“Make yourself easy, we are quite alone,” said Andrea; “besides, we are conversing in Italian.”
“Well, then,” replied the major, “they paid me 50,000 francs down.”
“Monsieur Cavalcanti,” said Andrea, “do you believe in fairy tales?”
“I used not to do so, but I really feel now almost obliged to have faith in them.”
“You have, then, been induced to alter your opinion; you have had some proofs of their truth?” The major drew from his pocket a handful of gold.
“Most palpable proofs,” said he, “as you may perceive.”
“You think, then, that I may rely on the count’s promises?”
“Certainly I do.”
“You are sure he will keep his word with me?”
“To the letter, but at the same time, remember, we must continue to play our respective parts. I, as a tender father——”