“Well, neighbor, have you sold that drug shop?” queried the business agent, slapping Monsieur Monin on the shoulder.
“Not yet, neighbor. It vexes me, because, I’ll tell you, those who have taken my place temporarily aren’t used to it as I am, and——”
“I’ll sell it for you. I hope to see you in Paris next winter, Monsieur Monin, and to know you better.”
“Certainly, monsieur.”
“You must come to our house to play cards.”
“Do you play loo?”
“No, but écarté, and boston. I have a very pretty house to sell you.”
“Do you mean it?”
“Yes, it’s a great opportunity; the price is nothing at all.”
“Is it insured?”