“Very good, you give me the thousand francs I have had and you will add five hundred francs.”
“Yust so,” said Nucingen, nodding.
“But that still leaves only five hundred francs,” said Contenson imperturbably.
“Dat I gif,” added the Baron.
“That I take. Very good; and what, Monsieur le Baron, do you want for it?”
“I haf been told dat dere vas in Paris one man vat could find the voman vat I lof, and dat you know his address.... A real master to spy.”
“Very true.”
“Vell den, gif me dat address, and I gif you fife hundert franc.”
“Where are they?” said Contenson.
“Here dey are,” said the Baron, drawing a note out of his pocket.