Граф Монте-Кристо

Maximilian.

           "

           "Yes,"indicatedNoirtier,withanexpressionthemoreterrible,fromallhisfacultiesbeingcentredinhisglance.

           "Doyouknowtheassassin?"askedMorrel.

           "Yes,"repliedNoirtier.

           "Andwillyoudirectus?"exclaimedtheyoungman."Listen,M.d’Avrigny,listen!"NoirtierlookeduponMorrelwithoneofthosemelancholysmileswhichhadsooftenmadeValentinehappy,andthusfixedhisattention.Then,havingrivetedtheeyesofhisinterlocutoronhisown,heglancedtowardsthedoor.

           "Doyouwishmetoleave?"saidMorrel,sadly.

           "Yes,"repliedNoirtier.

           "Alas,alas,sir,havepityonme!"

           Theoldman’seyesremainedfixedonthedoor.

           "MayI,atleast,return?"askedMorrel.

           "Yes."

           "MustIleavealone?"

           "No."

           "WhomamItotakewithme?Theprocureur?"

           "No."

           "Thedoctor?"

           "Yes."

           "YouwishtoremainalonewithM.deVillefort?"

           "Yes."

           "Butcanheunderstandyou?"

           "Yes."

           "Oh,"saidVillefort,inexpressiblydelightedtothinkthattheinquiriesweretobemadebyhimalone"oh,besatisfied,Icanunderstandmyfather."D’Avrignytooktheyoungman’sarm,andledhimoutoftheroom.Amorethandeathlikesilencethenreignedinthehouse.

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