"Yes, you understand. That explains everything. He can't acknowledge me openly, apparently, but he does it through this Cavalcanti character and pays him fifty thousand francs for the role."
"Fifty thousand francs just for being your father? I would have done it for half that, for twenty thousand, for fifteen thousand! Why didn't you think of me, you ungrateful man?"
"How could I know? It was all arranged while I was still locked up."
"Ah, true. And you say that in his will..."
"He leaves me five hundred thousand."
"Are you certain?"
"He showed it to me. But that's not all. There's an addition, like I mentioned earlier."
"Probably."
"And in that addition, he acknowledges me as his son."
"Oh, what a good father! What a brave father! What an honest father!" Caderousse said, spinning a plate in the air between his hands.
"Now tell me if I'm hiding anything from you."
"No, and your honesty does you credit. And your princely father, is he rich? Very rich?"
