Граф Монте-Крісто

Ghosts.

           Ablacksatinstock,freshfromthemaker’shands,graymoustaches,aboldeye,amajor’suniform,ornamentedwiththreemedalsandfivecrossesinfact,thethoroughbearingofanoldsoldiersuchwastheappearanceofMajorBartolomeoCavalcanti,thattenderfatherwithwhomwearealreadyacquainted.Closetohim,dressedinentirelynewclothes,advancedsmilinglyCountAndreaCavalcanti,thedutifulson,whomwealsoknow.Thethreeyoungpeopleweretalkingtogether.Ontheentranceofthenew-comers,theireyesglancedfromfathertoson,andthen,naturallyenough,restedonthelatter,whomtheybegancriticising."Cavalcanti!"saidDebray."Afinename,"saidMorrel.

           "Yes,"saidChateau–Renaud,"theseItaliansarewellnamedandbadlydressed."

           "Youarefastidious,Chateau–Renaud,"repliedDebray;"thoseclothesarewellcutandquitenew."

           "ThatisjustwhatIfindfaultwith.Thatgentlemanappearstobewelldressedforthefirsttimeinhislife."

           "Whoarethosegentlemen?"askedDanglarsofMonteCristo.

           "YouheardCavalcanti."

           "Thattellsmetheirname,andnothingelse."

           "Ah,true.YoudonotknowtheItaliannobility;theCavalcantiarealldescendedfromprinces."

           "Havetheyanyfortune?"

           "Anenormousone."

           "Whatdotheydo?"

           "Trytospenditall.

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