"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 five 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 will make a profit on them, idiot; gold is worth five sous premium."
"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."
"Secure her! But 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 only tell you that."
"Yes, since you have such a good memory."
"What do you want? I thought you had ransomed me."
"I? What an idea! I, who am going to give you another piece of good advice."
"What is it?"
