“I cannot deny it.”
“That of St. Victor, at Marseilles,—one of the best in the south?”
“Yes, father.”
“A good million a year. With the emoluments of the cardinalship and the ministry, I say too little when I say two millions a year.”
“Eh!”
“In ten years that is twenty millions,—and twenty millions put out at fifty per cent give, by progression, twenty-three millions in ten years.”
“How well you reckon for a Theatin!”
“Since your eminence placed our order in the convent we occupy, near St. Germain des Pres, in 1641, I have kept the accounts of the society.”
“And mine likewise, apparently, father.”
“One ought to know a little of everything, my lord.”