"Ah, true," said Monte Cristo "there is a postscript."
"Yes, yes," repeated the major, "yes--there--is--a--postscript."
"'In order to save Major Cavalcanti the trouble of drawing on his
banker, I send him a draft for 2,000 francs to defray his travelling
expenses, and credit on you for the further sum of 48,000 francs, which
you still owe me.'" The major awaited the conclusion of the postscript,
apparently with great anxiety. "Very good," said the count.
"He said 'very good,'" muttered the major, "then--sir"--replied he.
"Then what?" asked Monte Cristo.
"Then the postscript"--
"Well; what of the postscript?"
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