Граф Монте-Крісто

The Insult.

           deMonteCristoisourenemy?"repliedMercedes,becomingpalerthanthesheetwhichcoveredher."Whotoldyouso?Why,youaremad,Albert!M.deMonteCristohasonlyshownuskindness.M.deMonteCristosavedyourlife;youyourselfpresentedhimtous.Oh,Ientreatyou,myson,ifyouhadentertainedsuchanidea,dispelit;andmycounseltoyounay,myprayeristoretainhisfriendship."

           "Mother,"repliedtheyoungman,"youhaveespecialreasonsfortellingmetoconciliatethatman."

           "I?"saidMercedes,blushingasrapidlyasshehadturnedpale,andagainbecomingpalerthanever.

           "Yes,doubtless;andisitnotthathemayneverdousanyharm?"Mercedesshuddered,and,fixingonhersonascrutinizinggaze,"Youspeakstrangely,"saidshetoAlbert,"andyouappeartohavesomesingularprejudices.Whathasthecountdone?ThreedayssinceyouwerewithhiminNormandy;onlythreedayssincewelookedonhimasourbestfriend."

           AnironicalsmilepassedoverAlbert’slips.Mercedessawitandwiththedoubleinstinctofwomanandmotherguessedall;butasshewasprudentandstrong-mindedsheconcealedbothhersorrowsandherfears.Albertwassilent;aninstantafter,thecountessresumed:"Youcametoinquireaftermyhealth;IwillcandidlyacknowledgethatIamnotwell.Youshouldinstallyourselfhere,andcheermysolitude.Idonotwishtobeleftalone.

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