Граф Монте-Крісто

The Cemetery of Pere-la-Chaise.

           

           "Maximilianhasjustreturned,hashenot,madame?"askedthecount.

           "Yes,IthinkIsawhimpass;butpray,callEmmanuel."

           "Excuseme,madame,butImustgouptoMaximilian’sroomthisinstant,"repliedMonteCristo,"Ihavesomethingofthegreatestimportancetotellhim."

           "Go,then,"shesaidwithacharmingsmile,whichaccompaniedhimuntilhehaddisappeared.MonteCristosoonranupthestaircaseconductingfromtheground-floortoMaximilian’sroom;whenhereachedthelandinghelistenedattentively,butallwasstill.Likemanyoldhousesoccupiedbyasinglefamily,theroomdoorwaspanelledwithglass;butitwaslocked,Maximilianwasshutin,anditwasimpossibletoseewhatwaspassingintheroom,becausearedcurtainwasdrawnbeforetheglass.Thecount’sanxietywasmanifestedbyabrightcolorwhichseldomappearedonthefaceofthatimperturbableman.

           "WhatshallIdo!"heuttered,andreflectedforamoment;"shallIring?No,thesoundofabell,announcingavisitor,willbutacceleratetheresolutionofoneinMaximilian’ssituation,andthenthebellwouldbefollowedbyaloudernoise."MonteCristotrembledfromheadtofootandasifhisdeterminationhadbeentakenwiththerapidityoflightning,hestruckoneofthepanesofglasswithhiselbow;theglasswasshiveredtoatoms,thenwithdrawingthecurtainhesawMorrel,whohadbeenwritingathisdesk,boundfromhisseatatthenoiseofthebrokenwindow.

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