《基督山伯爵》第081章 一位退休的面包师
THE EVENING of the day on which the Count of Morcerf had left Danglars' house with feelings of shame and anger at the rejection of the projected alliance, M. Andrea Cavalcanti, with curled hair, mustaches in perfect order, and white gloves which fitted admirably, had entered the courtyard of the banker's house in La Chauss茅e d'Antin. He had not been more than ten minutes in the drawing-room before he drew Danglars aside into the recess of a bow-window, and, after an ingenious preamble, related to him all his anxieties and cares since his noble father's departure. He acknowledged the extreme kindness which had been shown him by the banker's family, in which he had been received as a son, and where, besides, his warmest affections had found an object on which to centre in Mademoiselle Danglars. Danglars listened with the most profound attention; he had expected this declaration for the last two or three days, and when at last it came his eyes glistened as much as they had lowered on listening to Morcerf. He would not, however, yield immediately to the young man's request, but made a few conscientious objections. "Are you not rather young, M. Andrea, to think of marrying?"
"I think not, sir," replied M. Cavalcanti; "in Italy the nobility generally marry young. Life is so uncertain, that we ought to secure happiness while it is within our reach."
"Well, sir," said Danglars, "in case your proposals, which do me honor, are accepted by my wife and daughter, by whom shall the preliminary arrangements be settled? So important a negotiation should, I think, be conducted by the respective fathers of the young people."
"Sir, my father is a man of great foresight and prudence. Thinking that I might wish to settle in France, he left me at his departure, together with the papers establishing my identity, a letter promising, if he approved of my choice, 150,000 livres per annum from the day I was married. So far as I can judge, I suppose this to be a quarter of my father's revenue."
"I," said Danglars, "have always intended giving my daughter 500,000 francs as her dowry; she is, besides, my sole heiress."
"All would then be easily arranged if the baroness and her daughter are willing. We should command an annuity of 175,000 livres. Supposing, also, I should persuade the marquis to give me my capital, which is not likely, but still is possible, we would place these two or three millions in your hands, whose talent might make it realize ten per cent."
"I never give more than four per cent, and generally only three and a half; but to my son-in-law I would give five, and we would share the profit."
"Very good, father-in-law," said Cavalcanti, yielding to his low-born nature, which would escape sometimes through the aristocratic gloss with which he sought to conceal it. Correcting himself immediately, he said, "Excuse me, sir; hope alone makes me almost mad,--what will not reality do?"
"But," said Danglars,--who, on his part, did not perceive how soon the conversation, which was at first disinterested, was turning to a business transaction,--"there is, doubtless, a part of your fortune your father could not refuse you?"
"Which?" asked the young man.
"That you inherit from your mother."
"Truly, from my mother, Leonora Corsinari."
"How much may it amount to?"
"Indeed, sir," said Andrea, "I assure you I have never given the subject a thought, but I suppose it must have been at least two millions." Danglars felt as much overcome with joy as the miser who finds a lost treasure, or as the shipwrecked mariner who feels himself on solid ground instead of in the abyss which he expected would swallow him up.
"Well, sir," said Andrea, bowing to the banker respectfully, "may I hope?"
"You may not only hope," said Danglars, "but consider it a settled thing, if no obstacle arises on your part."
"I am, indeed, rejoiced," said Andrea.
"But," said Danglars thoughtfully, "how is it that your patron, M. de Monte Cristo, did not make his proposal for you?" Andrea blushed imperceptibly. "I have just left the count, sir," said he; "he is, doubtless, a delightful man but inconceivably peculiar in his ideas. He esteems me highly. He even told me he had not the slightest doubt that my father would give me the capital instead of the interest of my property. He has promised to use his influence to obtain it for me; but he also declared that he never had taken on himself the responsibility of making proposals for another, and he never would. I must, however, do him the justice to add that he assured me if ever he had regretted the repugnance he felt to such a step it was on this occasion, because he thought the projected union would be a happy and suitable one. Besides, if he will do nothing officially, he will answer any questions you propose to him. And now," continued he, with one of his most charming smiles, "having finished talking to the father-in-law, I must address myself to the banker."
"And what may you have to say to him?" said Danglars, laughing in his turn.
"That the day after to-morrow I shall have to draw upon you for about four thousand francs; but the count, expecting my bachelor's revenue could not suffice for the coming month's outlay, has offered me a draft for twenty thousand francs. It bears his signature, as you see, which is all-sufficient."
