"Yes," said Danglars, while the perspiration started from the roots of his hair."Yes, keep it -- keep it."Monte Cristo replaced the notes in his pocket with that indescribable expression which seemed to say, "Come, reflect; if you repent there is till time.""No," said Danglars, "no, decidedly no; keep my signatures.
But you know none are so formal as bankers in transacting business; I intended this money for the charity fund, and Iseemed to be robbing them if I did not pay them with these precise bonds.How absurd -- as if one crown were not as good as another.Excuse me;" and he began to laugh loudly, but nervously.
"Certainly, I excuse you," said Monte Cristo graciously, "and pocket them." And he placed the bonds in his pocket-book.
"But," said Danglars, "there is still a sum of one hundred thousand francs?""Oh, a mere nothing," said Monte Cristo."The balance would come to about that sum; but keep it, and we shall be quits.""Count." said Danglars, "are you speaking seriously?""I never joke with bankers," said Monte Cristo in a freezing manner, which repelled impertinence; and he turned to the door, just as the valet de chambre announced, -- "M.de Boville, receiver-general of the charities.""Ma foi," said Monte Cristo; "I think I arrived just in time to obtain your signatures, or they would have been disputed with me."Danglars again became pale, and hastened to conduct the count out.Monte Cristo exchanged a ceremonious bow with M.
de Boville, who was standing in the waiting-room, and who was introduced into Danglars' room as soon as the count had left.The count's sad face was illumined by a faint smile, as he noticed the portfolio which the receiver-general held in his hand.At the door he found his carriage, and was immediately driven to the bank.Meanwhile Danglars, repressing all emotion, advanced to meet the receiver-general.We need not say that a smile of condescension was stamped upon his lips."Good-morning, creditor," said he; "for I wager anything it is the creditor who visits me.""You are right, baron," answered M.de Boville; "the charities present themselves to you through me: the widows and orphans depute me to receive alms to the amount of five millions from you.""And yet they say orphans are to be pitied," said Danglars, wishing to prolong the jest."Poor things!""Here I am in their name," said M.de Boville; "but did you receive my letter yesterday?""Yes."
"I have brought my receipt."
"My dear M.de Boville, your widows and orphans must oblige me by waiting twenty-four hours, since M.de Monte Cristo whom you just saw leaving here -- you did see him, I think?""Yes; well?"
"Well, M.de Monte Cristo has just carried off their five millions.""How so?"
"The count has an unlimited credit upon me; a credit opened by Thomson & French, of Rome; he came to demand five millions at once, which I paid him with checks on the bank.
My funds are deposited there, and you can understand that if I draw out ten millions on the same day it will appear rather strange to the governor.Two days will be a different thing," said Danglars, smiling.
"Come," said Boville, with a tone of entire incredulity, "five millions to that gentleman who just left, and who bowed to me as though he knew me?""Perhaps he knows you, though you do not know him; M.de Monte Cristo knows everybody.""Five millions!"
"Here is his receipt.Believe your own eyes." M.de Boville took the paper Danglars presented him, and read: --"Received of Baron Danglars the sum of five million one hundred thousand francs, to be repaid on demand by the house of Thomson & French of Rome.""It is really true," said M.de Boville.
"Do you know the house of Thomson & French?""Yes, I once had business to transact with it to the amount of 200,000 francs; but since then I have not heard it mentioned.""It is one of the best houses in Europe," said Danglars, carelessly throwing down the receipt on his desk.
