Consider, too, that I went to sleep last night, at Liebenfeld, without any supper." He begged M.Nibor to explain to him by what course of circumstances he had come from Liebenfeld to Fontainebleau.
"Do you remember," said the doctor, "an old German who acted as interpreter for you before the court-martial ?" "Perfectly.

An excellent man, with a violet-colored wig.

I'll remember him all my life, for there are not two wigs of that color in existence." "Very well; it was the man with the violet wig, otherwise known as the celebrated Doctor Meiser, who saved your life." "Where is he?
I want to see him, to fall into his arms, to tell him----" "He was sixty-eight years old when he did you that little service; he would then be, to-day, in his hundred and fifteenth year, if he had waited for your acknowledgments." "And so, then, he is no more! Death has robbed him of my gratitude!" "You do not yet know all that you owe to him.

He bequeathed you, in 1824, a fortune of seventy-five thousand francs, of which you are the rightful owner.

Now, since a sum invested at five per cent, doubles itself in fourteen years--thanks to compound interest--you were worth, in 1838, a trifle of seven hundred and fifty thousand francs; and in 1852, a million and a half.