“I have some smuggled coffee and most capital tobacco, in a small chest in the hold, which you shall have tomorrow. But, hush, here comes somebody.»
«'Tis Caderousse, who has heard of your arrival, and no doubt comes to congratulate you on your fortunate return.» «Ah, lips that say one thing, while the heart thinks another,» murmured Edmond.
«But, never mind, he is a neighbor who has done us a service on a time, so he's welcome.»
As Edmond paused, the black and bearded head of Caderousse appeared at the door. He was a man of twenty-five or six, and held a piece of cloth, which, being a tailor, he was about to make into a coat-lining.”