"Bring me a million such as that," said Danglars, "I shall be well pleased," putting the draft in his pocket. "Fix your own hour for to-morrow, and my cashier shall call on you with a check for eighty thousand francs."
"At ten o'clock then, if you please; I should like it early, as I am going into the country to-morrow."
"Very well, at ten o'clock;, you are still at the H?tel des Princes?"
"Yes."
The following morning, with the banker's usual punctuality, the eighty thousand francs were placed in the young man's hands as he was on the point of starting, after having left two hundred francs for Caderousse. He went out chiefly to avoid this dangerous enemy, and returned as late as possible in the evening. But scarcely had be stepped out of his carriage when the porter met him with a parcel in his hand. "Sir," said he, "that man has been here."
"What man?" said Andrea carelessly, apparently forgetting him whom he but too well recollected.
"Him to whom your excellency pays that little annuity."
"Oh," said Andrea, "my father's old servant. Well, you gave him the two hundred francs I had left for him?"
"Yes, your excellency." Andrea had expressed a wish to be thus addressed. "But," continued the porter, "he would not take them." Andrea turned pale, but as it was dark his pallor was not perceptible. "What? he would not take them?" said he with slight emotion.
"No, he wished to speak to your excellency; I told him you were gone out, and after some dispute he believed me and gave me this letter, which he had brought with him already sealed."
"Give it me," said Andrea, and he read by the light of his carriage-lamp,--"You know where I live; I expect you tomorrow morning at nine o'clock."
Andrea examined it carefully, to ascertain if the letter had been opened, or if any indiscreet eyes had seen its contents; but it was so carefully folded, that no one could have read it, and the seal was perfect. "Very well," said he. "Poor man, he is a worthy creature." He left the porter to ponder on these words, not knowing which most to admire, the master or the servant. "Take out the horses quickly, and come up to me," said Andrea to his groom. In two seconds the young man had reached his room and burnt Caderousse's letter. The servant entered just as he had finished. "You are about my height, Pierre," said he.
"I have that honor, your excellency."
"You had a new livery yesterday?"
"Yes, sir."
"I have an engagement with a pretty little girl for this evening, and do not wish to be known; lend me your livery till to-morrow. I may sleep, perhaps, at an inn." Pierre obeyed. Five minutes after, Andrea left the hotel, completely disguised, took a cabriolet, and ordered the driver to take him to the Cheval Rouge, at Picpus. The next morning he left that inn as he had left the H?tel des Princes, without being noticed, walked down the Faubourg St. Antoine, along the boulevard to Rue M茅nilmontant, and stopping at the door of the third house on the left looked for some one of whom to make inquiry in the porter's absence. "For whom are you looking, my fine fellow?" asked the fruiteress on the opposite side.
"Monsieur Pailletin, if you please, my good woman," replied Andrea.
"A retired baker?" asked the fruiteress.
"Exactly."
"He lives at the end of the yard, on the left, on the third story." Andrea went as she directed him, and on the third floor he found a hare's paw, which, by the hasty ringing of the bell, it was evident he pulled with considerable ill-temper. A moment after Caderousse's face appeared at the grating in the door. "Ah, you are punctual," said he, as he drew back the door.
"Confound you and your punctuality！" said Andrea, throwing himself into a chair in a manner which implied that he would rather have flung it at the head of his host.
"Come, come, my little fellow, don't be angry. See, I have thought about you--look at the good breakfast we are going to have; nothing but what you are fond of." Andrea, indeed, inhaled the scent of something cooking which was not unwelcome to him, hungry as he was; it was that mixture of fat and garlic peculiar to provincial kitchens of an inferior order, added to that of dried fish, and above all, the pungent smell of musk and cloves. These odors escaped from two deep dishes which were covered and placed on a stove, and from a copper pan placed in an old iron pot. In an adjoining room Andrea saw also a tolerably clean table prepared for two, two bottles of wine sealed, the one with green, the other with yellow, a supply of brandy in a decanter, and a measure of fruit in a cabbage-leaf, cleverly arranged on an earthenware plate.
"What do you think of it, my little fellow?" said Caderousse. "Ay, that smells good！ You know I used to be a famous cook; do you recollect how you used to lick your fingers? You were among the first who tasted any of my dishes, and I think you relished them tolerably." While speaking, Caderousse went on peeling a fresh supply of onions.
