Граф Монте-Крісто

The Catacombs of Saint Sebastian.

           HehadnodoubtthatitwasthemessengerfromAlbert.Themanwaswrappedupinalargecloak.Hewentuptohim,but,tohisextremeastonishment,thestrangerfirstaddressedhim."Whatwantsyourexcellencyofme?"inquiredtheman,retreatingasteportwo,asiftokeeponhisguard.

           "Arenotyouthepersonwhobroughtmealetter,"inquiredFranz,"fromtheViscountofMorcerf?"

           "YourexcellencylodgesatPastrini’shotel?"

           "Ido."

           "Yourexcellencyisthetravellingcompanionoftheviscount?"

           "Iam."

           "Yourexcellency’sname"—

           "IstheBaronFranzd’Epinay."

           "Thenitistoyourexcellencythatthisletterisaddressed."

           "Isthereanyanswer?"inquiredFranz,takingtheletterfromhim.

           "Yesyourfriendatleasthopesso."

           "Comeup-stairswithme,andIwillgiveittoyou."

           "Ipreferwaitinghere,"saidthemessenger,withasmile.

           "Andwhy?"

           "Yourexcellencywillknowwhenyouhavereadtheletter."

           "ShallIfindyouhere,then?"

           "Certainly."

           Franzenteredthehotel.OnthestaircasehemetSignorPastrini."Well?"saidthelandlord.

           "Wellwhat?"respondedFranz.

           "Youhaveseenthemanwhodesiredtospeakwithyoufromyourfriend?"heaskedofFranz.

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