Newman is looking for a world different from the simple, harsh realities of 19th-century American business. Monsieur has bought my picture, said Mademoiselle Noemie. When it's finished you'll carry it to him in a cab. A little, my daughter, a little? said M. Nioche perplexed. How much? Two thousand said Mademoiselle Noemie. Don't make a fuss or he'll take back his word. Two thousand cried the old man, and he began to fumble for his snuff-box. He looked at Newman from head to foot; he looked at his daughter and then at the picture. Take care you don't spoil it he cried almost sublimely. | The American by Henry James Fiction Classics, Paperback | Indigo Chapters