It’s the kind-hearted priest Busoni, isn’t it
Exactly, said the major cheerfully
You brought a letter.
Yes, this is it.
Then give it to me. Monte Cristo took the letter and opened it to see the major. A pair of big eyes stared at the count and then took a look at the situation in the room
He was right to stare back to the owner almost immediately. Major Cavalcanti, a respectable Lucca aristocrat and descendant of Florentine Cavalcanti, was thinking about Monte Cristo, and he raised his eyes from the stationery and bowed 500,000. He said it was considerable.
500 thousand, right? said the major
But that’s what the letter says, which must be true, because the priest knows all about the property of European monopoly
Then let’s call it 500 thousand, but to be honest, I didn’t expect that much
Because your housekeeper is playing tricks on you, you must improve one
You made me understand. The Italian solemnly said that I should go to that gentleman.
Monte Cristo went on reading the letter, an unexpected event in his life.
It’s true, the major said and sighed.
Is to lose a love.
Lost a love
It was in his childhood that he was abducted by his family enemies or gypsies.
At that time, he was only five years old, and the major looked at the sky with a deep sigh and said
The unfortunate father, the Count of Monte Cristo, said, and then continued to read, I gave him hope again and assured him that you could find him the one he had been searching for for for fifteen years. The major looked at the count with a worried look. I told Monte Cristo.
The major restored him. Hehe, he said, then this letter is true from beginning to end.
Don’t you believe it, Mr Bartholomew?
Of course, of course, I believe that a good man with a teaching position like Father Busoni can’t cheat or joke with others, but adults haven’t finished reading yet.
Ah, a postscript to Monte Cristo
Yes, yes, the major followed suit and added a postscript.
In order not to bother Major Cavalcanti to withdraw money from his bank, I sent him a ticket of 2,000 francs to his brigade, and he also asked you for the 40,000 francs you owe me.
The major looked anxious until the postscript was read.
Great, said the count
He said it was wonderful, and the major said it in his heart, and he replied
Then what asked Monte Cristo?
So that postscript
Oh, then how about the postscript
Then is that postscript as acceptable to you as that letter?
Of course, Father Busoni, I can’t remember whether I still owe him 40 thousand, but I dare say we won’t have a dispute over the difference. So do you think this postscript is very important, my dear Mr. Cavalcanti?
I have to explain to you that a major said that I didn’t bring any money with me because I trusted Father Busoni’s signature. If I can’t guarantee this money, my situation in Paris will be very difficult.
How can a person in your position be embarrassed in one place? said Monte Cristo.
Oh, to tell you the truth, I don’t know anyone, said the major
But people must know you, right?
Because people know me, so
Speak, my dear Mr cavalcanti.
Then you can pay me this 40 thousand livres
Of course, whenever you want, the major’s eyes are round with surprise, but sitting in Monte Cristo, to be honest, I don’t know what was going on in my mind and kept you there for a quarter of an hour.
No, the major dragged an armchair and sat down.
Now the count said, would you like something to eat? A glass of red wine, white wine or Alicante wine?
Alicante wine bar. I’ll drink this wine if it’s not troublesome.
May I have some bottles of your biscuit wine?
Ok, I’ll have some cookies. Thank you for your thoughtfulness.
Monte Cristo rang the bell, and Baptistin met the count.
How about it? He whispered
The young man came to the valet and whispered.
Which room did you take him to?