'Come,' said Cosette, as soon as Henry had received the winnings. 'Come,' she repeated, pulling his sleeve nervously.
'I've broken the bank at Monte Carlo!' he thought as they hurried out of the luxurious halls. 'I've broken the bank at Monte Carlo! I've broken the bank at Monte Carlo!'
If he had succeeded to the imperial throne of China, he would have felt much the same as he felt then.
Quite by chance he remembered the magazine article, and a statement therein that prudent people, when they had won a large sum, drove straight to Smith's Bank and banked it coram publico, so that scoundrels might be aware that assault with violence in the night hours would be futile.
'If we lunch?' Cosette suggested, while Henry was getting his hat.
'No, not yet,' he said importantly.
At Smith's Bank he found that he had sixty-three thousand francs of hers.
'You dear,' she murmured in ecstasy, and actually pressed a light kiss on his ear in the presence of the bank clerk! 'You let me keep the three thousand?' she pleaded, like a charming child.
So he let her keep the three thousand. The sixty thousand was banked in her name.