“The barrels are pale-coloured.”
“That’s the beauty of them, Mr. Gunsmith. The tint is obtained with antimony.”
“It is settled, then, that we give you five Louis?”
“Allow me to observe that I had the honour of saying six.”
The gunsmith lowered his voice.
“Hark you, master. Take advantage of the opportunity. Get rid of this thing. A weapon of this kind is of no use to a man like you. It will make you remarked.”
“It is very true,” said the Parisian. “It is rather conspicuous. It is more suited to a gentleman.”
“Will you take five Louis?”
“No, six; one for every shot.”
“Come, six Napoleons.”