Граф Монте-Крісто

The Hundred Days.

           

           MorrelexpectedVillefortwouldbedejected;hefoundhimashehadfoundhimsixweeksbefore,calm,firm,andfullofthatglacialpoliteness,thatmostinsurmountablebarrierwhichseparatesthewell-bredfromthevulgarman.

           HehadenteredVillefort’sofficeexpectingthatthemagistratewouldtrembleatthesightofhim;onthecontrary,hefeltacoldshudderalloverhimwhenhesawVillefortsittingtherewithhiselbowonhisdesk,andhisheadleaningonhishand.Hestoppedatthedoor;Villefortgazedathimasifhehadsomedifficultyinrecognizinghim;then,afterabriefinterval,duringwhichthehonestshipownerturnedhishatinhishands

           "M.Morrel,Ibelieve?"saidVillefort.

           "Yes,sir."

           "Comenearer,"saidthemagistrate,withapatronizingwaveofthehand,"andtellmetowhatcircumstanceIowethehonorofthisvisit."

           "Doyounotguess,monsieur?"askedMorrel.

           "Notintheleast;butifIcanserveyouinanywayIshallbedelighted."

           "Everythingdependsonyou."

           "Explainyourself,pray."

           "Monsieur,"saidMorrel,recoveringhisassuranceasheproceeded,"doyourecollectthatafewdaysbeforethelandingofhismajestytheemperor,Icametointercedeforayoungman,themateofmyship,whowasaccusedofbeingconcernedincorrespondencewiththeIslandofElba?Whatwastheotherdayacrimeistodayatitletofavor.YouthenservedLouisXVIII.

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