Граф Монте-Крісто

The Room of the Retired Baker.

           Correctinghimselfimmediately,hesaid,"Excuseme,sir;hopealonemakesmealmostmadwhatwillnotrealitydo?"

           "But,"saidDanglarswho,onhispart,didnotperceivehowsoontheconversation,whichwasatfirstdisinterested,wasturningtoabusinesstransaction"thereis,doubtless,apartofyourfortuneyourfathercouldnotrefuseyou?"

           "Which?"askedtheyoungman.

           "Thatyouinheritfromyourmother."

           "Truly,frommymother,LeonoraCorsinari."

           "Howmuchmayitamountto?"

           "Indeed,sir,"saidAndrea,"IassureyouIhavenevergiventhesubjectathought,butIsupposeitmusthavebeenatleasttwomillions."Danglarsfeltasmuchovercomewithjoyasthemiserwhofindsalosttreasure,orastheshipwreckedmarinerwhofeelshimselfonsolidgroundinsteadofintheabysswhichheexpectedwouldswallowhimup.

           "Well,sir,"saidAndrea,bowingtothebankerrespectfully,"mayIhope?"

           "Youmaynotonlyhope,"saidDanglars,"butconsideritasettledthing,ifnoobstaclearisesonyourpart."

           "Iam,indeed,rejoiced,"saidAndrea.

           "But,"saidDanglarsthoughtfully,"howisitthatyourpatron,M.deMonteCristo,didnotmakehisproposalforyou?"Andreablushedimperceptibly."Ihavejustleftthecount,sir,"saidhe;"heis,doubtless,adelightfulmanbutinconceivablypeculiarinhisideas.Heesteemsmehighly.

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