“I have come all ze way to zese countree, because of ze lettaires of your schoolgirl!”
“That does not interest us”—firmly.
“No-o? It ees an expenseef voyage.”
Max looked at Wally.
“Now, we’re getting to the point,” she said. “How much do you want for those letters?”
“Oh, Madame, you——”
“Hurry up! What is your price?”
“Ver’ good. I say five sousand dollaires.”
“Nonsense! I’ll give you $1,000.”
“But I cannot accept zese.”