“And we agree, you say?”
“Oh! to anything you like.”
On this he closed his eyes to reflect, wrote down a few figures, and declaring it would be very difficult for him, that the affair was shady, and that he was being bled, he wrote out four bills for two hundred and fifty francs each, to fall due month by month.
“Provided that Vincart will listen to me! However, it’s settled. I don’t play the fool; I’m straight enough.”
Next he carelessly showed her several new goods, not one of which, however, was in his opinion worthy of madame.
“When I think that there’s a dress at threepence-halfpenny a yard, and warranted fast colours! And yet they actually swallow it! Of course you understand one doesn’t tell them what it really is!” He hoped by this confession of dishonesty to others to quite convince her of his probity to her.
Then he called her back to show her three yards of guipure that he had lately picked up “at a sale.”
“Isn’t it lovely?” said Lheureux. “It is very much used now for the backs of arm-chairs. It’s quite the rage.”
And, more ready than a juggler, he wrapped up the guipure in some blue paper and put it in Emma’s hands.
“But at least let me know—”