The Insult.

           Atthebanker’sdoorBeauchampstoppedMorcerf."Listen,"saidhe;"justnowItoldyouitwasofM.deMonteCristoyoumustdemandanexplanation."

           "Yes;andwearegoingtohishouse."

           "Reflect,Morcerf,onemomentbeforeyougo."

           "OnwhatshallIreflect?"

           "Ontheimportanceofthestepyouaretaking."

           "IsitmoreseriousthangoingtoM.Danglars?"

           "Yes;M.Danglarsisamoney-lover,andthosewholovemoney,youknow,thinktoomuchofwhattheyrisktobeeasilyinducedtofightaduel.Theotheris,onthecontrary,toallappearanceatruenobleman;butdoyounotfeartofindhimabully?"

           "Ionlyfearonething;namely,tofindamanwhowillnotfight."

           "Donotbealarmed,"saidBeauchamp;"hewillmeetyou.Myonlyfearisthathewillbetoostrongforyou."

           "Myfriend,"saidMorcerf,withasweetsmile,"thatiswhatIwish.Thehappiestthingthatcouldoccurtome,wouldbetodieinmyfather’sstead;thatwouldsaveusall."

           "Yourmotherwoulddieofgrief."

           "Mypoormother!"saidAlbert,passinghishandacrosshiseyes,"Iknowshewould;butbettersothandieofshame."

           "Areyouquitedecided,Albert?"

           "Yes;letusgo."

           "Butdoyouthinkweshallfindthecountathome?"

           "Heintendedreturningsomehoursafterme,anddoubtlessheisnowathome.

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