The Count of Monte Cristo

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"Ten millions! Do you think so? It is magnificent!" said Cavalcanti,
who was quite confounded at the metallic sound of these golden words.
"Without reckoning," replied Monte Cristo, "that all his fortune will
come to you, and justly too, since Mademoiselle Danglars is an only
daughter. Besides, your own fortune, as your father assured me, is
almost equal to that of your betrothed. But enough of money matters.
Do you know, M. Andrea, I think you have managed this affair rather
skilfully?"

"Not badly, by any means," said the young man; "I was born for a
diplomatist."

"Well, you must become a diplomatist; diplomacy, you know, is something
that is not to be acquired; it is instinctive. Have you lost your
heart?"

"Indeed, I fear it," replied Andrea, in the tone in which he had heard