"But," said Andrea, ill-temperedly, "by my faith, if it was only to breakfast with you, that you disturbed me, I wish the devil had taken you！"
"My boy," said Caderousse sententiously, "one can talk while eating. And then, you ungrateful being, you are not pleased to see an old friend? I am weeping with joy." He was truly crying, but it would have been difficult to say whether joy or the onions produced the greatest effect on the lachrymal glands of the old inn-keeper of the Pont-du-Gard. "Hold your tongue, hypocrite," said Andrea; "you love me！"
"Yes, I do, or may the devil take me. I know it is a weakness," said Caderousse, "but it overpowers me."
"And yet it has not prevented your sending for me to play me some trick."
"Come," said Caderousse, wiping his large knife on his apron, "if I did not like you, do you think I should endure the wretched life you lead me? Think for a moment. You have your servant's clothes on--you therefore keep a servant; I have none, and am obliged to prepare my own meals. You abuse my cookery because you dine at the table d'h&ocitc;te of the H?tel des Princes, or the Caf茅 de Paris. Well, I too could keep a servant; I too could have a tilbury; I too could dine where I like; but why do I not? Because I would not annoy my little Benedetto. Come, just acknowledge that I could, eh?" This address was accompanied by a look which was by no means difficult to understand. "Well," said Andrea, "admitting your love, why do you want me to breakfast with you?"
"That I may have the pleasure of seeing you, my little fellow."
"What is the use of seeing me after we have made all our arrangements?"
"Eh, dear friend," said Caderousse, "are wills ever made without codicils? But you first came to breakfast, did you not? Well, sit down, and let us begin with these pilchards, and this fresh butter; which I have put on some vine-leaves to please you, wicked one. Ah, yes; you look at my room, my four straw chairs, my images, three francs each. But what do you expect? This is not the H?tel des Princes."
"Come, you are growing discontented, you are no longer happy; you, who only wish to live like a retired baker." Caderousse sighed. "Well, what have you to say? you have seen your dream realized."
"I can still say it is a dream; a retired baker, my poor Benedetto, is rich--he has an annuity."
"Well, you have an annuity."
"I have?"
"Yes, since I bring you your two hundred francs." Caderousse shrugged his shoulders. "It is humiliating," said he, "thus to receive money given grudgingly, ---an uncertain supply which may soon fail. You see I am obliged to economize, in case your prosperity should cease. Well, my friend, fortune is inconstant, as the chaplain of the regiment said. I know your prosperity is great, you rascal; you are to marry the daughter of Danglars."
"What? of Danglars?"
"Yes, to be sure; must I say Baron Danglars? I might as well say Count Benedetto. He was an old friend of mine and if he had not so bad a memory he ought to invite me to your wedding, seeing he came to mine. Yes, yes, to mine; gad, he was not so proud then,--he was an under-clerk to the good M. Morrel. I have dined many times with him and the Count of Morcerf, so you see I have some high connections and were I to cultivate them a little, we might meet in the same drawing-rooms."
"Come, your jealousy represents everything to you in the wrong light."
"That is all very fine, Benedetto mio, but I know what I am saying. Perhaps I may one day put on my best coat, and presenting myself at the great gate, introduce myself. Meanwhile let us sit down and eat." Caderousse set the example and attacked the breakfast with good appetite, praising each dish he set before his visitor. The latter seemed to have resigned himself; he drew the corks, and partook largely of the fish with the garlic and fat. "Ah, mate," said Caderousse, "you are getting on better terms with your old landlord！"
"Faith, yes," replied Andrea, whose hunger prevailed over every other feeling.
"So you like it, you rogue?"
"So much that I wonder how a man who can cook thus can complain of hard living."
"Do you see," said Caderousse, "all my happiness is marred by one thought?"
"What is that?"
"That I am dependent on another, I who have always gained my own livelihood honestly."
"Do not let that disturb you, I have enough for two."
"No, truly; you may believe me if you will; at the end of every month I am tormented by remorse."
"Good Caderousse！"
"So much so, that yesterday I would not take the two hundred francs."
"Yes, you wished to speak to me; but was it indeed remorse, tell me?"
"True remorse; and, besides, an idea had struck me." Andrea shuddered; he always did so at Caderousse's ideas. "It is miserable--do you see?--always to wait till the end of the month.--"Oh," said Andrea philosophically, determined to watch his companion narrowly, "does not life pass in waiting? Do I, for instance, fare better? Well, I wait patiently, do I not?"
