"Monsieur, I shall hot venture to contradict you. When will you want the shirts?" asked the merchant, rising. "If the matter is urgent, the labor will come somewhat higher."
"Do me the favor, first of all, to resume your seat, my good man! Do not take your leave from me so abruptly. I may have some other orders for you."
"Monsieur, in obedience to your orders I shall sit down again. When will you want the order filled?"
"Toward the end of next month."
"In that case, monsieur, the four hundred and fifty shirts, of good quality, will cost seven francs apiece."
"Very well, upon my honor! That's cheap, my dear Monsieur Lebrenn. That is a compliment that, I suppose, is not often heard from a purchaser, hey?"
"No, it is not at all frequent; that's true, monsieur. But you mentioned some other orders."
"Zounds, my good man! You do not take your eyes from the cards. Your thoughts run to solid business."
"Eh! Eh! monsieur, one is a merchant in order to sell—"
"And are you selling much these days?"