“When?”
“Could you meet me to-morrow morning?”
“Yes.”
“At eight?”
“Yes.”
“At the corner just where the Champs Élysées joins the Place de la Concorde?”
“Yes—oh, yes! And you will be there?”
“I will. And, Célestin, look here: we are not rich, you know, and we ought to help each other. Look here.” He took out a handful of coppers and some silver pieces, all that he had remaining from the five-franc piece. “We will divide, and take half each.”
“No—oh, no!”