“What do you guess it at?”
“I should guess it at a good deal.”
“It cost me one hundred and forty-four francs.”
“You must have bought that,” said Rantaine, “at the shop in the Ruelle Coutanchez.”
Clubin continued:
“He did not cry out. The fall stopped his voice, no doubt.”
“Sieur Clubin, there will be a breeze to-night.”
“I am the only one in the secret.”
“Do you still stay at the Jean Auberge?”
“Yes: you are not badly served there.”