The Room of the Retired Baker.
The evening of the day on which the Count of Morcerf had left Danglars' house with feelings of shame and anger at the rejection of the projected alliance, M.Andrea Cavalcanti, with curled hair, mustaches in perfect order, and white gloves which fitted admirably, had entered the courtyard of the banker's house in La Chaussee d'Antin.He had not been more than ten minutes in the drawing-room before he drew Danglars aside into the recess of a bow-window, and, after an ingenious preamble, related to him all his anxieties and cares since his noble father's departure.He acknowledged the extreme kindness which had been shown him by the banker's family, in which he had been received as a son, and where, besides, his warmest affections had found an object on which to centre in Mademoiselle Danglars.Danglars listened with the most profound attention; he had expected this declaration for the last two or three days, and when at last it came his eyes glistened as much as they had lowered on listening to Morcerf.He would not, however, yield immediately to the young man's request, but made a few conscientious objections."Are you not rather young, M.
Andrea, to think of marrying?"
"I think not, sir," replied M.Cavalcanti; "in Italy the nobility generally marry young.Life is so uncertain, that we ought to secure happiness while it is within our reach.""Well, sir," said Danglars, "in case your proposals, which do me honor, are accepted by my wife and daughter, by whom shall the preliminary arrangements be settled? So important a negotiation should, I think, be conducted by the respective fathers of the young people.""Sir, my father is a man of great foresight and prudence.
Thinking that I might wish to settle in France, he left me at his departure, together with the papers establishing my identity, a letter promising, if he approved of my choice, 150,000 livres per annum from the day I was married.So far as I can judge, I suppose this to be a quarter of my father's revenue.""I," said Danglars, "have always intended giving my daughter 500,000 francs as her dowry; she is, besides, my sole heiress.""All would then be easily arranged if the baroness and her daughter are willing.We should command an annuity of 175,000 livres.Supposing, also, I should persuade the marquis to give me my capital, which is not likely, but still is possible, we would place these two or three millions in your hands, whose talent might make it realize ten per cent.""I never give more than four per cent, and generally only three and a half; but to my son-in-law I would give five, and we would share the profit.""Very good, father-in-law," said Cavalcanti, yielding to his low-born nature, which would escape sometimes through the aristocratic gloss with which he sought to conceal it.
Correcting himself immediately, he said, "Excuse me, sir;hope alone makes me almost mad, -- what will not reality do?""But," said Danglars, -- who, on his part, did not perceive how soon the conversation, which was at first disinterested, was turning to a business transaction, -- "there is, doubtless, a part of your fortune your father could not refuse you?""Which?" asked the young man.
"That you inherit from your mother."
"Truly, from my mother, Leonora Corsinari.""How much may it amount to?"
"Indeed, sir," said Andrea, "I assure you I have never given the subject a thought, but I suppose it must have been at least two millions." Danglars felt as much overcome with joy as the miser who finds a lost treasure, or as the shipwrecked mariner who feels himself on solid ground instead of in the abyss which he expected would swallow him up.
"Well, sir," said Andrea, bowing to the banker respectfully, "may I hope?""You may not only hope," said Danglars, "but consider it a settled thing, if no obstacle arises on your part.""I am, indeed, rejoiced," said Andrea.
"But," said Danglars thoughtfully, "how is it that your patron, M.de Monte Cristo, did not make his proposal for you?" Andrea blushed imperceptibly."I have just left the count, sir," said he; "he is, doubtless, a delightful man but inconceivably peculiar in his ideas.He esteems me highly.He even told me he had not the slightest doubt that my father would give me the capital instead of the interest of my property.He has promised to use his influence to obtain it for me; but he also declared that he never had taken on himself the responsibility of making proposals for another, and he never would.I must, however, do him the justice to add that he assured me if ever he had regretted the repugnance he felt to such a step it was on this occasion, because he thought the projected union would be a happy and suitable one.Besides, if he will do nothing officially, he will answer any questions you propose to him.
And now," continued he, with one of his most charming smiles, "having finished talking to the father-in-law, Imust address myself to the banker."
"And what may you have to say to him?" said Danglars, laughing in his turn.
"That the day after to-morrow I shall have to draw upon you for about four thousand francs; but the count, expecting my bachelor's revenue could not suffice for the coming month's outlay, has offered me a draft for twenty thousand francs.
It bears his signature, as you see, which is all-sufficient.""Bring me a million such as that," said Danglars, "I shall be well pleased," putting the draft in his pocket."Fix your own hour for to-morrow, and my cashier shall call on you with a check for eighty thousand francs.""At ten o'clock then, if you please; I should like it early, as I am going into the country to-morrow.""Very well, at ten o'clock;, you are still at the Hotel des Princes?""Yes."
