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The evening of the day on which the Count of Morcerf had left Danglars' house with feelings of shaer at the rejection of the projected alliance, M Andrea Cavalcanti, with curled hair, loves which fitted admirably, had entered the courtyard of the banker's house in La Chaussee d'Antin He had not been lars aside into the recess of a bo, and, after an ingenious preamble, related to him all his anxieties and cares since his noble father's departure He acknowledged the extreme kindness which had been shown him by the banker's family, in which he had been received as a son, and where, besides, his warmest affections had found an object on which to centre in Madelars listened with the most profound attention; he had expected this declaration for the last two or three days, and when at last it ca to Morcerf He would not, however, yield i man's request, but , M Andrea, to think of ?"

"I think not, sir," replied M Cavalcanti; "in Italy the nobility generally ht to secure happiness while it is within our reach"

"Well, sir," said Danglars, "in case your proposals, which do hter, by whoeotiation should, I think, be conducted by the respective fathers of the young people"

"Sir,that I ht wish to settle in France, he left, if he approved of my choice, 150,000 livres per annue, I suppose this to be a quarter of lars, "have always intended giving hter 500,000 francs as her dowry; she is, besides, ed if the baroness and her daughter are willing We should co, also, I should persuade the ive me my capital, which is not likely, but still is possible, ould place these two or three ht ive enerally only three and a half; but to ive five, and ould share the profit"