"I haven't another."
"With a smile you could have as many as you wish."
"Yes, yes; but I'm not by way of smiling just now."
"Come, calm yourself. If our affair is successful, as I've no doubt it will be, I'll give you some crowns with which you can buy other collars; for ruffs are no longer in fashion."
This assurance alleviated somewhat Chaudoreille's grief, and he reseated himself, that the barber might finish shaving him.
"You will go today into the city," resumed the barber, while finishing the chevalier's toilet,—"into the Rue de la Calandre; you will go into a perfumer's shop which is about half-way down the street."
"Yes, yes, I know; that is where I supply myself."
"Better and better! It will be easier for you to obtain an entrance. You should know, then, the young girl whom I will describe to you: twenty years old, of medium height, unrestrained figure, brown hair and intelligent black eyes."
"Listen; I don't believe that I know her, seeing that it's two or three years since I bought any perfumery, because scents make me nervous."
"If you could dispense with lying to me, Chaudoreille, at every turn, you would give me great pleasure."