Граф Монте-Крісто

Father and Son.

           Hewasamanoftwenty-fiveorsix,andheldapieceofcloth,which,beingatailor,hewasabouttomakeintoacoat-lining.

           "What,isityou,Edmond,backagain?"saidhe,withabroadMarseillaiseaccent,andagrinthatdisplayedhisivory-whiteteeth.

           "Yes,asyousee,neighborCaderousse;andreadytobeagreeabletoyouinanyandeveryway,"repliedDantes,butill-concealinghiscoldnessunderthiscloakofcivility.

           "Thanksthanks;but,fortunately,Idonotwantforanything;anditchancesthatattimesthereareotherswhohaveneedofme."Dantesmadeagesture."Idonotalludetoyou,myboy.No!no!Ilentyoumoney,andyoureturnedit;that’slikegoodneighbors,andwearequits."

           "Weareneverquitswiththosewhoobligeus,"wasDantes’reply;"forwhenwedonotowethemmoney,weowethemgratitude."

           "What’stheuseofmentioningthat?Whatisdoneisdone.Letustalkofyourhappyreturn,myboy.Ihadgoneonthequaytomatchapieceofmulberrycloth,whenImetfriendDanglars.‘YouatMarseilles?’—‘Yes,’sayshe.

           "‘IthoughtyouwereatSmyrna.’—‘Iwas;butamnowbackagain.’

           "‘Andwhereisthedearboy,ourlittleEdmond?’

           "‘Why,withhisfather,nodoubt,’repliedDanglars.AndsoIcame,"addedCaderousse,"asfastasIcouldtohavethepleasureofshakinghandswithafriend.

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