"And all for five million francs?"
"I would pay ten. Nom de Diable! Fifteen—twenty."
"Ah!" I smiled.
Monsieur Roché laid his long fingers upon my arm.
"A commission, eh, ma chère?"
"Mercy, no! What do I know of such affairs?"
"Twenty million francs. Mon Dieu! If you could buy for ten, sell for twenty—eh?" sharply interjected Monsieur Vicenne.
Monsieur Roché tapped him upon the shoulder, somewhat irritably.
"Madame is the loveliest woman in Paris," he observed.
The Minister of Marine interrupted.