Serge seized it quickly, and then looking coldly at his mother-in-law, said:
“How did this paper come into your hands?”
“It has just been brought to my cashier. A hundred thousand francs! Faith! You are going ahead! Do you know how many bushels of corn must be ground to earn that?”
“I beg your pardon, Madame,” said the Prince, interrupting Madame Desvarennes. “I don’t suppose you came here to give me a lesson in commercial statistics. This paper was presented to your cashier by mistake. I was expecting it, and here is the money ready to pay it. As you have been good enough to do so, pray refund yourself.”
And taking a bundle of bank-notes from a cabinet, the Prince handed them to the astonished mistress.
“But,” she sought to say, very much put out by this unexpected answer, “where did you get this money from? You must have inconvenienced yourself.”
“I beg your pardon,” said the Prince, quietly, “that only concerns myself. Be good enough to see whether the amount is there,” added he with a smile. “I reckon so badly that it is possible I may have made a mistake to your disadvantage.”
Madame Desvarennes pushed away the hand which presented the bank-notes, and shook her head gravely:
“Keep this money,” she said; “unfortunately you will need it. You have entered on a very dangerous path, which grieves me very much. I would willingly give ten times the amount, at once, to be sure that you would never touch another card.”
“Madame!” said the Prince with impatience.