The Count of Monte Cristo

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"There's a life for you," said Caderousse; "a town house and a country
house."

"That is what it is to be rich."

"And shall you dine there?"

"Probably."

"When you dine there, do you sleep there?"

"If I like; I am at home there." Caderousse looked at the young man, as
if to get at the truth from the bottom of his heart. But Andrea drew
a cigar-case from his pocket, took a Havana, quietly lit it, and began
smoking. "When do you want your twelve hundred francs?" said he to
Caderousse.