"How grateful! How can I ever prove——"
"I will not have my name dishonored; it shall not be."
"It shall not be; no; and it shall never be more, I swear to you, father."
The count looked at his son in a singular manner, and repeated, "No, it shall never be more!" Then, with a sneering laugh, he added, "You are a conjuror!"
"I read my resolution in my heart."
The count made no reply, but walked up and down the room with his hands in the large pockets of his overcoat.
"M. Petit Jean," said Boyer, introducing a man with a low and cunning expression of face.
"Where is that bill?" said the count.
"Here it is, sir," said Petit Jean (a man of straw of Jacques Ferrand) presenting it.
"Is that it?" said the count to his son.