"You say you know me?" asked the dealer.

"I thought so. Are you not--" he seemed seeking for the name. "Are you
not Nicholas--"

The dealer looked frightened.

"Nicholas Trouchon, ironmonger, Rue de la Cossonnerie?"

"No, no!" cried the man, breathing more freely again.

"Never mind; will you buy all my armor, cuirass, sword, and all?"

"It is a forbidden commerce."

"I know that; he whom you dealt with just now called it out loud
enough."

"You heard!"

"Yes, all; and you were liberal. But be easy, I will not be hard upon
you; I have been a trader myself."

"What did you sell?"

"Never mind; I have made my fortune."--"I congratulate you."

"Well, will you buy all my armor?"