“Did I know anything about it, when it was all done when I was down there?”

“Ah, truly? And you say that by his will⁠—”

“He leaves me five hundred thousand livres.”

“Are you sure of it?”

“He showed it me; but that is not all⁠—there is a codicil, as I said just now.”

“Probably.”

“And in that codicil he acknowledges me.”

“Oh, the good father, the brave father, the very honest father!” said Caderousse, twirling a plate in the air between his two hands.

“Now, say if I conceal anything from you?”

“No, and your confidence makes you honorable in my opinion; and your princely father, is he rich, very rich?”