We went down the lane, by the body of the man in black, sodden now from the overnight hail, and broke into the woods at the foot of the hill.
A resident of the 7th arrondissement wanted to sell a large apartment to buy a smaller one. After entrusting us with the mandate, he was surprised to learn that we had found him a buyer. Even as he had not yet found accommodation, the buyer followed our advice and offered the seller to host it in the meantime.
A young couple who wanted to buy an apartment in the area where our agency is located spotted a good displayed in our window during closed hours. Without waiting and without moving from the sidewalk, they phoned the mobile number on the ad. Bargaining continued at the corner café, where the agency manager was sitting with the vendor.
How the adventure ended will be seen anon. Aouda was anxious, though she said nothing. As for Passepartout, he thought Mr. Fogg’s manoeuvre simply glorious.
During the first days, they went along smoothly enough. The sea was not very unpropitious, the wind seemed stationary in the north-east, the sails were hoisted.