"Yes; because instead of expecting two hundred wretched francs, you expect five or six thousand, perhaps ten, perhaps even twelve, for you take care not to let any one know the utmost. Down there, you always had little presents and Christmas-boxes which you tried to hide from your poor friend Caderousse. Fortunately he is a cunning fellow, that friend Caderousse."
"There you are beginning again to ramble, to talk again and again of the past！ But what is the use of teasing me with going all over that again?"
"Ah, you are only one and twenty, and can forget the past; I am fifty, and am obliged to recollect it. But let us return to business."
"Yes."
"I was going to say, if I were in your place"--
"Well."
"I would realize"--
"How would you realize?"
"I would ask for six months' in advance, under pretence of being able to purchase a farm, then with my six months I would decamp."
"Well, well," said Andrea, "that isn't a bad idea."
"My dear friend," said Caderousse, "eat of my bread, and take my advice; you will be none the worse off, physically or morally."
"But," said Andrea, "why do you not act on the advice you gave me? Why do you not realize a six months', a year's advance even, and retire to Brussels? Instead of living the retired baker, you might live as a bankrupt, using his privileges; that would be very good."
"But how the devil would you have me retire on twelve hundred francs?"
"Ah, Caderousse," said Andrea, "how covetous you are！ Two months ago you were dying with hunger."
"The appetite grows by what it feeds on," said Caderousse, grinning and showing his teeth, like a monkey laughing or a tiger growling. "And," added he, biting off with his large white teeth an enormous mouthful of bread, "I have formed a plan." Caderousse's plans alarmed Andrea still more than his ideas; ideas were but the germ, the plan was reality. "Let me see your plan; I dare say it is a pretty one."
"Why not? Who formed the plan by which we left the establishment of M ----！ eh? was it not I? and it was no bad one I believe, since here we are！"
"I do not say," replied Andrea, "that you never make a good one; but let us see your plan."
"Well," pursued Caderousse, "can you without expending one sou, put me in the way of getting fifteen thousand francs? No, fifteen thousand are not enough,--I cannot again become an honest man with less than thirty thousand francs."
"No," replied Andrea, dryly, "no, I cannot."
"I do not think you understand me," replied Caderousse, calmly; "I said without your laying out a sou."
"Do you want me to commit a robbery, to spoil all my good fortune--and yours with mine--and both of us to be dragged down there again?"
"It would make very little difference to me," said Caderousse, "if I were retaken, I am a poor creature to live alone, and sometimes pine for my old comrades; not like you, heartless creature, who would be glad never to see them again." Andrea did more than tremble this time, he turned pale.
"Come, Caderousse, no nonsense！" said he.
"Don't alarm yourself, my little Benedetto, but just point out to me some means of gaining those thirty thousand francs without your assistance, and I will contrive it."
"Well, I'll see--I'll try to contrive some way," said Andrea.
"Meanwhile you will raise my monthly allowance to five hundred francs, my little fellow? I have a fancy, and mean to get a housekeeper."
"Well, you shall have your five hundred francs," said Andrea; "but it is very hard for me, my poor Caderousse--you take advantage"--
"Bah," said Caderousse, "when you have access to countless stores." One would have said Andrea anticipated his companion's words, so did his eye flash like lightning, but it was but for a moment. "True," he replied, "and my protector is very kind."
"That dear protector," said Caderousse; "and how much does he give you monthly?"
"Five thousand francs."
"As many thousands as you give me hundreds！ Truly, it is only bastards who are thus fortunate. Five thousand francs per month！ What the devil can you do with all that?"
"Oh, it is no trouble to spend that; and I am like you, I want capital."
"Capital?--yes--I understand--every one would like capital."
"Well, and I shall get it."
"Who will give it to you--your prince?"
"Yes, my prince. But unfortunately I must wait."
"You must wait for what?" asked Caderousse.
"For his death "
"The death of your prince?"
"Yes."
"How so?"
"Because he has made his will in my favor."
"Indeed?"
"On my honor."
"For how much?"
"For five hundred thousand."
"Only that? It's little enough "
"But so it is."
"No it cannot be！"
"Are you my friend, Caderousse?"
"Yes, in life or death."
"Well, I will tell you a secret."
"What is it?"
"But remember"--
"Ah, mute as a carp."
"Well, I think"--Andrea stopped and looked around.
"You think? Do not fear; pardieu, we are alone."
"I think I have discovered my father."
"Your true father?"
"Yes."
"Not old Cavalcanti?"
