Граф Монте-Крісто

A Nocturnal Interview.

           Iguessedall;Ifollowedhimthiseveningtotheopera,and,concealedinaparquetbox,haveseenall."

           "Ifyouhaveseenall,madame,youknowthatthesonofFernandhaspubliclyinsultedme,"saidMonteCristowithawfulcalmness.

           "Oh,forpity’ssake!"

           "YouhaveseenthathewouldhavethrownhisgloveinmyfaceifMorrel,oneofmyfriends,hadnotstoppedhim."

           "Listentome,mysonhasalsoguessedwhoyouareheattributeshisfather’smisfortunestoyou."

           "Madame,youaremistaken,theyarenotmisfortunesitisapunishment.ItisnotIwhostrikeM.deMorcerf;itisprovidencewhichpunisheshim."

           "Andwhydoyourepresentprovidence?"criedMercedes."Whydoyourememberwhenitforgets?WhatareYaninaanditsviziertoyou,Edmond?WhatinjuryhisFernandMondegodoneyouinbetrayingAliTepelini?"

           "Ah,madame,"repliedMonteCristo,"allthisisanaffairbetweentheFrenchcaptainandthedaughterofVasiliki.Itdoesnotconcernme,youareright;andifIhavesworntorevengemyself,itisnotontheFrenchcaptain,ortheCountofMorcerf,butonthefishermanFernand,thehusbandofMercedestheCatalane."

           "Ah,sir!"criedthecountess,"howterribleavengeanceforafaultwhichfatalitymademecommit!forIamtheonlyculprit,Edmond,andifyouowerevengetoanyone,itistome,whohadnotfortitudetobearyourabsenceandmysolitude.

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