"If you"ll tell me how you came by your copper, I"ll give you fifteen sous a pound for it."
"That"s the old strain. You are all alike, a regular lot of cheats. How can you bear to "do" your friends in this way? But that"s not all; if I swap with you for some things, you ought to give me good measure."
"To a hair"s turn. What do you want? Chains and hooks for your punts?"
"No, I want four or five sheets of stout iron, as if to line shutters with."
"I"ve just the thing, a quarter of an inch thick; a pistol-ball wouldn"t go through it."
"Just what I want."
"What size?"
"Why, altogether about seven or eight feet square."
"Good, and what else?"
"Three bars of iron, from three to four feet long, and two inches square."
"I have just broken up an iron wicket; nothing can be better for you.
What next?"
"Two strong hinges and a latch, so that I can open or shut an opening two feet square when I wish."
"A trap, you mean?"
"No, a valve."
"I don"t understand what you can want with a valve."
"Never you mind; I know what I want."
"That"s all right; you have only to choose; there"s a heap of hinges.
What"s the next thing?"
"That"s all."
"And not much, either."
"Get it all ready, Father Micou, and I"ll take it as I come back; for I"ve got some other places to call at."
"With your cart? Why, you dog, I saw a bundle underneath. What, some little trifle you have taken from the world"s wardrobe? Ah, you sly rogue!"
"Just as you say, Father Micou; but you don"t deal in such things. Don"t keep me waiting for the iron goods, for I must be back at the island before noon."
"I"ll be ready. It is only eight, and, if you are not going far, come back in an hour, and you shall find everything prepared,--money and goods. Won"t you take a drain?"
"Thank ye, I won"t say no, for I think you owe it me."
Father Micou took from an old closet a bottle of brandy, a cracked gla.s.s, and a cup without a handle, and filled them.
"Here"s to you, Daddy Micou!"
"And to you likewise, my boy, and the ladies at home!"
"Thank ye. And the lodging-house goes on well, eh?"
"Middling,--middling. I have always some lodgers for whom I am always fearing a visit from the commissary; but they pay in proportion."
"How d"ye mean?"
"Why, are you stupid? I sometimes lodge as I buy, and don"t ask them for their pa.s.sport, any more than I ask you for your bill of parcels."
"Good; but to them you let as dear as you have bought cheaply of me."
"I must look out. I have a cousin who has a handsome furnished house in the Rue St. Honore. His wife is a milliner in a large way, and employs, perhaps, twenty needlewomen, either in the house, or having the work at home."
"I say, old boy, I dare say there"s some pretty uns among "em?"
"I believe you. There"s two or three that I have seen bring home work sometimes,--my eyes, ain"t they pretty, though? One little one in particular, who works at home, and is always a-laughing, and they calls her Rigolette, oh, my pippin, what a pity one ain"t twenty years old all over again!"
"Halloa, daddy, how you are going it!"
"Oh, it"s all right, my boy,--all right!"
""Walker!" old boy. And you say your cousin--"
"Does uncommon well with his house, and, as it is the same number as that of the little Rigolette--"
"What, again?"
"Oh, it"s all right and proper."
""Walker!""
"He won"t have any lodgers but those who have pa.s.sports and papers; but if any come who haven"t got "em, he sends me those customers."
"And they pays accordingly?"
"In course."
"But they are all in our line who haven"t got their riglar papers?"
"By no manner of means! Why, very lately, my cousin sent me a customer,--devil burn me if I can make him out! Another drain?"
"Just one; the liquor"s good. Here"s t"ye again, Daddy Micou!"
"Here"s to you again, my covey! I was saying that the other day my cousin sent me a customer whom I can"t make out. Imagine a mother and daughter, who looked very queer and uncommon seedy; they had their whole kit in a pocket-handkerchief. Well, there warn"t much to be expected out of this, for they had no papers, and they lodge by the fortnight; yet, since they"ve been here, they haven"t moved any more than a dormouse. No men come to see them; and yet they"re not bad-looking, if they weren"t so thin and pale, particularly the daughter, about sixteen,--with such a pair of black eyes,--oh, such eyes!"