But I don’t think she is happy, said Caderousse

How did you come to this conclusion?
When I found myself in a very miserable situation, I thought my old friends might help me, so I went to Danglars, who wouldn’t even see me. I went to visit Fernand, and he sent his personal servant to give me 100 francs.
So you haven’t seen either of them.
No, but Mrs. Desmond saw me.
How come?
When I came, a purse fell into my feet. Twenty-five Louis. I looked up quickly and saw Mercedes. Her horse closed the blinds.
What about m. de villefort? asked the priest
Oh, he’s not my friend. I don’t know him, and I have nothing to ask of him.
Don’t you know how he is? He didn’t benefit from Edmund’s misfortune.
No, I know that some time after he was arrested, he married Miss Saint Milan and left Marseilles soon, but there is no doubt that he must be as lucky as those people. He suspects that he is as rich as Danglars and as rich as Fernand. I think he is still so poor as if he had been forgotten by the emperor.
You are wrong, my friend’s priest replied. Emperor may not be able to take care of it for a while, but he will always remember at that moment that this is the witness priest. As he said, he took the diamond from his pocket and handed it to Caderousse. My friend took the diamond. It’s yours.
What, for me alone? Cried Caderousse. Ah, sir, you are not kidding me.
This diamond came to be shared by his friends, but now it seems that one of Edmond’s friends doesn’t have to share it any more. Take this diamond and sell it. As I said, it is worth 50 thousand francs. I believe this sum is probably enough to get you out of poverty.
Oh, sir, Caderousse timidly extended a hand, and the other hand wiped the sweat from his forehead. Oh, sir, don’t make fun of a person’s happiness or disappointment.
I know what happiness and disappointment are. I never joke about such feelings. Take it. It’s a change. Caderousse has already touched the diamond. When he heard this, he retracted his hand. The priest smiled and made a change. He went on to say that Mr. Morrel left the red ribbon on the mantelpiece of old Dants and woven it into a purse for me. You told me it was still in your hand.
Caderousse was more and more surprised. He went to a big oak cupboard and knocked it down. He took a red ribbon and woven it into a purse and gave it to the priest. The purse was long and large. Two copper rings were plated with gold before. The priest took the purse in one hand and gave the diamond to Caderousse in the other.
Oh, you are sent by the emperor, cried Caderousse, because no one knows that Edmund gave you this diamond, you can keep it.
It seems that the priest said that you would do this. He got up and picked up his hat and gloves. He said, then you can tell me the truth and believe it.
Look, Mr. Reverend Caderousse replied that a holy wooden cross in this corner is my wife’s bible. I can put my hand on the cross and swear by it that my soul will be saved. I swear by my Christian faith that I tell you everything is true, just as human beings said in the emperor’s ear on the day of the last judgment
Good. The priest has believed Caderousse’s statement from his attitude and tone, and he said that it is good. I hope this money will be beneficial to you. Goodbye, I will go back to my place far away from killing each other.
The priest finally left a thousand thanks, and kept Caderousse riding outside the store again and again, saluted the innkeeper, and then went the way he came, while the innkeeper kept shouting goodbye. When Caderousse turned around, he saw the Calconte bitch behind her. Her face was whiter than before and her body was shaking worse.
Is it true what I heard? she asked.
What, you mean he gave us the diamond? Caderousse asked. He was a little confused with joy.
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It couldn’t be truer. Look, it’s right here.
The woman stared at it for a while, and then a dull voice said that it might be false.
Caderousse’s face turned white at once when he was startled. He said in words, "Why did the fake man give me a fake diamond?"
I can get your secret for free, you idiot.
Caderousse turned pale at the thought’s weight.
Oh, as he spoke, he picked up his hat and put it on his place, tied with a red handkerchief. We will know soon.
How do you know?
Today is Bouquet, where jewelers always come from Paris. I will show them to see my wife. I will be back in two hours. Caderousse left home in a hurry and ran in the opposite direction to the famous guest.
50,000 francs. When Mrs. Calconte was alone, she said verbally that it was a lot of money, but was it a fortune?
Chapter 8 Prison Archives
It was described that the next day after that scene, a man about 312 years old, wearing a bright blue coat, purple trousers and white vest, came to see the mayor of Marseille. He looked at his appearance and heard his accent. He said that I was a senior employee of Thomson French Bank in Rome. In the last ten years, our Marseille Morel father company has invested about 100 thousand francs in them. We received a report that this company may go bankrupt. We are not at ease. I was specially sent by Rome to inquire about this company.
Mayor Ge replied, I know very well that in the last four or five years, disasters always seem to follow Mr. Morrel. He lost four or five boats and was hit by the closure of three or four businesses. Although I am also a debtor of 10,000 francs, I can’t tell you what happened in his financial situation. If you want me to be the mayor to talk about my views on Mr. Morrel, I should say that he is an extremely reliable person. Up to now, he has paid every account on schedule very strictly. I can only say that. You want to know more details. Ask Mr. Beauveria in prison. He lives at No.15 Norris Street. I believe he has 200,000 francs in Morrel’s hand. He has more money than me. He will probably know better than me.
The Englishman seems to appreciate this extremely euphemistic remark. He bowed and walked across the street at the pace of the British Mint. When Mr. Boveri was in his room, the Englishman made a surprised gesture as soon as he saw him. It seemed that it was not the first time he met him, but Mr. Boveri was in a state of depression and despair. His mind seemed to be focused on what happened, and his memory or imagination had spare time to recall the past.
The cold attitude of the Englishman and other nationalities repeated the words he had said to the mayor of Marseille in much the same way.
Oh, sir, Mr. Boveri sighed, your concern is based on your view that you are a desperate person. I invested 200,000 francs in Morrel’s father’s company. This 200,000 francs is my daughter’s dowry. She will get married in two weeks. Half of the money will be due on the 15th of this month, and the other half will be due on the 15th of next month. I have already informed Morrel that I hope these funds can be paid on time. He also came here half an hour ago and told me that his ship, the Pharaoh, did not enter the port on the 15th, and he will try his best to
But the British said it looked like a deferred payment.
Let’s not just declare bankruptcy, Mr. Boveri sighed in despair
The Englishman seemed to think for a moment and then said, Sir, are you worried about this debt?