Граф Монте-Крісто

The Room of the Retired Baker.

           "Well,whathaveyoutosay?youhaveseenyourdreamrealized."

           "Icanstillsayitisadream;aretiredbaker,mypoorBenedetto,isrichhehasanannuity."

           "Well,youhaveanannuity."

           "Ihave?"

           "Yes,sinceIbringyouyourtwohundredfrancs."Caderousseshruggedhisshoulders."Itishumiliating,"saidhe,"thustoreceivemoneygivengrudginglyanuncertainsupplywhichmaysoonfail.YouseeIamobligedtoeconomize,incaseyourprosperityshouldcease.Well,myfriend,fortuneisinconstant,asthechaplainoftheregimentsaid.Iknowyourprosperityisgreat,yourascal;youaretomarrythedaughterofDanglars."

           "What?ofDanglars?"

           "Yes,tobesure;mustIsayBaronDanglars?ImightaswellsayCountBenedetto.Hewasanoldfriendofmineandifhehadnotsobadamemoryheoughttoinvitemetoyourwedding,seeinghecametomine.Yes,yes,tomine;gad,hewasnotsoproudthenhewasanunder-clerktothegoodM.Morrel.IhavedinedmanytimeswithhimandtheCountofMorcerf,soyouseeIhavesomehighconnectionsandwereItocultivatethemalittle,wemightmeetinthesamedrawing-rooms."

           "Come,yourjealousyrepresentseverythingtoyouinthewronglight."

           "Thatisallveryfine,Benedettomio,butIknowwhatIamsaying.PerhapsImayonedayputonmybestcoat,andpresentingmyselfatthegreatgate,introducemyself.Meanwhileletussitdownandeat.

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