CHAPTER VIII. THE DUKE OF VALLOMBREUSE
The next morning Bellombre drew Blazius aside, and untying the strings
of a long leathern purse emptied out of it into the palm of his hand a
hundred pistoles, which he piled up neatly on the table by which they
were standing; to the great admiration of the pedant, who thought to
himself that his friend was a lucky fellow to be in possession of so
large a sum--absolute wealth in his eyes. But what was his surprise when
Bellombre swept them all up and put them into his own hands.
"You must have understood," he said, "that I did not bring out this
money in order to torment you in like manner with Tantalus, and I want
you to take it, without any scruples, as freely as it is given--or
loaned, if you are too proud to accept a gift from an old friend. These
pieces were made to circulate--they are round, you see--and by this time
they must be tired of lying tied up in my old purse there. I have no
use for them; there's nothing to spend them on here; the farm produces
everything that is needed in my household, so I shall not miss them, and
it is much better in every way that they should be in your hands."
Not finding any adequate reply to make to this astonishing speech,
Blazius put the money into his pocket, and, after first administering to
his friend a cordial accolade, grasped and wrung his hand with grateful
fervour, while an inconvenient tear, that he had tried in vain to wink
away, ran down his jolly red nose.
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