"Exactly thirty francs."
"Thirty francs, when copper is a franc a pound? Thirty francs!"
"We will say thirty-five, and don't turn up your nose, or I will send you to the devil—you, copper, dog and cart."
"But, Micou you cheat me too much! there's no sense in it."
"Prove to me this copper belongs to you, and I will give you fifteen sous a pound for it."
"Always the same song. You are all alike; get out, you nest of thieves! Can one gouge a friend in such style? But this is not all. If I take your merchandise in exchange, you should give me good measure at least!"
"Just so! What do you want? chains or hooks for your boat?"
"No; I want four or five iron plates, very strong, such as would answer to line window-shutters with."
"I have just what you want—the third of an inch thick; a pistol ball could not go through."
"Just the thing!"