When Dantès comes to Paris,—as the newly made count,—he forthwith desires to be ensconced in an establishment of his own. Dumas recounts the incident thus:
“‘And the cards I ordered to be engraved as soon as you knew the number of the house?’
“‘M. le Comte, it is done already. I have been myself to the best engraver of the Palais Royal, who did the plate in my presence. The first card struck off was taken, according to your orders, to M. le Baron Danglars, Rue de la Chaussée d’Antin, No. 7.’...
“As the steward had said, the notary awaited him in the small salon. He was a simple-looking lawyer’s clerk, elevated to the extraordinary dignity of a provincial scrivener.
“‘You are the notary empowered to sell the country-house that I wish to purchase, monsieur?’ asked Monte Cristo.
“‘Yes, M. le Comte,’ returned the notary.
“‘Is the deed of sale ready?’
“‘Yes, M. le Comte.’
“‘Have you brought it?’
“‘Here it is.’