Граф Монте-Крісто

The Room of the Retired Baker.

           

           "Youthink?Donotfear;pardieu,wearealone."

           "IthinkIhavediscoveredmyfather."

           "Yourtruefather?"

           "Yes."

           "NotoldCavalcanti?"

           "No,forhehasgoneagain;thetrueone,asyousay."

           "Andthatfatheris"—

           "Well,Caderousse,itisMonteCristo."

           "Bah!"

           "Yes,youunderstand,thatexplainsall.Hecannotacknowledgemeopenly,itappears,buthedoesitthroughM.Cavalcanti,andgiveshimfiftythousandfrancsforit."

           "Fiftythousandfrancsforbeingyourfather?Iwouldhavedoneitforhalfthat,fortwentythousand,forfifteenthousand;whydidyounotthinkofme,ungratefulman?"

           "DidIknowanythingaboutit,whenitwasalldonewhenIwasdownthere?"

           "Ah,truly?Andyousaythatbyhiswill"—

           "Heleavesmefivehundredthousandlivres."

           "Areyousureofit?"

           "Heshoweditme;butthatisnotallthereisacodicil,asIsaidjustnow."

           "Probably."

           "Andinthatcodicilheacknowledgesme."

           "Oh,thegoodfather,thebravefather,theveryhonestfather!"saidCaderousse,twirlingaplateintheairbetweenhistwohands.

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