"It is understood, my good Bourdin, that in this affair your fees shall be the same as for an arrest." "General, I will not allow it; so long as I acted under your orders, have you not always allowed me to grind the debtors to the quick, treble the fees of arrest, costs, which you have afterward prosecuted to payment with as much activity as if they had been due to yourself?" "But, my dear comrade, that is different; in my turn I will not allow--" "General, you will humiliate me, if you do not allow me to offer you this as a feeble proof of my gratitude." "Very well; I shall struggle no longer with your generosity. Besides, your devotion will be a sweet recompense for the freedom that I have always maintained in our business affairs." "That is what I expect, my general; but can I not serve you in any other way? you must be horribly situated here, you, who like to be so much at your ease! You are in a cell by yourself, I hope?" "Certainly, and I arrived just in time, for I have the last vacant room. I have arranged myself as well as I can in my cell; I am not very badly off; I have a stove; I sent for a good arm-chair; I make three long repasts; I digest, I walk and sleep. Saving the inquietude which Alexandrine causes me, you see I am not much to be pitied." "But you are so much of a _gourmand_, general! the resources of the prison are so meager!" "But the provision merchant who lives in this street has been created, as it were, for my service. I have an open account with him, and every day he sends me a nice little basket; and while on this subject, and you are ready to do me a favor, beg good Mrs. Michonneau, who, by the way, is not so bad--" "Ah! rogue--rogue of a general!" "Come, my dear comrade, no evil thoughts," said the bailiff, "I am only a good customer and neighbor. Pray dear Mrs. Michonneau to put into my basket to-morrow some pickled funny fish; it is now in season; it will be good for my digestion, and make me thirsty." "Excellent idea!" "And then, let her send a hamper of Burgundy, Champagne, and Bordeaux, just like the last--she knows what that means! and let her add two bottles of her old 1817 Cognac, and a pound of pure Mocha, fresh ground and burned." "I will just note down the date of the brandy, so as not to forget it," said Bourdin, taking his notebook from his pocket. "Since you are writing, my dear comrade, have the goodness to note down to ask at my house for my eiderdown coverlet." "All this shall be executed to the letter, general. Be easy; I feel now a little more assured as to your good living. But do you take your walks pell-mell among the low prisoners?"