Граф Монте-Крісто

The Dinner.

           "

           "Yes,"saidVillefort,"really,count,youfrightentheladies."

           "Whatisthematter?"askedDebray,inawhisper,ofMadameDanglars.

           "Nothing,"sherepliedwithaviolenteffort."Iwantair,thatisall."

           "Willyoucomeintothegarden?"saidDebray,advancingtowardsthebackstaircase.

           "No,no,"sheanswered,"Iwouldratherremainhere."

           "Areyoureallyfrightened,madame?"saidMonteCristo.

           "Oh,no,sir,"saidMadameDanglars;"butyousupposescenesinamannerwhichgivesthemtheappearanceofreality."

           "Ah,yes,"saidMonteCristosmiling;"itisallamatterofimagination.Whyshouldwenotimaginethistheapartmentofanhonestmother?Andthisbedwithredhangings,abedvisitedbythegoddessLucina?Andthatmysteriousstaircase,thepassagethroughwhich,nottodisturbtheirsleep,thedoctorandnursepass,oreventhefathercarryingthesleepingchild?"HereMadameDanglars,insteadofbeingcalmedbythesoftpicture,utteredagroanandfainted."MadameDanglarsisill,"saidVillefort;"itwouldbebettertotakehertohercarriage."

           "Oh,monDieu,"saidMonteCristo,"andIhaveforgottenmysmelling-bottle!"

           "Ihavemine,"saidMadamedeVillefort;andshepassedovertoMonteCristoabottlefullofthesamekindofredliquidwhosegoodpropertiesthecounthadtestedonEdward.

           "Ah,"saidMonteCristo,takingitfromherhand.

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