Silently, Raindal pushed his paper forward.
“Here you are!”
“Ah!” exclaimed Pums, as he looked at the figures. “Two thousand, seven hundred francs profit!... You are going well for a beginner!... Bravo! Congratulations! Of course, it goes without saying that you are keeping your position?”
“I beg your pardon?” M. Raindal asked, with an anxious expression.
“I mean to say that I take it you will leave your profit on the same securities.”
Cyprien thought a while, then asked very meekly:
“Could I not draw some of it out?”
“Anything you like! This money belongs to you. You are its lord and master.... Do be afraid.... Name your figure!”
“Seven hundred francs!” Cyprien said resolutely. “I draw seven hundred out, I leave seven thousand in.... This leaves a round sum, does it not?” Then he added in a less assured voice, “Can I cash it here?”
“Hm!” Pums replied. “It is not very regular.... Well, since it is for you, for a friend!... Just sign this power for me to cash at Talloir.... I am going to give you a check which you need only to present at our cashie office....”