Граф Монте-Крісто

The Journey.

           Isendthem,butlikePilatewashingmyhands."

           "AndwhatdoesMademoiselled’Armillysaytoyouforrobbingherofherpupil?"

           "Oh,well,Idon’tknow;butIunderstandthatsheisgoingtoItaly.MadameDanglarsaskedmeforlettersofrecommendationfortheimpresari;IgaveherafewlinesforthedirectoroftheValleTheatre,whoisundersomeobligationtome.Butwhatisthematter,Albert?youlookdull;areyou,afterall,unconsciouslyinlovewithMademoiselleEugenie?"

           "Iamnotawareofit,"saidAlbert,smilingsorrowfully.Beauchampturnedtolookatsomepaintings."But,"continuedMonteCristo,"youarenotinyourusualspirits?"

           "Ihaveadreadfulheadache,"saidAlbert.

           "Well,mydearviscount,"saidMonteCristo,"Ihaveaninfallibleremedytoproposetoyou."

           "Whatisthat?"askedtheyoungman.

           "Achange."

           "Indeed?"saidAlbert.

           "Yes;andasIamjustnowexcessivelyannoyed,Ishallgofromhome.Shallwegotogether?"

           "Youannoyed,count?"saidBeauchamp;"andbywhat?"

           "Ah,youthinkverylightlyofit;Ishouldliketoseeyouwithabriefpreparinginyourhouse."

           "Whatbrief?"

           "TheoneM.deVillefortispreparingagainstmyamiableassassinsomebrigandescapedfromthegallowsapparently."

           "True,"saidBeauchamp;"Isawitinthepaper.

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