like the countenance of your young man who goes on so well."

"Well, well, Bernouin! We don't stand in need of your
advice. Place yourself there: take the pen and write."

"I am ready, monseigneur; what am I to write?"

"There, that's the place: after the two lines already
traced."

"I am there."

"Write seven hundred and sixty thousand livres."

"That is written."

"Upon Lyons ---- " The cardinal appeared to hesitate.

"Upon Lyons," repeated Bernouin.

"Three millions nine hundred thousand livres."

"Well, monseigneur?"

"Upon Bordeaux seven millions."

"Seven?" repeated Bernouin.

"Yes," said the cardinal, pettishly, "seven." Then,
recollecting himself, "You understand, Bernouin," added he,