A Summer Ball.

           ThesamedayduringtheinterviewbetweenMadameDanglarsandtheprocureur,atravelling-carriageenteredtheRueduHelder,passedthroughthegatewayofNo.27,andstoppedintheyard.Inamomentthedoorwasopened,andMadamedeMorcerfalighted,leaningonherson’sarm.Albertsoonlefther,orderedhishorses,andhavingarrangedhistoilet,drovetotheChampsElysees,tothehouseofMonteCristo.Thecountreceivedhimwithhishabitualsmile.Itwasastrangethingthatnooneeverappearedtoadvanceastepinthatman’sfavor.Thosewhowould,asitwere,forceapassagetohisheart,foundanimpassablebarrier.Morcerf,whorantowardshimwithopenarms,waschilledashedrewnear,inspiteofthefriendlysmile,andsimplyheldouthishand.MonteCristoshookitcoldly,accordingtohisinvariablepractice."HereIam,dearcount."

           "Welcomehomeagain."

           "Iarrivedanhoursince."

           "FromDieppe?"

           "No,fromTreport."

           "Indeed?"

           "AndIhavecomeatoncetoseeyou."

           "Thatisextremelykindofyou,"saidMonteCristowithatoneofperfectindifference.

           "Andwhatisthenews?"

           "Youshouldnotaskastranger,aforeigner,fornews."

           "Iknowit,butinaskingfornews,Imean,haveyoudoneanythingforme?"

           "Hadyoucommissionedme?"saidMonteCristo,feigninguneasiness.

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