Now, sir, you have but to say the word, and I will spare you all uneasiness by presenting my letter of credit to one or other of these two firms." The blow had struck home, and Danglars was entirely vanquished; with a trembling hand he took the two letters from the count, who held them carelessly between finger and thumb, and proceeded to scrutinize the signatures, with a minuteness that the count might have regarded as insulting, had it not suited his present purpose to mislead the banker. "Oh, sir," said Danglars, after he had convinced himself of the authenticity of the documents he held, and rising as if to salute the power of gold personified in the man before him, -- "three letters of unlimited credit!
Debray?" inquired Danglars, with an air of indulgence and good-nature that made Monte Cristo smile, acquainted as he was with the secrets of the banker's domestic life.
With a dazed face the banker made out the required check.
"I cannot, and I will not, believe it!" cried the banker with an ashen face.
"A day which has saved England from a great public scandal," said the banker, rising.
"But I should suggest a suspension of your critique of the banker, for here he comes."
"Now that sort of thing," observed the banker weightily, "would never be allowed in England; perhaps, after all, we had better choose another route.
The young Harrogate was left behind for a moment emptying a glass of white wine and lighting a cigarette, as the beauty retired with the banker, the courier and the poet, distributing peals of silvery satire.
The elderly and lethargic banker sprang erect in the coach and leapt over the precipice before the tilted vehicle could take him there.
The banker looked at him under lowering brows, red-faced and sulky, but seemingly cowed.
As four of you left the room, you and Miss Harrogate went ahead, talking and laughing; the banker and the courier came behind, speaking sparely and rather low.
"I won't have it," said the banker in a choking voice; "I command you not to interfere."