THE COUNT OF MONTE-CRISTO.
183
The man looked at the bank-notes, felt them, counted them; he turned pale, then red; then rushed into his room to drink a glass of water, but he had no time to reach the water-jug, and fainted in the midst of his dried herbs. Five minutes after the new telegram reached
the minister, Debray had the horses put to his carriage, and drove to Danglars'.
"Has your husband any Spanish bonds?" he asked of the baroness.
"I think so, indeed! He has six millions worth"
"He must sell them, at whatever price."