frightens
me.”
“Bah!”
exclaimed
Monte-Cristo,
“that’s a
fine
reason to
give. Are
you not
rich
yourself?”
“My
father’s
income is
about
fifty
thousand
francs per
annum; and
he will
give me,
perhaps,
ten or
twelve
thousand
when I
marry.”
“That,
perhaps,
might not
be
considered
a large
sum, in
Paris
especially,”
said the
count;
“but
everything
does not
depend on
wealth,
and it is
a fine
thing to
have a
good name,
and to
