Граф Монте-Крісто

The Insult.

           

           "Well,"criedhe,withthatbenevolentpolitenesswhichdistinguishedhissalutationfromthecommoncivilitiesoftheworld,"mycavalierhasattainedhisobject.Good-evening,M.deMorcerf."Thecountenanceofthisman,whopossessedsuchextraordinarycontroloverhisfeelings,expressedthemostperfectcordiality.Morrelonlythenrecollectedtheletterhehadreceivedfromtheviscount,inwhich,withoutassigninganyreason,hebeggedhimtogototheopera,butheunderstoodthatsomethingterriblewasbrooding.

           "Wearenotcomehere,sir,toexchangehypocriticalexpressionsofpoliteness,orfalseprofessionsoffriendship,"saidAlbert,"buttodemandanexplanation."Theyoungman’stremblingvoicewasscarcelyaudible."Anexplanationattheopera?"saidthecount,withthatcalmtoneandpenetratingeyewhichcharacterizethemanwhoknowshiscauseisgood."LittleacquaintedasIamwiththehabitsofParisians,Ishouldnothavethoughtthistheplaceforsuchademand."

           "Still,ifpeoplewillshutthemselvesup,"saidAlbert,"andcannotbeseenbecausetheyarebathing,dining,orasleep,wemustavailourselvesoftheopportunitywhenevertheyaretobeseen."

           "Iamnotdifficultofaccess,sir;foryesterday,ifmymemorydoesnotdeceiveme,youwereatmyhouse."

           "YesterdayIwasatyourhouse,sir,"saidtheyoungman;"becausethenIknewnotwhoyouwere.

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