Граф Монте-Крісто

In the Lucerne Patch.

           deMorcerf;andI,ontheotherhand,wasconfessingtoherhowwretcheditmademetothinkofmarryingM.d’Epinay."

           "DearValentine!"

           "ThatwillaccounttoyoufortheunreservedmannerwhichyouobservedbetweenmeandEugenie,asinspeakingofthemanwhomIcouldnotlove,mythoughtsinvoluntarilyrevertedtohimonwhommyaffectionswerefixed."

           "Ah,howgoodyouaretosayso,Valentine!YoupossessaqualitywhichcanneverbelongtoMademoiselleDanglars.Itisthatindefinablecharmwhichistoawomanwhatperfumeistotheflowerandflavortothefruit,forthebeautyofeitherisnottheonlyqualityweseek."

           "Itisyourlovewhichmakesyoulookuponeverythinginthatlight."

           "No,Valentine,Iassureyousuchisnotthecase.Iwasobservingyoubothwhenyouwerewalkinginthegarden,and,onmyhonor,withoutatallwishingtodepreciatethebeautyofMademoiselleDanglars,Icannotunderstandhowanymancanreallyloveher."

           "Thefactis,Maximilian,thatIwasthere,andmypresencehadtheeffectofrenderingyouunjustinyourcomparison."

           "No;buttellmeitisaquestionofsimplecuriosity,andwhichwassuggestedbycertainideaspassinginmymindrelativetoMademoiselleDanglars"—

           "Idaresayitissomethingdisparagingwhichyouaregoingtosay.Itonlyproveshowlittleindulgencewemayexpectfromyoursex,"interruptedValentine.

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