Count—Why, to-day is the 15th!
André—You ought to know it.
Count—I thought that to-day was only the 14th! Have you paid it?
André—Of course.
Count—Ah! then I owe you six thousand francs. That's all there is to the matter.
André—Yes, that's all! But you never said a word to me about it; I had no money in the house: I had to send to our man of business. May I beg of you in the future to be so good as to—
Count—Poor boy! poor boy! Really, between ourselves, you would have done a great deal better (as it is a month since you have seen me, and since you are really very fond of me) to embrace me in meeting me again, rather than to say all these things to me that you have been saying!
André [embracing his father heartily]—Oh, of course they make no difference, when it comes to that!
Count—Your second impulse is a very good one; but you ought to have begun with it. All the same, I do not in the less ask pardon for the inconvenience that I have caused you, my boy. [Takes some bank-notes from his pocket.] Here are your six thousand francs, and [holding out the remainder of the notes to André] since you need money, help yourself.
André—Where in the world does that money come from?