Граф Монте-Крісто

Mother and Son.

           ThenhearrangedallhisbeautifulTurkisharms,hisfineEnglishguns,hisJapanesechina,hiscupsmountedinsilver,hisartisticbronzesbyFeucheresandBarye;examinedthecupboards,andplacedthekeyineach;threwintoadrawerofhissecretary,whichheleftopen,allthepocket-moneyhehadabouthim,andwithitthethousandfancyjewelsfromhisvasesandhisjewel-boxes;thenhemadeanexactinventoryofeverything,andplaceditinthemostconspicuouspartofthetable,afterputtingasidethebooksandpaperswhichhadcollectedthere.

           Atthebeginningofthiswork,hisservant,notwithstandingorderstothecontrary,cametohisroom."Whatdoyouwant?"askedhe,withamoresorrowfulthanangrytone."Pardonme,sir,"repliedthevalet;"youhadforbiddenmetodisturbyou,buttheCountofMorcerfhascalledme."

           "Well!"saidAlbert.

           "Ididnotliketogotohimwithoutfirstseeingyou."

           "Why?"

           "BecausethecountisdoubtlessawarethatIaccompaniedyoutothemeetingthismorning."

           "Itisprobable,"saidAlbert.

           "Andsincehehassentforme,itisdoubtlesstoquestionmeonwhathappenedthere.WhatmustIanswer?"

           "Thetruth."

           "ThenIshallsaythedueldidnottakeplace?"

           "YouwillsayIapologizedtotheCountofMonteCristo.Go."

           Thevaletbowedandretired,andAlbertreturnedtohisinventory.

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