Граф Монте-Крісто

La Mazzolata.

           "Ashespoke,aservantopenedoneofthefourdoorsoftheapartment,saying—"Alsuocommodo!"Thetwoyoungmenaroseandenteredthebreakfast-room.

           Duringthemeal,whichwasexcellent,andadmirablyserved,FranzlookedrepeatedlyatAlbert,inordertoobservetheimpressionswhichhedoubtednothadbeenmadeonhimbythewordsoftheirentertainer;butwhetherwithhisusualcarelessnesshehadpaidbutlittleattentiontohim,whethertheexplanationoftheCountofMonteCristowithregardtoduellinghadsatisfiedhim,orwhethertheeventswhichFranzknewofhadhadtheireffectonhimalone,heremarkedthathiscompaniondidnotpaytheleastregardtothem,butonthecontraryatelikeamanwhoforthelastfourorfivemonthshadbeencondemnedtopartakeofItaliancookerythatis,theworstintheworld.Asforthecount,hejusttouchedthedishes;heseemedtofulfilthedutiesofahostbysittingdownwithhisguests,andawaitedtheirdeparturetobeservedwithsomestrangeormoredelicatefood.ThisbroughtbacktoFranz,inspiteofhimself,therecollectionoftheterrorwithwhichthecounthadinspiredtheCountessG—andherfirmconvictionthatthemanintheoppositeboxwasavampire.AttheendofthebreakfastFranztookouthiswatch."Well,"saidthecount,"whatareyoudoing?"

           "Youmustexcuseus,count,"returnedFranz,"butwehavestillmuchtodo."

           "Whatmaythatbe?"

           "Wehavenomasks,anditisabsolutelynecessarytoprocurethem.

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