The morning after his arrival, congratulating himself on his easy triumph over the virtue of his coquettish chambermaid, Herr Stechung took a late cafe au lait and pain au chocalat on the veranda of La Pensione Thelemitissima, savouring the breathtaking vista of the blazing cerulean sky over the Baie des Singes before calling for his caleche to the Pump Rooms of the Bains-Thermes.
Announced to the Master of Ceremonies, Stechung deployed his most effusive bonhommie negotiating the social inquisition which ensued, making ready reference to his mercantile intimacy with the best families of the Rheinland, his previous stays at the spas of Aachen and Bad Skt. Nikolaus, and the quality of his own breeding.
Rewarded with an indulgent smile by the Master of Ceremonies and a conspiratorial aside on the superiourity of the virtues of honest toil over self-indulgent aristocracy, Herr Stechung was directed to his attendants for his first session of thalassotherapy.
Brought to the Romanesque bathing hall, Herr Stechung's attendant, while preparing Stechung for the baths with preliminary treatments of salt and grapeskin, rehearsed the history of the spa, and indeed of the city of Monte Cristo itself. From its legendary founding by the child-god Harpocrates during his quest for the missing parts of his slaughtered father, through its classical history as an entrepot of Carthaginian and Corinthian trade and down to its tenuous existence during the Wars of the Henris and its revival since.
Entering the baths proper, Stechung followed the prescribed course of alternating hot and cold soakings for the balance of the morning, before finishing with the novel Turkish treatments with birch rods and a final cold soak.
Redressing and regaining his personal effects, Stechung returned to the Pump Room, and as instructed by Chancellor de Montglace, fixed the Master of Ceremonies with a deliberate stare and carefully enquired if "there was not a closet to which a man of affairs might retire for consideration of his accounts." With a gesture to one of the Pump Room attendants, the Master of Ceremonies directed Stechung to the corridor leading back to the baths, down which the attendant led him to a nondescript service door and thence to a descending staircase which connected in turn to a lengthy, but well-lit series of subterranean passages through which the attendant led him on a serpentine course.
By now quite disoriented, Stechung was now led to an ascending staircase which led to a single, unlocked door which opened into a small, but well-furnished bureau appointed with a desk, leather chaise longue, and a glass cabinet well appointed with local vintages and imported distilled spirits. From the door on the opposite wall, the only other point of access into the room other than the small windows lining the wall to the left along the ceiling, a bespectacled man shortly entered the room carrying a leather binder thick with documents.
"Welcome, M. Stechung, to the Presipapal Bank for Sustainable Development and Constantly Increasing Profit. We are pleased to offer you a full portfolio of instruments to meet all of your financial needs. How may we be of service?"
"I bear a letter of credit drawn on the banking house of Tellson et Cie. in Paris in the amount of 25,000 livres with which to open an account and to engage your brokerage services in the consummation of an international transaction of great delicacy, in which, I have been led to understand, your firm has some expertise."
manner. The Clock chimes midnight and the merry company toast each other,their loved ones back home and their Masters near and far! They wonder what lies before them in the Europa of 1759. Loud cheering echos around the Grassmarket and all lose themselves in the next course of Mrs Miggins sumptuous banquet...
