“That did not surprise me, for I was as drunk as he was, and I knew what a cubic metre is in my business. It is a thousand litres, that suited me.
“But the price remained to be settled. All depends on the quality. I said: 'How much do you want a cubic metre?'
“He answered: 'Two thousand francs.'
“I gave a bound like a rabbit, and then I reflected that a woman ought not to measure more than three hundred litres. So I said: 'That's too dear.'
“He answered: 'I cannot do it for less. I should lose by it.'
“You understand, one is not a dealer in hogs for nothing. One understands one's business. But, if he is smart, the seller of bacon, I am smarter, seeing that I sell them also. Ha, Ha, Ha! So I said to him: 'If she were new, I would not say anything, but she has been married to you for some time, so she is not as fresh as she was. I will give you fifteen hundred francs a cubic metre, not a sou more. Will that suit you?'
“He answered: 'That will do. That's a bargain!'
“I agreed, and we started out, arm in arm. We must help each other in this world.
“But a fear came to me: 'How can you measure her unless you put her into the liquid?'
“Then he explained his idea, not without difficulty for he was full. He said to me: 'I take a barrel, and fill it with water to the brim. I put her in it. All the water that comes out we will measure, that is the way to fix it.'