Граф Монте-Крісто

The Insult.

           "Nowallthatissettled,doletmeseetheperformance,andtellyourfriendAlbertnottocomeanymorethisevening;hewillhurthimselfwithallhisill-chosenbarbarisms:lethimgohomeandgotosleep."Beauchampleftthebox,perfectlyamazed."Now,"saidMonteCristo,turningtowardsMorrel,"Imaydependuponyou,mayInot?"

           "Certainly,"saidMorrel,"Iamatyourservice,count;still"

           "What?"

           "ItisdesirableIshouldknowtherealcause."

           "Thatistosay,youwouldrathernot?"

           "No."

           "Theyoungmanhimselfisactingblindfolded,andknowsnotthetruecause,whichisknownonlytoGodandtome;butIgiveyoumyword,Morrel,thatGod,whodoesknowit,willbeonourside."

           "Enough,"saidMorrel;"whoisyoursecondwitness?"

           "IknownooneinParis,Morrel,onwhomIcouldconferthathonorbesidesyouandyourbrotherEmmanuel.DoyouthinkEmmanuelwouldobligeme?"

           "Iwillanswerforhim,count."

           "Well?thatisallIrequire.To-morrowmorning,atseveno’clock,youwillbewithme,willyounot?"

           "Wewill."

           "Hush,thecurtainisrising.Listen!IneverloseanoteofthisoperaifIcanavoidit;themusicofWilliamTellissosweet."

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