Граф Монте-Крісто

A Summer Ball.

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           "Thereis,then,one,"saidMonteCristo,"whomyoudonotcondemnlikepoorDanglars?"

           "BecauseIamnotcompelledtomarryhisdaughterperhaps,"repliedAlbert,laughing.

           "Indeed,mydearsir,"saidMonteCristo,"youarerevoltinglyfoppish."

           "Ifoppish?howdoyoumean?"

           "Yes;praytakeacigar,andceasetodefendyourself,andtostruggletoescapemarryingMademoiselleDanglars.Letthingstaketheircourse;perhapsyoumaynothavetoretract."

           "Bah,"saidAlbert,staring.

           "Doubtless,mydearviscount,youwillnotbetakenbyforce;andseriously,doyouwishtobreakoffyourengagement?"

           "Iwouldgiveahundredthousandfrancstobeabletodoso."

           "Thenmakeyourselfquiteeasy.M.Danglarswouldgivedoublethatsumtoattainthesameend."

           "AmI,indeed,sohappy?"saidAlbert,whostillcouldnotpreventanalmostimperceptiblecloudpassingacrosshisbrow."But,mydearcount,hasM.Danglarsanyreason?"

           "Ah,thereisyourproudandselfishnature.Youwouldexposetheself-loveofanotherwithahatchet,butyoushrinkifyourownisattackedwithaneedle."

           "ButyetM.Danglarsappeared"

           "Delightedwithyou,washenot?Well,heisamanofbadtaste,andisstillmoreenchantedwithanother.Iknownotwhom;lookandjudgeforyourself."

           "Thankyou,Iunderstand.

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