Граф Монте-Крісто

Andrea Cavalcanti.

           MonteCristowatchedhimtillhedisappeared,andthentouchedaspringinapanelmadetolooklikeapicture,which,inslidingpartlyfromtheframe,discoveredtoviewasmallopening,socleverlycontrivedthatitrevealedallthatwaspassinginthedrawing-roomnowoccupiedbyCavalcantiandAndrea.Theyoungmanclosedthedoorbehindhim,andadvancedtowardsthemajor,whohadrisenwhenheheardstepsapproachinghim."Ah,mydearfather!"saidAndreainaloudvoice,inorderthatthecountmighthearhiminthenextroom,"isitreallyyou?"

           "Howdoyoudo,mydearson?"saidthemajorgravely.

           "Aftersomanyyearsofpainfulseparation,"saidAndrea,inthesametoneofvoice,andglancingtowardsthedoor,"whatahappinessitistomeetagain!"

           "Indeeditis,aftersolongaseparation."

           "Willyounotembraceme,sir?"saidAndrea.

           "Ifyouwishit,myson,"saidthemajor;andthetwomenembracedeachotherafterthefashionofactorsonthestage;thatistosay,eachrestedhisheadontheother’sshoulder.

           "Thenweareoncemorereunited?"saidAndrea.

           "Oncemore,"repliedthemajor.

           "Nevermoretobeseparated?"

           "Why,astothatIthink,mydearson,youmustbebythistimesoaccustomedtoFranceastolookuponitalmostasasecondcountry."

           "Thefactis,"saidtheyoungman,"thatIshouldbeexceedinglygrievedtoleaveit.

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