"Not knowing whether you had sufficient funds at your disposal—and you will agree with me that you will require a large sum——?"
"I know it. Well?"
"Well, I——"
"I see I must come to your assistance, my poor Antonio. As you believe me a poor devil of a hunter not possessed of a farthing, and are so delicate minded yourself, you have placed in a corner of the room, or in some article of furniture, of which you want to give me the key and don't know how, fifty or perhaps one hundred thousand piastres, with the reservation to offer me more, should not that sum prove sufficient."
"Would you be angry with me had I done so?"
"On the contrary, I should be most grateful to you."
"In that case I am glad."
"Glad of what, my dear Antonio?"
"That you accept the hundred thousand piastres."
Valentine smiled.