"No, for he has gone again; the true one, as you say."
"And that father is"--
"Well, Caderousse, it is Monte Cristo."
"Bah！"
"Yes, you understand, that explains all. He cannot acknowledge me openly, it appears, but he does it through M. Cavalcanti, and gives him fifty thousand francs for it."
"Fifty thousand francs for being your father? I would have done it for half that, for twenty thousand, for fifteen thousand; why did you not think of me, ungrateful man?"
"Did I know anything about it, when it was all done when I was down there?"
"Ah, truly? And you say that by his will"--
"He leaves me five hundred thousand livres."
"Are you sure of it?"
"He showed it me; but that is not all--there is a codicil, as I said just now."
"Probably."
"And in that codicil he acknowledges me."
"Oh, the good father, the brave father, the very honest father！" said Caderousse, twirling a plate in the air between his two hands.
"Now say if I conceal anything from you?"
"No, and your confidence makes you honorable in my opinion; and your princely father, is he rich, very rich?"
"Yes, he is that; he does not himself know the amount of his fortune."
"Is it possible?"
"It is evident enough to me, who am always at his house. The other day a banker's clerk brought him fifty thousand francs in a portfolio about the size of your plate; yesterday his banker brought him a hundred thousand francs in gold." Caderousse was filled with wonder; the young man's words sounded to him like metal, and he thought he could hear the rushing of cascades of louis. "And you go into that house?" cried he briskly.
"When I like."
Caderousse was thoughtful for a moment. It was easy to perceive he was revolving some unfortunate idea in his mind. Then suddenly,--"How I should like to see all that," cried he; "how beautiful it must be！"
"It is, in fact, magnificent," said Andrea.
"And does he not live in the Champs-Elys茅es?"
"Yes, No. 30."
"Ah," said Caderousse, "No. 30."
"Yes, a fine house standing alone, between a court-yard and a garden,--you must know it."
"Possibly; but it is not the exterior I care for, it is the interior. What beautiful furniture there must be in it！"
"Have you ever seen the Tuileries?"
"No."
"Well, it surpasses that."
"It must be worth one's while to stoop, Andrea, when that good M. Monte Cristo lets fall his purse."
"It is not worth while to wait for that," said Andrea; "money is as plentiful in that house as fruit in an orchard."
"But you should take me there one day with you."
"How can I? On what plea?"
"You are right; but you have made my mouth water. I must absolutely see it; I shall find a way."
"No nonsense, Caderousse！"
"I will offer myself as floor-polisher."
"The rooms are all carpeted."
"Well, then, I must be contented to imagine it."
"That is the best plan, believe me."
"Try, at least, to give me an idea of what it is."
"How can I?"
"Nothing is easier. Is it large?"
"Middling."
"How is it arranged?"
"Faith, I should require pen, ink, and paper to make a plan."
"They are all here," said Caderousse, briskly. He fetched from an old secretary a sheet of white paper and pen and ink. "Here," said Caderousse, "draw me all that on the paper, my boy." Andrea took the pen with an imperceptible smile and began. "The house, as I said, is between the court and the garden; in this way, do you see?" Andrea drew the garden, the court and the house.
"High walls?"
"Not more than eight or ten feet."
"That is not prudent," said Caderousse.
"In the court are orange-trees in pots, turf, and clumps of flowers."
"And no steel-traps?"
"No."
"The stables?"
"Are on either side of the gate, which you see there." And Andrea continued his plan.
"Let us see the ground floor," said Caderousse.
"On the ground-floor, dining-room, two drawing-rooms, billiard-room, staircase in the hall, and a little back staircase."
"Windows?"
"Magnificent windows, so beautiful, so large, that I believe a man of your size should pass through each frame."
"Why the devil have they any stairs with such windows?"
"Luxury has everything."
"But shutters?"
"Yes, but they are never used. That Count of Monte Cristo is an original, who loves to look at the sky even at night."
"And where do the servants sleep?"
"Oh, they have a house to themselves. Picture to yourself a pretty coach-house at the right-hand side where the ladders are kept. Well, over that coach-house are the servants' rooms, with bells corresponding with the different apartments."
"Ah, diable--bells did you say?"
"What do you mean?"
"Oh. nothing！ I only say they cost a load of money to hang, and what is the use of them, I should like to know?"
"There used to be a dog let loose in the yard at night, but it has been taken to the house at Auteuil, to that you went to, you know."
"Yes."
