Граф Монте-Крісто

Mother and Son.

           Ashewasfinishingthiswork,thesoundofhorsesprancingintheyard,andthewheelsofacarriageshakinghiswindow,attractedhisattention.Heapproachedthewindow,andsawhisfathergetintoit,anddriveaway.ThedoorwasscarcelyclosedwhenAlbertbenthisstepstohismother’sroom;and,noonebeingtheretoannouncehim,headvancedtoherbed-chamber,anddistressedbywhathesawandguessed,stoppedforonemomentatthedoor.Asifthesameideahadanimatedthesetwobeings,Mercedeswasdoingthesameinherapartmentsthathehadjustdoneinhis.Everythingwasinorder—laces,dresses,jewels,linen,money,allwerearrangedinthedrawers,andthecountesswascarefullycollectingthekeys.Albertsawallthesepreparationsandunderstoodthem,andexclaiming,"Mymother!"hethrewhisarmsaroundherneck.

           Theartistwhocouldhavedepictedtheexpressionofthesetwocountenanceswouldcertainlyhavemadeofthemabeautifulpicture.Alltheseproofsofanenergeticresolution,whichAlbertdidnotfearonhisownaccount,alarmedhimforhismother."Whatareyoudoing?"askedhe.

           "Whatwereyoudoing?"repliedshe.

           "Oh,mymother!"exclaimedAlbert,soovercomehecouldscarcelyspeak;"itisnotthesamewithyouandme—youcannothavemadethesameresolutionIhave,forIhavecometowarnyouthatIbidadieutoyourhouse,and—andtoyou.

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