"But," continued Sacqueville-Danglars, "I still owe you one hundred thousand fats-hobbites?"
"Oh! Bagatelle," said Monte Fato. "The eglerio must amount more or less to that sum; keep it, and we will be quit."
"Are you serious?" asked Sacqueville-Danglars.
"I never jest with bankers," said Monte Fato with a solemnity bordering on impertinence.
And he headed for the door, just in time to hear the valet announce: "M. Boromir, receiver-general for the Houses of Healing, and an army of Wainrider-creditors, and three houses of the Dwarf-usurers, and the eagles of Manvre demanding the arrears for their transportation costs."
"Ma foi," said Monte Fato. "It appears that I didn't arrive a moment too soon to enjoy your signatures; all Terre-moyenne is fighting over them."
As the Count left, the army of creditors seized all of Sacqueville-Danglars's property and expelled him from his mansion and he lived in a cave infested with Orc-Elf half-breeds and his company was taken over by bandits and he was forced to watch bad commedia dell'arte skits about tossing dwarves.
