Граф Монте-Крісто

Father and Son.

           "

           "WorthyCaderousse!"saidtheoldman,"heissomuchattachedtous."

           "Yes,tobesureIam.Iloveandesteemyou,becausehonestfolksaresorare.Butitseemsyouhavecomebackrich,myboy,"continuedthetailor,lookingaskanceatthehandfulofgoldandsilverwhichDanteshadthrownonthetable.

           Theyoungmanremarkedthegreedyglancewhichshoneinthedarkeyesofhisneighbor."Eh,"hesaid,negligently,"thismoneyisnotmine.Iwasexpressingtomyfathermyfearsthathehadwantedmanythingsinmyabsence,andtoconvincemeheemptiedhispurseonthetable.Come,father"addedDantes,"putthismoneybackinyourboxunlessneighborCaderoussewantsanything,andinthatcaseitisathisservice."

           "No,myboy,no,"saidCaderousse."Iamnotinanywant,thankGod,mylivingissuitedtomymeans.Keepyourmoneykeepit,Isay;oneneverhastoomuch;but,atthesametime,myboy,IamasmuchobligedbyyourofferasifItookadvantageofit."

           "Itwasofferedwithgoodwill,"saidDantes.

           "Nodoubt,myboy;nodoubt.Well,youstandwellwithM.MorrelIhearyouinsinuatingdog,you!"

           "M.Morrelhasalwaysbeenexceedinglykindtome,"repliedDantes.

           "Thenyouwerewrongtorefusetodinewithhim.

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