"We have thirty pistoles to spend; for I don't suppose, dear boy, that you will be foolish enough to give half of it to your uncle the old clothes man?"
"I never had any such intention. My uncle can afford to make me that little gift."
"If he loses his temper, you can tell him that somebody stole the bundle, the clothes."
"That is true. I'll say that the famous Giovanni stripped me."
"Bravo! the very thing; let us charge the accident to Giovanni's account. Par la sambleu! the fellow is stout enough to take a lot of robberies on his shoulders."
"Now, we will have some sport. We must make the thirty pistoles dance.—Look out, my dear boy, steady!"
"Where shall we go to spend it?"
"We must go out of Paris, or we might meet some of our comrades, and then we should have to treat them too."
"No such fools!"
"Let us go to the village of Le Roule."