The evening after the Count of Morcerf had left Danglars's house filled with shame and anger over the rejection of the proposed marriage alliance, Andrea Cavalcanti arrived. With perfectly styled hair, an immaculate mustache, and white gloves that fit admirably, he entered the courtyard of the banker's mansion.
He'd been in the drawing room for less than ten minutes before he drew Danglars aside into the recess of a bow window. After an eloquent introduction, he shared all his anxieties and concerns since his noble father's departure. He acknowledged the extreme kindness shown to him by the banker's family, where he'd been received like a son. More than that, his deepest affections had found an object to focus on: Mademoiselle Danglars herself.
