“Hold on,” said Charlie. “I sell you de ’ouse and de block. Den I go and git drunk and go to sleep; de dev’ comes along and says: ‘Charlie, old Charlie, you blame’ low-down old dog, wake up! What you doin’ here? Where’s de ’ouse what Monsieur le Comte give your grace-gran’muzzer? Don’t you see dat fine gentyman De Charleu done gone and tore him down and make him over new, you blame’ old fool, Charlie, you low-down old Injin dog!’”
“I’ll give you forty thousand dollars,” said the colonel.
“For de ’ouse?”
“For all.”
The deaf man shook his head.
“Forty-five,” said the colonel.
“What a lie? For what you tell me ‘What a lie?’ I don’t tell you no lie.”
“Non, non; I give you forty-five,” shouted the colonel.
Charlie shook his head again.
“Fifty.”