"If this shrift is indispensable I will correct the figures—thirty-six thousand."
"The suppers which you give to friends, male and female, have the fame of Lucullus feasts."
Maryan, with sparks of hidden irritation in his eyes, laughed.
"An exaggeration! Our poor Borel has no idea of Lucullus, but that he plunders us, unmercifully, is true."
"He knows how to will!" threw in Darvid.
Maryan raised his eyes to him, and said:
"He is making a fortune."
This time, in his turn, astonishment was depicted on the face of Darvid, indignant to that degree that a slight flush appeared on cheeks generally pale.
"Folly!" hissed he, and immediately restrained himself.
"You are incurring enormous debts; on what security?"