The millionaire was waving his hands and roaring after the manner of a man who has cultivated the art of brow-beating those with whom he does business; and as the Duke neared the group, he caught the words:
"No; that's the lowest I'll take. Take it or leave it. You can say Yes, or you can say Good-bye; and I don't care a hang which."
"It's very dear," said M. Charolais, in a mournful tone.
"Dear!" roared M. Gournay-Martin. "I should like to see any one else sell a hundred horse-power car for eight hundred pounds. Why, my good sir, you're having me!"
"No, no," protested M. Charolais feebly.
"I tell you you're having me," roared M. Gournay-Martin. "I'm letting you have a magnificent car for which I paid thirteen hundred pounds for eight hundred! It's scandalous the way you've beaten me down!"
"No, no," protested M. Charolais.
He seemed frightened out of his life by the vehemence of the big man.
"You wait till you've seen how it goes," said M. Gournay-Martin.
"Eight hundred is very dear," said M. Charolais.
"Come, come! You're too sharp, that's
