"What an appetite you used to have! Is it as good now?""Oh, yes," replied Andrea, laughing.
"How did you come to be dining with that prince whose house you have just left?""He is not a prince; simply a count."
"A count, and a rich one too, eh?"
"Yes; but you had better not have anything to say to him, for he is not a very good-tempered gentleman.""Oh, be easy! I have no design upon your count, and you shall have him all to yourself.But," said Caderousse, again smiling with the disagreeable expression he had before assumed, "you must pay for it -- you understand?""Well, what do you want?"
"I think that with a hundred francs a month" --"Well?"
"I could live" --
"Upon a hundred francs!"
"Come -- you understand me; but that with" --"With?"
"With a hundred and fifty francs I should be quite happy.""Here are two hundred," said Andrea; and he placed ten gold louis in the hand of Caderousse.
"Good!" said Caderousse.
"Apply to the steward on the first day of every mouth, and you will receive the same sum.""There now, again you degrade me."
"How so?"
"By making me apply to the servants, when I want to transact business with you alone.""Well, be it so, then.Take it from me then, and so long at least as I receive my income, you shall be paid yours.""Come, come; I always said you were a line fellow, and it is a blessing when good fortune happens to such as you.But tell me all about it?""Why do you wish to know?" asked Cavalcanti.
"What? do you again defy me?"
"No; the fact is, I have found my father.""What? a real father?"
"Yes, so long as he pays me" --
"You'll honor and believe him -- that's right.What is his name?""Major Cavalcanti."
"Is he pleased with you?"
"So far I have appeared to answer his purpose.""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 cafe.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, Ishould 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 Ishould become simply No.106, and good-by to my dream of resembling the retired baker! No, no, my boy; I prefer remaining honorably in the capital." Andrea scowled.
Certainly, as he had himself owned, the reputed son of Major Cavalcanti was a wilful fellow.He drew up for a minute, threw a rapid glance around him, and then his hand fell instantly into his pocket, where it began playing with a pistol.But, meanwhile, Caderousse, who had never taken his eyes off his companion, passed his hand behind his back, and opened a long Spanish knife, which he always carried with him, to be ready in case of need.The two friends, as we see, were worthy of and understood one another.Andrea's hand left his pocket inoffensively, and was carried up to the red mustache, which it played with for some time."Good Caderousse," he said, "how happy you will be.""I will do my best," said the inn-keeper of the Pont du Gard, shutting up his knife.
"Well, then, we will go into Paris.But how will you pass through the barrier without exciting suspicion? It seems to me that you are in more danger riding than on foot.""Wait," said Caderousse, "we shall see." He then took the great-coat with the large collar, which the groom had left behind in the tilbury, and put it on his back; then he took off Cavalcanti's hat, which he placed upon his own head, and finally he assumed the careless attitude of a servant whose master drives himself.
"But, tell me," said Andrea, "am I to remain bareheaded?""Pooh," said Caderousse; "it is so windy that your hat can easily appear to have blown off.""Come, come; enough of this," said Cavalcanti.
"What are you waiting for?" said Caderousse."I hope I am not the cause.""Hush," said Andrea.They passed the barrier without accident.At the first cross street Andrea stopped his horse, and Caderousse leaped out.
"Well!" said Andrea, -- "my servant's coat and my hat?""Ah," said Caderousse, "you would not like me to risk taking cold?""But what am I to do?"
"You? Oh, you are young while I am beginning to get old.Au revoir, Benedetto;" and running into a court, he disappeared."Alas," said Andrea, sighing, "one cannot be completely happy in this world!"