No!--no! I lent you money, and you returned it; that's like good neighbors, and we are quits." "We are never quits with those who oblige us," was Dantes' reply; "for when we do not owe them money, we owe them gratitude." "What's the use of mentioning that?
What is done is done.

Let us talk of your happy return, my boy.

I had gone on the quay to match a piece of mulberry cloth, when I met friend Danglars.

'You at Marseilles ?'--'Yes,' says he.
"'I thought you were at Smyrna.'-- 'I was; but am now back again.' "'And where is the dear boy, our little Edmond ?' "'Why, with his father, no doubt,' replied Danglars.

And so I came," added Caderousse, "as fast as I could to have the pleasure of shaking hands with a friend." "Worthy Caderousse!" said the old man, "he is so much attached to us." "Yes, to be sure I am.