"I was saying to him only yesterday, 'You are imprudent, Monsieur Count; for when you go to Auteuil and take your servants the house is left unprotected.' Well,' said he, 'what next?' 'Well, next, some day you will be robbed.'"
"What did he answer?"
"He quietly said, 'What do I care if I am?'"
"Andrea, he has some secretary with a spring."
"How do you know?"
"Yes, which catches the thief in a trap and plays a tune. I was told there were such at the last exhibition."
"He has simply a mahogany secretary, in which the key is always kept."
"And he is not robbed?"
"No; his servants are all devoted to him."
"There ought to be some money in that secretary?"
"There may be. No one knows what there is."
"And where is it?"
"On the first floor."
"Sketch me the plan of that floor, as you have done of the ground floor, my boy."
"That is very simple." Andrea took the pen. "On the first story, do you see, there is the anteroom and the drawing-room; to the right of the drawing-room, a library and a study; to the left, a bedroom and a dressing-room. The famous secretary is in the dressing-room."
"Is there a window in the dressing-room?"
"Two,--one here and one there." Andrea sketched two windows in the room, which formed an angle on the plan, and appeared as a small square added to the rectangle of the bedroom. Caderousse became thoughtful. "Does he often go to Auteuil?" added he.
"Two or three times a week. To-morrow, for instance, he is going to spend the day and night there."
"Are you sure of it?"
"He has invited me to dine there."
"There's a life for you," said Caderousse; "a town house and a country house."
"That is what it is to be rich."
"And shall you dine there?"
"Probably."
"When you dine there, do you sleep there?"
"If I like; I am at home there." Caderousse looked at the young man, as if to get at the truth from the bottom of his heart. But Andrea drew a cigar-case from his pocket, took a havana, quietly lit it, and began smoking. "When do you want your twelve hundred francs?" said he to Caderousse.
"Now, if you have them." Andrea took five and twenty louis from his pocket.
"Yellow boys?" said Caderousse; "no, I thank you."
"Oh, you despise them."
"On the contrary, I esteem them, but will not have them."
"You can change them, idiot; gold is worth five sous."
"Exactly; and he who changes them will follow friend Caderousse, lay hands on him, and demand what farmers pay him their rent in gold. No nonsense, my good fellow; silver simply, round coins with the head of some monarch or other on them. Anybody may possess a five-franc piece."
"But do you suppose I carry five hundred francs about with me? I should want a porter."
"Well, leave them with your porter; he is to be trusted. I will call for them."
"To-day?"
"No, to-morrow; I shall not have time to day."
"Well, to-morrow I will leave them when I go to Auteuil."
"May I depend on it?"
"Certainly."
"Because I shall secure my housekeeper on the strength of it."
"Now see here, will that be all? Eh? And will you not torment me any more?"
"Never." Caderousse had become so gloomy that Andrea feared he should be obliged to notice the change. He redoubled his gayety and carelessness. "How sprightly you are," said Caderousse; "One would say you were already in possession of your property."
"No, unfortunately; but when I do obtain it"--
"Well?"
"I shall remember old friends, I can tell you that."
"Yes, since you have such a good memory."
"What do you want? It looks as if you were trying to fleece me?"
"I? What an idea！ I, who am going to give you another piece of good advice."
"What is it?"
"To leave behind you the diamond you have on your finger. We shall both get into trouble. You will ruin both yourself and me by your folly."
"How so?" said Andrea.
"How? You put on a livery, you disguise yourself as a servant, and yet keep a diamond on your finger worth four or five thousand francs."
"You guess well."
"I know something of diamonds; I have had some."
"You do well to boast of it," said Andrea, who, without becoming angry, as Caderousse feared, at this new extortion, quietly resigned the ring. Caderousse looked so closely at it that Andrea well knew that he was examining to see if all the edges were perfect.
"It is a false diamond," said Caderousse.
"You are joking now," replied Andrea.
"Do not be angry, we can try it." Caderousse went to the window, touched the glass with it, and found it would cut.
"Confiteor！" said Caderousse, putting the diamond on his little finger; "I was mistaken; but those thieves of jewellers imitate so well that it is no longer worth while to rob a jeweller's shop--it is another branch of industry paralyzed."
"Have you finished?" said Andrea,--"do you want anything more?--will you have my waistcoat or my hat? Make free, now you have begun."
"No; you are, after all, a good companion; I will not detain you, and will try to cure myself of my ambition."
"But take care the same thing does not happen to you in selling the diamond you feared with the gold."
