Граф Монте-Крісто

Haidee.

           Haideetooktheporcelaincupinherlittleslenderfingersandconveyedittohermouthwithalltheinnocentartlessnessofachildwheneatingordrinkingsomethingwhichitlikes.Atthismomenttwowomenentered,bringingsalversfilledwithicesandsherbet,whichtheyplacedontwosmalltablesappropriatedtothatpurpose."Mydearhost,andyou,signora,"saidAlbert,inItalian,"excusemyapparentstupidity.Iamquitebewildered,anditisnaturalthatitshouldbeso.HereIamintheheartofParis;butamomentagoIheardtherumblingoftheomnibusesandthetinklingofthebellsofthelemonade-sellers,andnowIfeelasifIweresuddenlytransportedtotheEast;notsuchasIhaveseenit,butsuchasmydreamshavepaintedit.Oh,signora,ifIcouldbutspeakGreek,yourconversation,addedtothefairy-scenewhichsurroundsme,wouldfurnishaneveningofsuchdelightasitwouldbeimpossibleformeevertoforget."

           "IspeaksufficientItaliantoenablemetoconversewithyou,sir,"saidHaideequietly;"andifyoulikewhatisEastern,Iwilldomybesttosecurethegratificationofyourtasteswhileyouarehere."

           "OnwhatsubjectshallIconversewithher?"saidAlbert,inalowtonetoMonteCristo.

           "Justwhatyouplease;youmayspeakofhercountryandofheryouthfulreminiscences,orifyoulikeitbetteryoucantalkofRome,Naples,orFlorence.

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