Re: Dash and Stella in Marseilles
"Oui, M'sieur. Ah, would zee M'sieur prefer coin, or weel banqnotes suffice?"
Dash thought about it; they wouldn't be in Marseille very long, and a pocket full of French coinage would be a weight he could do without -- as he already had a pocketful of British Sovreigns.
"Banqnotes will do, I suppose. But make them Ten Franc notes, if you would." Dash responded in a bored manner.
"As M'sieur wishes." the teller took the small stack of Sovreigns, then produced a small red-bound book and consulted a table within. Setting the book down he then placed a pair of small weights on one side of a nearby scale, then placed Dash's coins on the other side. Happy with the result, the Teller then scooped the gold coins into a drawer, and produced a bundle of French bills. He quickly and efficiently counted out seventeen bills, and slid them towards Dash.
"I 'ope M'sieur 'as had a pleasaunt experience, and weel tink of us again, for his future banking needs."
Dash accepted the bank notes, then casually looked around to see who was watching. Only a pair of uniformed guards were standing by the door.
Peeling one of the notes off his stack, Dash folded it one-handed, placed it down on the counter, and slid it back to the Teller.
"I dunno about the bank, my lad," Dash said with a smile and a wink, "but the service was excellent."
Turning towards the door, Dash again offers his arm to Stella, "Miss Mulberry."
Walking out of the bank, Dash looked up at the cabbie – who looked back with an impatient scowl.
Dash produced another ten franc note and handed it up to the driver, then turned to Stella.
“Could you tell him to take us to the port area, and to Mittlemann Brothers, Ship Outfitters?”