Граф Монте-Крісто

A Summer Ball.

           

           "Yourfatherwasfortunate,then?"saidhe.

           "Youknowmyopinionofmymother,count;lookather—stillbeautiful,witty,morecharmingthanever.ForanyothersontohavestayedwithhismotherforfourdaysatTreport,itwouldhavebeenacondescensionoramartyrdom,whileIreturn,morecontented,morepeaceful—shallIsaymorepoetic!—thanifIhadtakenQueenMaborTitaniaasmycompanion."

           "Thatisanoverwhelmingdemonstration,andyouwouldmakeeveryonevowtoliveasinglelife."

           "SucharemyreasonsfornotlikingtomarryMademoiselleDanglars.Haveyouevernoticedhowmuchathingisheightenedinvaluewhenweobtainpossessionofit?ThediamondwhichglitteredinthewindowatMarle’sorFossin’sshineswithmoresplendorwhenitisourown;butifwearecompelledtoacknowledgethesuperiorityofanother,andstillmustretaintheonethatisinferior,doyounotknowwhatwehavetoendure?"

           "Worldling,"murmuredthecount.

           "ThusIshallrejoicewhenMademoiselleEugenieperceivesIambutapitifulatom,withscarcelyasmanyhundredthousandfrancsasshehasmillions."MonteCristosmiled."Oneplanoccurredtome,"continuedAlbert;"Franzlikesallthatiseccentric;ItriedtomakehimfallinlovewithMademoiselleDanglars;butinspiteoffourletters,writteninthemostalluringstyle,heinvariablyanswered:‘Myeccentricitymaybegreat,butitwillnotmakemebreakmypromise.

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