Граф Монте-Крісто

The Catacombs of Saint Sebastian.

           Franzdressedhimself,andwentout,tellinghishostthathewasgoingtopassthenightattheDukeofBracciano’s.ThehouseoftheDukeofBraccianoisoneofthemostdelightfulinRome,theduchess,oneofthelastheiressesoftheColonnas,doesitshonorswiththemostconsummategrace,andthustheirfeteshaveaEuropeancelebrity.FranzandAlberthadbroughttoRomelettersofintroductiontothem,andtheirfirstquestiononhisarrivalwastoinquirethewhereaboutsofhistravellingcompanion.Franzrepliedthathehadlefthimatthemomenttheywereabouttoextinguishthemoccoli,andthathehadlostsightofhimintheViaMacello."Thenhehasnotreturned?"saidtheduke.

           "Iwaitedforhimuntilthishour,"repliedFranz.

           "Anddoyouknowwhitherhewent?"

           "No,notprecisely;however,Ithinkitwassomethingverylikearendezvous."

           "Diavolo!"saidtheduke,"thisisabadday,orratherabadnight,tobeoutlate;isitnot,countess!"ThesewordswereaddressedtotheCountessG—whohadjustarrived,andwasleaningonthearmofSignorTorlonia,theduke’sbrother.

           "Ithink,onthecontrary,thatitisacharmingnight,"repliedthecountess,"andthosewhoareherewillcomplainofbutonethingitstoorapidflight.

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