Граф Монте-Крісто

The Lemonade.

           Shelookedmarvellouslybeautifulinherdeepmourningdress,andMorrelexperiencedsuchintensedelightingazinguponherthathefeltasifhecouldalmosthavedispensedwiththeconversationofhergrandfather.Buttheeasy-chairoftheoldmanwasheardrollingalongthefloor,andhesoonmadehisappearanceintheroom.NoirtieracknowledgedbyalookofextremekindnessandbenevolencethethankswhichMorrellavishedonhimforhistimelyinterventiononbehalfofValentineandhimselfaninterventionwhichhadsavedthemfromdespair.Morrelthencastontheinvalidaninterrogativelookastothenewfavorwhichhedesignedtobestowonhim.Valentinewassittingatalittledistancefromthem,timidlyawaitingthemomentwhensheshouldbeobligedtospeak.Noirtierfixedhiseyesonher."AmItosaywhatyoutoldme?"askedValentine.Noirtiermadeasignthatshewastodoso.

           "MonsieurMorrel,"saidValentinetotheyoungman,whowasregardingherwiththemostintenseinterest,"mygrandfather,M.Noirtier,hadathousandthingstosay,whichhetoldmethreedaysago;andnow,hehassentforyou,thatImayrepeatthemtoyou.Iwillrepeatthem,then;andsincehehaschosenmeashisinterpreter,Iwillbefaithfultothetrust,andwillnotalterawordofhisintentions."

           "Oh,Iamlisteningwiththegreatestimpatience,"repliedtheyoungman;"speak,Ibegofyou.

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