"I begin to believe that I am wrong."
"It is possible, but let us return to business."
"What, it is a question of business, then?"
"Pardieu! Is not everything business in this world?"
"Hum!" said the artist, not at all convinced.
M. Dubois assumed a paternal air, and, seizing a button of his companion's coat, without doubt, to prevent him from escaping—
"Listen to me with attention," said he; "the few days that I have had the advantage of passing in your company enabled me to study your character, and to appreciate it at its just value; you are an intelligent, wise, and modest young man; you please me."
"You are very good," mechanically murmured Émile by way of answer.
"I wish to do something for you."
"That is a good idea; have you any influence?"