"This is a very precious gem," he said. "The medallion is gold, and the work on the miniature is exquisite. It is a masterpiece—the color equals the design. The mouth is marvelously rendered. Mengs or Liotard could not have done better. At what do you value this work of art?"
"You are more of a connoisseur than I. I will leave it to your own valuation."
"I will let you have the trinket for five thousand francs; it is almost nothing."
Camille began to draw out the five thousand francs from his portemonnaie. "How prompt you are!" remarked Samuel. "The portrait has not only a value as a work of art; I am sure you attach a sentimental value to it, for I suspect you of being over head and ears in love with the original."
"I find you too greedy," replied Camille, casting on him a crushing glance.
"Do not be angry. I am accustomed to exercise methodical precision in business affairs. My father always sold at a fixed price, and I too never lower my charges. You will readily understand that what is worth five thousand francs to a friend is worth double to a lover. The gem is worth ten thousand francs. You can take it or leave it."
"I will take it," replied M. Langis.
"Since we agree," continued Samuel, "I possess still other articles which might suit you."
"Why, do you think of selling me your clothing?"
"Let us come to an understanding. I have other articles of the same lot."