"I shall not sell it--do not fear."
"Not at least till the day after to-morrow," thought the young man.
"Happy rogue," said Caderousse; "you are going to find your servants, your horses, your carriage, and your betrothed！"
"Yes," said Andrea.
"Well, I hope you will make a handsome wedding-present the day you marry Mademoiselle Danglars."
"I have already told you it is a fancy you have taken in your head."
"What fortune has she?"
"But I tell you"--
"A million?" Andrea shrugged his shoulders.
"Let it be a million," said Caderousse; "you can never have so much as I wish you."
"Thank you," said the young man.
"Oh, I wish it you with all my heart！" added Caderousse with his hoarse laugh. "Stop, let me show you the way."
"It is not worth while."
"Yes, it is."
"Why?"
"Because there is a little secret, a precaution I thought it desirable to take, one of Huret & Fitchet's locks, revised and improved by Gaspard Caderousse; I will manufacture you a similar one when you are a capitalist."
"Thank you," said Andrea; "I will let you know a week beforehand." They parted. Caderousse remained on the landing until he had not only seen Andrea go down the three stories, but also cross the court. Then he returned hastily, shut his door carefully, and began to study, like a clever architect, the plan Andrea had left him.
"Dear Benedetto," said he, "I think he will not be sorry to inherit his fortune, and he who hastens the day when he can touch his five hundred thousand will not be his worst friend."
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安德烈仔细地检查了一下那封信，看是否曾被人拆开过，是否被人偷看过里面的内容：但这封信的封口非常缜密，假如有人想偷看，则必须撕破封口，可封口却原封未动。鈥満眉耍�澦担�溈闪∷媸且桓隼虾萌恕ｂ�澦旅欧浚盟ハ赶傅鼐捉勒饧妇浠埃笳弑慌媚涿畹模恢勒庵髌投司烤鼓囊桓龈档们张濉ｂ�湼峡煨堵恚侠醇遥�澃驳铝叶运穆矸蛩怠Ｕ飧銮嗄昙覆教怂姆考洌⒖躺盏袅丝ǖ侣乘沟男拧８找煌晔拢腿司徒戳恕ｂ�溎愕纳聿暮臀也畈欢啵永ｂ�澦怠�
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安德烈的确嗅到了饭菜的香味，他对于这种气味倒并非不欢迎，因为他实在饿极了，他所闻到的，是下等乡下厨房里所特有的那种马肉和大蒜的混合味；此外，还有红烧鱼的香味，而最强烈的，则是那刺鼻的茴香味。这些气味是从两只炉子上的两只盖着的菜碟和一只放在铁炉上的一只锅里散发出来的。在隔壁房间里，安德烈看到有一张相当干净的桌子，上面摆着两副餐具，两瓶酒，一瓶的封口是绿色的，一瓶的封口是黄色的，一只玻璃杯里装着很多白兰地，一只瓦盆里巧妙地堆叠着几种水果，水果底下垫着一叶椰菜。
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卡德鲁斯叹了一口气。
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卡德鲁斯耸了耸他的肩。鈥溝笳庋闱肯蛉颂智茫翟谔沉耍�澦担�溡槐什晃榷ǖ氖杖氩痪没蛐砭突岫暇摹Ｄ憧矗也坏貌皇〕约笥茫苑滥愕牡乖恕０Γ业呐笥眩耸潜浠蕹５模馐悄歉鲡�斺�斈歉鼍永锏慕淌克档幕啊Ｎ抑滥愕脑似芎茫阏饣斓埃憔鸵⑻诟窭呐恕ｂ��
鈥準裁矗√诟窭♀��
鈥準堑模比皇堑模∧训酪乙欢ǖ盟堤诟窭芯袈穑坷鲜蹈嫠吣悖茨岽胁簦俏业睦吓笥选＜偃缢募且淞Σ荒敲丛愕幕埃Ω美辞胛胰ズ饶愕南簿啤Ｒ蛭渭恿宋业幕槔瘛Ｊ堑模堑模渭恿宋业模〉比唬∷郧翱刹幌笙衷谡庋景粒鞘敝皇悄呛眯某Φ哪锥壬窒碌囊桓鲂≈霸薄Ｎ腋吐矶虿粼黄鸪怨枚啻畏埂Ｋ阅憧矗乙灿幸恍┨迕娴墓叵担俏野涯侵止叵德约臃⒄梗颐腔蛐砘鼓茉谕桓隹吞锛婺摹ｂ��
