptly. "I have just bought up all he had."
"That is unlucky. What did you give for them?"
"Forty-seven ten."
"Not very cheap. But I need them badly, so I should have taken them."
"Do you really need them?" said Salabert, putting his arm on the other's shoulders.
"I do indeed."