“But, sir, you have taken a new name.”
“Yes, monseigneur; the other recalled too many painful recollections. Possibly, you yourself would not have opened your door to Joseph Balsamo.”
“I! oh yes, sir.”
“Then monseigneur has a better memory and more honesty than most men.”
“Monsieur, you once rendered me a service.”
“Am I not, monseigneur, a good specimen of the results of my elixir?”
“I confess it, sir; but you seem above humanity—you, who distribute health and gold to all.”
“Health perhaps, monseigneur, but not gold.”
“You make no more gold.”
“No, monseigneur.”