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, in truth; 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 important 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 Elysées?"
"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 frotteur."
"The rooms are all carpeted."
