"You have told me that I have more than eight hundred thousand a year.

It is for charity.

The people at Muro have no hospital.

I shall be glad if you will give it to me before four o'clock; I wish to send it at once." Macomer had barely a thousand francs in the house, and he knew that there was not a man of business in Naples who would have lent him half the little sum for which Veronica was asking.
"I shall certainly not give you money for any such absurd purpose," said Gregorio, with sudden, assumed sternness.
Veronica raised her eyes in quiet astonishment, offended, but not disconcerted.
"Really, Uncle Gregorio," she said, "as I am of age and mistress of whatever is mine, I think I have a right to my little charities.
Besides, you know, it is not giving, since you are no longer my guardian in reality.

It is merely a case of sending to the bank for the money, if you have not got it in the house.