human
That will do, leave him alone, said the financier.
gpt
And so, sir, you demand a hundred thousand francs for the papers.
human
Yes, a hundred thousand francs,
gpt
What a blackguard, eh? he stammered.
human
Did you see his underhand looks? Fellows of that stamp have a timid air, but they would murder a man for twenty francs.
gpt
Pooh! he isn't terrible. I think one will be able to arrange matters with him--I came to see you about a much more worrying affair--You were right in mistrusting my wife, my dear friend. Just fancy, she's going to sell her share of the property to Monsieur Haffner. She needs money, she says. Her friend Suzanne must have influenced her.
human
This sale, continued Saccard,
gpt
You see, muttered he,
human
Ah! my friend! said the financier with a wily smile,
gpt
I have no more power over my wife than you seem to have over that blackguard of a Baptistin.