Граф Монте-Крісто

The Ball.

           

           AtthetimetheCountessofMorcerfreturnedtotherooms,aftergivingherorders,manyguestswerearriving,moreattractedbythecharminghospitalityofthecountessthanbythedistinguishedpositionofthecount;for,owingtothegoodtasteofMercedes,onewassureoffindingsomedevicesatherentertainmentworthyofdescribing,orevencopyingincaseofneed.MadameDanglars,inwhomtheeventswehaverelatedhadcauseddeepanxiety,hadhesitatedaboutgoingtoMadamedeMorcerf’s,whenduringthemorninghercarriagehappenedtomeetthatofVillefort.Thelattermadeasign,andwhenthecarriageshaddrawnclosetogether,said"YouaregoingtoMadamedeMorcerf’s,areyounot?"

           "No,"repliedMadameDanglars,"Iamtooill."

           "Youarewrong,"repliedVillefort,significantly;"itisimportantthatyoushouldbeseenthere."

           "Doyouthinkso?"askedthebaroness.

           "Ido."

           "InthatcaseIwillgo."Andthetwocarriagespassedontowardstheirdifferentdestinations.MadameDanglarsthereforecame,notonlybeautifulinperson,butradiantwithsplendor;sheenteredbyonedooratthetimewhenMercedesappearedatthedoor.ThecountesstookAlberttomeetMadameDanglars.Heapproached,paidhersomewellmeritedcomplimentsonhertoilet,andofferedhisarmtoconducthertoaseat.Albertlookedaroundhim."Youarelookingformydaughter?"saidthebaroness,smiling.

           "Iconfessit,"repliedAlbert.

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