"To whom!"
"Tell M. Cavalcanti something of the state of your finances."
"Ma foi! M. le Comte, you have touched upon a tender chord."
"Do you hear what he says, major?"
"Certainly I do."
"But do you understand?"
"I do."
"Your son says he requires money."
"Well! what would you have me do?" said the major.
"You should furnish him with some, of course," replied Moute-Cristo.
"I?"
"Yes, you!" said the count, at the same time advancing toward Andrea, and slipping a packet of bank-notes into the young man's hand.
"What is this?"
"It is from your father."
"From my father?"
"Yes; did you not tell him just now that you wanted money? Well, then, he deputes me to give you this."
"Am I to consider this as part of my income on account?"
"No! it is for the first expenses of your settling in Paris."
"Ah! how good my dear father is!"
"Silence!" said Monte-Cristo; "he does not wish you to know that it comes from him."
"I fully appreciate his delicacy," said Andrea, cramming the notes hastily into his pocket.
"And now, gentlemen, I wish you good-morning," said Monte-Cristo.
"And when shall we have the honor of seeing you again, M. le Comte?" asked Cavalcanti.
"Ah!" said Andrea, "when may we hope for that pleasure?"
"On Saturday, if you will yes. Let me see Saturday I am to dine at my country-house, at Auteuil, on that day, Rue de la Fontaine, No. 28. Several persons are invited, and amongst others, M. Danglars, your banker. I will introduce you to him; for it will be necessary he should know you, as he is to pay your money."
"Full dress?" said the major, half aloud.
"Oh! yes, certainly," said the count; "uniform, cross, knee-breeches!"
"And I?" demanded Andrea.
"Oh! very simply; black trousers, polished boots, white waistcoat, either a black or blue coat, and a long cravat. Go to Blin or Veronique
