“You have them?”
“I have them.”
“Ah, indeed?” said the major, who, seeing the object of his journey frustrated by the absence of the papers, feared also that his forgetfulness might give rise to some difficulty concerning the 48,000 francs—“ah, indeed, that is a fortunate circumstance; yes, that really is lucky, for it never occurred to me to bring them.”
“I do not at all wonder at it—one cannot think of everything; but, happily, the Abbé Busoni thought for you.”
“He is an excellent person.”
“He is extremely prudent and thoughtful.”
“He is an admirable man,” said the major; “and he sent them to you?”
“Here they are.”
The major clasped his hands in token of admiration.
“You married Oliva Corsinari in the church of San Paolo del Monte-Cattini; here is the priest’s certificate.”