"Charmingly, as you see. I am come to talk to you about a thousand things; but, first tell me, were you going out or just returned?"
"I was going out, sir."
"Then, in order not to hinder you, I will get up with you, if you please, in your carriage, and Tom shall follow with my phaeton in tow."
"No," said the count, with an imperceptible smile of contempt, for he had no wish to be seen in the young man's society,—"no; I prefer listening to you here, my dear M. Andrea; we can chat better in-doors, and there is no coachman to overhear our conversation."
The count returned to a small drawing-room on the first floor, sat down, and, crossing his legs, motioned to the young man to take a seat also. Andrea assumed his gayest manner.
"You know, my dear count," said he, "the ceremony is to take place this evening. At nine o'clock the contract is to be signed at my father-in-law's."
"Ah! indeed?" said Monte-Cristo.
"What; is it news to you? Has not M. Danglars apprised you of the solemnity?"
"Oh, yes," said the count; "I received a letter from him yesterday, but I do not think the hour was mentioned."
"Possibly; my father-in-law trusted to its general notoriety."
"Well," said Monte-Cristo, "you are fortunate, M. Cavalcanti! it is a most suitable alliance you are contracting, and Mademoiselle Danglars is a pretty girl."
"Yes, indeed she is," replied Cavalcanti, with a very modest tone.
"Above all, she is very rich,—at least, I believe so," said Monte-Cristo.
"Very rich, do you think?" replied the young man.
"Doubtless; it is said M. Danglars conceals at least half of his fortune."
"And he acknowledges fifteen or twenty millions," said Andrea, with a look sparkling with joy.
"Without reckoning," added Monte-Cristo, "that he is on the eve of entering into a sort of speculation already in vogue in the United States and in England, but quite novel in France."
"Yes, yes, I know what you allude to, the railway, of which he has obtained the grant, is it not?"
"Precisely! it is generally believed he will gain ten millions by that affair."
"Ten millions! Do you think so? It is magnificent!" said Cavalcanti, who was quite confounded at the metallic sound of these golden words.