鈥満撸亩始尚南衷诩蛑笔鼓阋煜胩炜耍ǖ侣乘埂ｂ��
鈥溡煜胩炜埠懿淮硌剑业谋茨岽校抑雷约涸谒凳裁椿啊；蛐碛幸惶煳一岽┥舷笱囊路叩剿羌业拇竺趴冢担衡�樓肟牛♀�櫟衷冢颐乔易吕闯远靼伞ｂ��
卡德鲁斯自作榜样，胃口极好地吃起那顿早餐来，每端一样菜到他的客人面前，就称赞一番。后者似乎屈服了；他拔开了酒瓶塞子，割了一大块鱼以及大蒜和肥肉。鈥湴。锇椋♀��
卡德鲁斯说，鈥溎阃愕睦隙衣睾秃闷鹄戳税桑♀��
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鈥準裁茨钔罚库��
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鈥溕屏嫉目ǖ侣乘梗♀��
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安德烈不禁打了个寒颤；卡德鲁斯每起一个念头，他总是要打寒颤的。
鈥溦庹嫱纯唷Ｄ憧纯刹皇锹穑坷鲜且鹊矫扛鲈碌脑碌住ｂ��
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鈥満玫摹ｂ��
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鈥溨挥幸磺Ф俜ɡ桑憬形以趺赐诵菽兀库��
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鈥溛缚谑怯杂蟮难剑�澘ǖ侣乘顾担α艘幌拢蠛镒哟笮蚶匣⑴叵蹦茄冻隽怂难莱荨ｂ�湺遥�澦媚切┯执笥职椎难莱菀铝艘淮罂槊姘炙档溃�溛蚁氤隽艘桓黾苹ｂ�澃驳铝叶钥ǖ侣乘沟募苹群玫哪钔犯ε拢钔分皇桥咛ィ苹词窍质盗恕�
鈥溔梦依纯纯茨愕募苹桑腋宜的且欢ê懿淮怼ｂ��
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鈥溛也⒚挥兴的愦永床辉氤龉桓龊眉苹�澃驳铝一卮穑�湹胰梦颐抢纯纯茨阆衷诘恼飧黾苹伞ｂ��
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安德烈这次不仅打了一个寒颤，而且脸色都变苍白了。
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或许有人会说安德烈正期待他的同伴说这句话，因为他的眼睛顿时亮了起来，但那种光立刻就消失了。
鈥湶淮恚�澦鸬溃�溛业谋；と舜曳浅Ｇ浊小ｂ��
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鈥溎愀椅灏伲阄迩В≌媸堑模挥兴缴硬拍芙坏秸庋暮迷恕Ｎ迩Хɡ梢桓鲈拢∧敲炊嗲憧稍趺从媚兀库��
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鈥溹牛∥铱梢耘揭槐省ｂ��
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鈥溛裁茨兀库��
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鈥溦娴模库��
鈥溡匀烁竦１！ｂ��
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鈥溛迨颉ｂ��
鈥溇驼饷锤鍪浚」簧俚睦玻♀��
鈥湹率等绱恕ｂ��
鈥湶唬豢赡艿模♀��
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鈥湴。比宦蓿【恍孤ｂ��
鈥溹牛∥蚁脞�斺�斺��
安德烈住了嘴，四下里望了一下。
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鈥準裁矗♀��
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鈥溦饧挛沂孪仍趺粗溃课颐腔乖谀歉龅胤降氖焙蚓鸵磺卸及才藕昧恕ｂ��
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鈥溋舾宋椅迨蚶锔ァｂ��
鈥溎隳苋范穑库��
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鈥溇褂姓庵质拢库��
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卡德鲁斯吃惊极了。在他听来，这个青年人的话简直象金属那样响亮；他好象已听到了金路易玎玲当啷的声音。鈥溎隳茏呓亲孔樱库�澦甭实睾暗馈�
鈥溨灰腋咝耍媸倍寄芙ァｂ��
卡德鲁斯想了一会儿。他脑了里正在转一个重要的念头，这是很容易看得出来的。然后他突然大声说道：鈥溛叶嘞肴タ纯囱剑∧且欢ê苊腊桑♀��
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鈥溎慵烈晾绽锕挥校库��
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鈥湵鹚捣匣傲耍ǖ侣乘梗♀��
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安德烈带着一个难以觉察的微笑拿起笔，开始画起来。
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