“And who found this father for you?”
“The Count of Monte Cristo.”
“The man whose house you have just left?”
“Yes.”
“I wish you would try and find me a situation with him as grandfather, since he holds the money-chest!”
“Well, I will mention you to him. Meanwhile, what are you going to do?”
“I?”
“Yes, you.”
“It is very kind of you to trouble yourself about me.”
“Since you interest yourself in my affairs, I think it is now my turn to ask you some questions.”
“Ah, true. Well; I shall rent a room in some respectable house, wear a decent coat, shave every day, and go and read the papers in a café. Then, in the evening, I shall go to the theatre; I shall look like some retired baker. That is what I want.”
“Come, if you will only put this scheme into execution, and be steady, nothing could be better.”
“Do you think so, M. Bossuet? And you—what will you become? A peer of France?”
“Ah,” said Andrea, “who knows?”
“Major Cavalcanti is already one, perhaps; but then, hereditary rank is abolished.”
“No politics, Caderousse. And now that you have all you want, and that we understand each other, jump down from the tilbury and disappear.”
“Not at all, my good friend.”
“How? Not at all?”
“Why, just think for a moment; with this red handkerchief on my head, with scarcely any shoes, no papers, and ten gold napoleons in my pocket, without reckoning what was there before—making in all about two hundred francs,—why, I should certainly be arrested at the barriers. Then, to justify myself, I should say that you gave me the money; this would cause inquiries, it would be found that I left Toulon without giving due notice, and I should then be escorted back to the shores of the Mediterranean. Then I should become simply No. 106, and good-bye to my dream of resembling the retired baker! No, no, my boy; I prefer remaining honorably in the capital.”