We certainly looked like marauders. I interfered to reassure the man.
"We'll pay you all right!"
Guillaumin whispered:
"Don't know so much about that."
I had my own idea. I opened my purse to show the silver and gold in it.
The old fellow considered me. He looked from my hands to my eyes where he tried to read my intentions.
"For you three?"
"For us, to begin with."
"Hm! Would an omelette do you?"