Madame Bonacieux knew that in talking of money to her husband, she took him on his weak side. But a man, were he even a mercer, when he had talked for ten minutes with Cardinal Richelieu, is no longer the same man.
“Much money to be gained?” said Bonacieux, protruding his lip.
“Yes, much.”
“About how much?”
“A thousand pistoles, perhaps.”
“What you demand of me is serious, then?”
“It is indeed.”
“What must be done?”
“You must go away immediately. I will give you a paper which you must not part with on any account, and which you will deliver into the proper hands.”
“And whither am I to go?”
“To London.”
“I go to London? Go to! You jest! I have no business in London.”
“But others wish that you should go there.”
“But who are those others? I warn you that I will never again work in the dark, and that I will know not only to what I expose myself, but for whom I expose myself.”
“An illustrious person sends you; an illustrious person awaits you. The recompense will exceed your expectations; that is all I promise you.”