I love and esteem you, because honest folks are so rare.

But it seems you have come back rich, my boy," continued the tailor, looking askance at the handful of gold and silver which Dantes had thrown on the table.
The young man remarked the greedy glance which shone in the dark eyes of his neighbor.

"Eh," he said, negligently, "this money is not mine.

I was expressing to my father my fears that he had wanted many things in my absence, and to convince me he emptied his purse on the table.

Come, father" added Dantes, "put this money back in your box--unless neighbor Caderousse wants anything, and in that case it is at his service." "No, my boy, no," said Caderousse.