Граф Монте-Крісто

The Fifth of September.

           Heremainedmotionlessonthespot,pressingwithhislefthandsomethinghehadconcealedunderhiscoat.Maximiliansprangdownthestaircase,andthrewhisarmsroundhisfather’sneck;butsuddenlyherecoiled,andplacedhisrighthandonMorrel’sbreast."Father,"heexclaimed,turningpaleasdeath,"whatareyougoingtodowiththatbraceofpistolsunderyourcoat?"

           "Oh,thisiswhatIfeared!"saidMorrel.

           "Father,father,inheaven’sname,"exclaimedtheyoungman,"whataretheseweaponsfor?"

           "Maximilian,"repliedMorrel,lookingfixedlyathisson,"youareaman,andamanofhonor.Come,andIwillexplaintoyou."

           AndwithafirmstepMorrelwentuptohisstudy,whileMaximilianfollowedhim,tremblingashewent.Morrelopenedthedoor,andcloseditbehindhisson;then,crossingtheanteroom,wenttohisdeskonwhichheplacedthepistols,andpointedwithhisfingertoanopenledger.Inthisledgerwasmadeoutanexactbalance-sheetofhisaffair’s.Morrelhadtopay,withinhalfanhour,287,500francs.Allhepossessedwas15,257francs."Read!"saidMorrel.

           Theyoungmanwasoverwhelmedasheread.Morrelsaidnotaword.Whatcouldhesay?Whatneedheaddtosuchadesperateproofinfigures?"Andhaveyoudoneallthatispossible,father,tomeetthisdisastrousresult?"askedtheyoungman,afteramoment’spause."Ihave,"repliedMorrel.

           "Youhavenomoneycominginonwhichyoucanrely?"

           "None.

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