"Well, if it were—I do not intend keeping my little house. Why should I, now? My little son can wait while I work for him. Then, after selling my house, I shall have two hundred thousand francs. Half of this is yours—return it when you can!"
"I thank you, my unselfish friend," replied Camors, much moved, "but I need nothing. My affairs are disordered, it is true; but I shall still remain richer than you."
"Yes, but with your tastes—"
"Well?"
"At all events, you know where to find me. I may count upon you—may I not?"
"You may."
"Adieu, my friend! I can do you no good now; but I shall see you again —shall I not?"
"Yes—another time."
Lescande departed, and the young Count remained immovable, with his features convulsed and his eyes fixed on vacancy.
This moment decided his whole future.