"Mother," he said, "I suppose you don't want to sell this place?" The old woman eyed him a moment with her sharp dark eyes. "But, yes, _Monsieur_," she replied. "I should like it very well, only it is not possible. No one would be willing to pay my price. Oh, no, no one. No, indeed." "Well," said the Doctor, "how do you know that? What is the price?--Is it permitted to ask?" The old woman hesitated,--started to speak--changed her mind, and turned away, muttering. "Oh, no, _Monsieur_,--it is not worth the trouble--no one will ever pay my price." The Doctor jumped up, laughing, ran after her, took her by the arm, and led her back to the table. "Now, come, come, Mother," he remarked, "let us hear the price at any rate. I am so curious." "Well," said the Widow, "it is like this. I would like to get for it what my brother paid for it, when he bought it at the death of my father--it was to settle with the rest of the heirs--we were eight then. They are all dead but me. But no, no one will ever pay that price, so I may as well let it go to my niece. She is the last. She doesn't need it. She has land enough. The cultivator has a hard time these days. It is as much as I can do to make the old place feed me and pay the taxes, and I am getting old. But no one will ever pay the price, and what will my brother think of me when the _bon Dieu_ calls me, if I sell it for less than he paid? As for that, I don't know what he'll say to me for selling it at all. But I am getting old to live here alone--all alone. But no one will ever pay the price. So I may as well die here, and then my brother can't blame me. But it is lonely now, and I am growing too old. Besides, I don't suppose _you_ want to buy it. What would a gentleman do with this?" "Well," said the Doctor, "I don't really know what a _gentleman would_ do with it," and he added, under his breath, in English, "but I know mighty well what this fellow _could_ do with it, if he could get it," and he lighted a fresh cigarette. The keen old eyes had watched his face. "I don't suppose _you_ want to buy it?" she persisted. "Well," responded the Doctor, "how can a poor man like me say, if you don't care to name your price, and unless that price is within reason?" After some minutes of hesitation the old woman drew a deep breath. "Well," she said, with the determination of one who expected to be scoffed at, "I won't take a _sou_ less than my brother paid." "Come on, Mother," said the Doctor, "what _did_ your brother pay? No nonsense, you know." "Well, if you must know--it was FIVE THOUSAND FRANCS, and I can't and won't sell it for less. There, now!" There was a long silence. The Doctor and his companion avoided one another's eyes. After a while, he said in an undertone, in English: "By Jove, I'm going to buy it."