A Distinguished Provincial at Paris by Honoré de Balzac
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"Credit your account?" inquired the purchaser. "Old humbug! you would settle with me in eighteen months' time, with bills at a twelvemonth." "No. Settled at once," returned Vidal or Porchon. "Bills at nine months?" asked the publisher or author, who evidently was selling his book. "No, my dear fellow, twelve months," returned one of the firm of booksellers' agents. There was a pause. "You are simply cutting my throat!" said the visitor. "But in a year's time shall we have placed a hundred copies of _Leonide_?" said the other voice. "If books went off as fast as the publishers would like, we should be millionaires, my good sir; but they don't, they go as the public pleases. There is some one now bringing out an edition of Scott's novels at eighteen sous per volume, three livres twelve sous per copy, and you want me to give you more for your stale remainders? No. If you mean me to push this novel of yours, you must make it worth my while.--Vidal!" A stout man, with a pen behind his ear, came down from his desk. "How many copies of Ducange did you place last journey?" asked Porchon |
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