Граф Монте-Кристо

Dividing the Proceeds.

           

           "You,Morcerf?"repliedthesecretary,restingonthestairs.Curiosityhadvanquishedthedesireofpreservinghisincognito,andhewasrecognized.Itwas,indeed,strangeinthisunknownspottofindtheyoungmanwhosemisfortuneshadmadesomuchnoiseinParis.

           "Morcerf!"repeatedDebray.ThennoticinginthedimlightthestillyouthfulandveiledfigureofMadamedeMorcerf:—"Pardonme,"headdedwithasmile,"Ileaveyou,Albert."Albertunderstoodhisthoughts."Mother,"hesaid,turningtowardsMercedes,"thisisM.Debray,secretaryoftheministerfortheinterior,onceafriendofmine."

           "Howonce?"stammeredDebray;"whatdoyoumean?"

           "Isayso,M.Debray,becauseIhavenofriendsnow,andIoughtnottohaveany.Ithankyouforhavingrecognizedme,sir."Debraysteppedforward,andcordiallypressedthehandofhisinterlocutor."Believeme,dearAlbert,"hesaid,withalltheemotionhewascapableoffeeling"believeme,Ifeeldeeplyforyourmisfortunes,andifinanywayIcanserveyou,Iamyours."

           "Thankyou,sir,"saidAlbert,smiling."Inthemidstofourmisfortunes,wearestillrichenoughnottorequireassistancefromanyone.WeareleavingParis,andwhenourjourneyispaid,weshallhave5,000francsleft

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