"Where is this ship—what is this you tell me?—what is her name?"
"La Lima."
"That sounds Spanish."
"She was Spanish."
"Thirty millions of pieces of eight!"
"I give you my word of honour that I can put you in possession of such a ship, as her existence is known to me alone."
"Is it credible—mille tonnerres!—can it be?"
"You believe me?"
The old French gentleman laid his hand upon his breast, and replied by a profound bow.
"But will monsieur be so good as explain?"