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The Guests.

           Youdonotknowyourowngoodfortune!"

           "Andwhatwouldyoudo,mydeardiplomatist,"repliedMorcerf,withaslightdegreeofironyinhisvoice,"ifyoudidnothing?What?privatesecretarytoaminister,plungedatonceintoEuropeancabalsandParisianintrigues;havingkings,and,betterstill,queens,toprotect,partiestounite,electionstodirect;makingmoreuseofyourcabinetwithyourpenandyourtelegraphthanNapoleondidofhisbattle-fieldswithhisswordandhisvictories;possessingfiveandtwentythousandfrancsayear,besidesyourplace;ahorse,forwhichChateau–Renaudofferedyoufourhundredlouis,andwhichyouwouldnotpartwith;atailorwhoneverdisappointsyou;withtheopera,thejockey-club,andotherdiversions,canyounotamuseyourself?Well,Iwillamuseyou."

           "How?"

           "Byintroducingtoyouanewacquaintance."

           "Amanorawoman?"

           "Aman."

           "Iknowsomanymenalready."

           "Butyoudonotknowthisman."

           "Wheredoeshecomefromtheendoftheworld?"

           "Fartherstill,perhaps."

           "Thedeuce!Ihopehedoesnotbringourbreakfastwithhim."

           "Oh,no;ourbreakfastcomesfrommyfather’skitchen.Areyouhungry?"

           "Humiliatingassuchaconfessionis,Iam.ButIdinedatM.deVillefort’s,andlawyersalwaysgiveyouverybaddinners.

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