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The Ball.

           

           "Albert,"sheasked,"didyounoticethat?"

           "What,mother?"

           "ThatthecounthasneverbeenwillingtopartakeoffoodundertheroofofM.deMorcerf."

           "Yes;butthenhebreakfastedwithmeindeed,hemadehisfirstappearanceintheworldonthatoccasion."

           "ButyourhouseisnotM.deMorcerf’s,"murmuredMercedes;"andsincehehasbeenhereIhavewatchedhim."

           "Well?"

           "Well,hehastakennothingyet."

           "Thecountisverytemperate."Mercedessmiledsadly."Approachhim,"saidshe,"andwhenthenextwaiterpasses,insistuponhistakingsomething."

           "Butwhy,mother?"

           "Justtopleaseme,Albert,"saidMercedes.Albertkissedhismother’shand,anddrewnearthecount.Anothersalverpassed,loadedliketheprecedingones;shesawAlbertattempttopersuadethecount,butheobstinatelyrefused.Albertrejoinedhismother;shewasverypale.

           "Well,"saidshe,"youseeherefuses?"

           "Yes;butwhyneedthisannoyyou?"

           "Youknow,Albert,womenaresingularcreatures.Ishouldliketohaveseenthecounttakesomethinginmyhouse,ifonlyanice.PerhapshecannotreconcilehimselftotheFrenchstyleofliving,andmightprefersomethingelse."

           "Oh,no;IhaveseenhimeatofeverythinginItaly;nodoubthedoesnotfeelinclinedthisevening.

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