"Yours, if you like."
"Mine!" exclaimed the man, half suffocated.
"Yes; yours—your own property."
"Sir, my right-hand correspondent is signaling."
"Let him."
"Sir, you have distracted me; I shall be fined."
"That will cost you a hundred francs; you see it is your interest to take my bank-notes."
"Sir, my right-hand correspondent redoubles his signals; he is impatient."
"Never mind—take these;" and the count placed the packet in the hands of the man. "Now, this is not all," he said; "you cannot live upon your fifteen thousand francs."
"I shall still have my place."