“ Baron Danglars .’ ”

“One, two, three, four, five,” said Monte Cristo; “five millions⁠—why what a Croesus you are!”

“This is how I transact business,” said Danglars.

“It is really wonderful,” said the count; “above all, if, as I suppose, it is payable at sight.”

“It is, indeed,” said Danglars.

“It is a fine thing to have such credit; really, it is only in France these things are done. Five millions on five little scraps of paper!⁠—it must be seen to be believed.”

“You do not doubt it?”

“No!”