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Beauchamp.

           

           "AreyougoingtomarryMademoiselleDanglars?"

           "Whydoyouaskmenow?"

           "Becausetheruptureorfulfilmentofthisengagementisconnectedwiththepersonofwhomwewerespeaking."

           "How?"saidAlbert,whosebrowreddened;"youthinkM.Danglars"—

           "Iaskyouonlyhowyourengagementstands?PrayputnoconstructiononmywordsIdonotmeantheyshouldconvey,andgivethemnoundueweight."

           "No."saidAlbert,"theengagementisbrokenoff."

           "Well,"saidBeauchamp.Then,seeingtheyoungmanwasabouttorelapseintomelancholy,"Letusgoout,Albert,"saidhe;"arideinthewoodinthephaeton,oronhorseback,willrefreshyou;wewillthenreturntobreakfast,andyoushallattendtoyouraffairs,andItomine."

           "Willingly,"saidAlbert;"butletuswalk.Ithinkalittleexertionwoulddomegood."Thetwofriendswalkedoutonthefortress.WhenarrivedattheMadeleine"Sinceweareout,"saidBeauchamp,"letuscallonM.deMonteCristo;heisadmirablyadaptedtoreviveone’sspirits,becauseheneverinterrogates,andinmyopinionthosewhoasknoquestionsarethebestcomforters."

           "Gladly,"saidAlbert;"Ilovehimletuscall."

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