Граф Монте-Кристо

A Flurry in Stocks.

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           "Youspeakasifyouwerealreadyherhusband."

           "Ah,"returnedAlbert,inhisturnlookingaroundtoseewhatLucienwasdoing.

           "Really,"saidMonteCristo,loweringhisvoice,"youdonotappeartometobeveryenthusiasticonthesubjectofthismarriage."

           "MademoiselleDanglarsistoorichforme,"repliedMorcerf,"andthatfrightensme."

           "Bah,"exclaimedMonteCristo,"that’safinereasontogive.Areyounotrichyourself?"

           "Myfather’sincomeisabout50,000francsperannum;andhewillgiveme,perhaps,tenortwelvethousandwhenImarry."

           "That,perhaps,mightnotbeconsideredalargesum,inParisespecially,"saidthecount;"buteverythingdoesnotdependonwealth,anditisafinethingtohaveagoodname,andtooccupyahighstationinsociety.Yournameiscelebrated,yourpositionmagnificent;andthentheComtedeMorcerfisasoldier,anditispleasingtoseetheintegrityofaBayardunitedtothepovertyofaDuguesclin;disinterestednessisthebrightestrayinwhichanobleswordcanshine.Asforme,IconsidertheunionwithMademoiselleDanglarsamostsuitableone;shewillenrichyou,andyouwillennobleher."Albertshookhishead,andlookedthoughtful."Thereisstillsomethingelse,"saidhe.

           "Iconfess,"observedMonteCristo,"thatIhavesomedifficultyincomprehendingyourobjectiontoayoungladywhoisbothrichandbeautiful.

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