Граф Монте-Крісто

The Meeting.

           Thelatterretainedthecount’shandbetweenhis."Ilike,"saidhe,"tofeelahandlikethis,whenitsownerreliesonthegoodnessofhiscause."

           "Itseemstome,"saidEmmanuel,"thatIseetwoyoungmendownthere,whoareevidently,waiting."MonteCristodrewMorrelasteportwobehindhisbrother-inlaw."Maximilian,"saidhe,"areyouraffectionsdisengaged?"MorrellookedatMonteCristowithastonishment."Idonotseekyourconfidence,mydearfriend.Ionlyaskyouasimplequestion;answerit;thatisallIrequire."

           "Iloveayounggirl,count."

           "Doyoulovehermuch?"

           "Morethanmylife."

           "Anotherhopedefeated!"saidthecount.Then,withasigh,"PoorHaidee!"murmuredhe.

           "Totellthetruth,count,ifIknewlessofyou,Ishouldthinkthatyouwerelessbravethanyouare."

           "BecauseIsighwhenthinkingofsomeoneIamleaving?Come,Morrel,itisnotlikeasoldiertobesobadajudgeofcourage.DoIregretlife?Whatisittome,whohavepassedtwentyyearsbetweenlifeanddeath?Moreover,donotalarmyourself,Morrel;thisweakness,ifitissuch,isbetrayedtoyoualone.Iknowtheworldisadrawing-room,fromwhichwemustretirepolitelyandhonestly;thatis,withabow,andourdebtsofhonorpaid."

           "Thatistothepurpose.Haveyoubroughtyourarms?"

           "I?whatfor?Ihopethesegentlemenhavetheirs."

           "Iwillinquire,"saidMorrel.

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