Then she insisted on giving them each another liqueur-glass of Durien's ratafia de cassis, and took them to see her collection of bric-à-brac across the yard, a gorgeous show, and explained everything about it—how she had begun in quite a small way, but was making it a big business.
"Voyez cette pendule! It is of the time of Louis Onze, who gave it with his own hands to Madame de Pompadour(!). I bought it at a sale in—"
"Combiang?" said the Laird.
"C'est cent-cinquante francs, monsieur—c'est bien bon marché—une véritable occasion, et—"
"Je prong!" said the Laird, meaning "I take it!"
Then she showed them a beautiful brocade gown "which she had picked up at a bargain at—"
"Combiang?" said the Laird.
"Ah, ça, c'est trois cents francs, monsieur. Mais—"
"Je prong!" said the Laird.
"Et voici les souliers qui vont avec, et que—"