Граф Монте-Крісто

Mother and Son.

           Thelatterdidnotappeartoarousefromhislethargy;infact,hedidnotnoticetheofferedhand."Good-by,"saidChateau–Renaudinhisturn,keepinghislittlecaneinhislefthand,andsalutingwithhisright.Albert’slipsscarcelywhispered"Good-by,"buthislookwasmoreexplicit;itexpressedawholepoemofrestrainedanger,prouddisdain,andgenerousindignation.Hepreservedhismelancholyandmotionlesspositionforsometimeafterhistwofriendshadregainedtheircarriage;thensuddenlyunfasteninghishorsefromthelittletreetowhichhisservanthadtiedit,hemountedandgallopedoffinthedirectionofParis.

           InaquarterofanhourhewasenteringthehouseintheRueduHelder.Ashealighted,hethoughthesawhisfather’spalefacebehindthecurtainofthecount’sbedroom.Albertturnedawayhisheadwithasigh,andwenttohisownapartments.Hecastonelingeringlookonalltheluxurieswhichhadrenderedlifesoeasyandsohappysincehisinfancy;helookedatthepictures,whosefacesseemedtosmile,andthelandscapes,whichappearedpaintedinbrightercolors.Thenhetookawayhismother’sportrait,withitsoakenframe,leavingthegiltframefromwhichhetookitblackandempty.

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