“Montame du Fal-Noble tolt me you shall have some iteas,” said Nucingen, scrutinizing Peyrade.
“Ah, this is what I wanted to hear,” said du Tillet to Rastignac; “the two talking gibberish together.”
“You will see, they will understand each other at last,” said Bixiou, guessing what du Tillet had said to Rastignac.
“Sir Baronet, I have imagined a speculation—oh! a very comfortable job—bocou profitable and rich in profits——”
“Now you will see,” said Blondet to du Tillet, “he will not talk one minute without dragging in the Parliament and the English Government.”
“It is in China, in the opium trade——”
“Ja, I know,” said Nucingen at once, as a man who is well acquainted with commercial geography. “But de English Gover’ment hafe taken up de opium trate as a means dat shall open up China, and she shall not allow dat ve——”
“Nucingen has cut him out with the Government,” remarked du Tillet to Blondet.
“Ah! you have been in the opium trade!” cried Madame du Val-Noble. “Now I understand why you are so narcotic; some has stuck in your soul.”
“Dere! you see!” cried the Baron to the self-styled opium merchant, and pointing to Madame du Val-Noble. “You are like me. Never shall a millionaire be able to make a voman lofe him.”