"Ta ta, Julianito, I am off to the Bank."
He took out a fresh cigar, and without offering one to Calderón, who did not smoke, he lighted it for form's sake; but he at once let it go out and began chewing it as usual.
Don Julian gave a sigh of relief.
"Always in a state of feverish activity," said he with a smile, holding out his hand. "Always on the track of money!"
Just as he reached the door Calderón remembered that he might make something out of this visit.
"I say, Antonio, I have a heap of Londrès. Do you want them? I will let you have them cheap."
"No, I don't want any at present. What do you ask for them?"
"Forty-seven."
"Are there many of them?"
"Eight thousand pounds in all."