"I haven't enough money to change it for you, you can see that for yourself. You owe me twenty-one francs."
A few moments later, Tobie lost fifteen francs to Monsieur Varinet, who had a heap of gold and silver in front of him. He offered him his fetich, saying:
"Oblige me by giving me the change for this; it will make it easier for me to pay."
Monsieur Varinet took the olive and placed it in front of him, and handed four hundred francs in gold and eighty-five in silver to Tobie, who seemed to take great pleasure in receiving the change for his olive, and, while pretending to arrange it in piles, seized the opportunity to slip several gold pieces into his pocket.
"You owe me twenty-one francs," said Balivan.
"Oh, yes! How the five hundred francs melts away! It will soon be gone."
"Oh! you have a good margin!"
"Isn't it time for us to give up our seats?"
"We don't go out next; it's Monsieur Varinet's turn and Albert's."
"Oh! I thought it was ours."