What does this young fellow want?
A position and a fortune?
I will give him both.

I will make him as rich as he can wish.

I will give him a million; if need be, two, three,--half of all I possess.

With money, you see, much money--" "Spare him, sir; he is your son." "Unfortunately! and I wish him to the devil! I will see him, and he will agree to what I wish.

I will prove to him the bad policy of the earthen pot struggling with the iron kettle; and, if he is not a fool, he will understand." The count rubbed his hands while speaking.