Граф Монте-Крісто

The Guests.

           Youwouldthinktheyfeltsomeremorse;didyoueverremarkthat?"

           "Ah,depreciateotherpersons’dinners;youministersgivesuchsplendidones."

           "Yes;butwedonotinvitepeopleoffashion.Ifwewerenotforcedtoentertainaparcelofcountryboobiesbecausetheythinkandvotewithus,weshouldneverdreamofdiningathome,Iassureyou."

           "Well,takeanotherglassofsherryandanotherbiscuit."

           "Willingly.YourSpanishwineisexcellent.Youseewewerequiterighttopacifythatcountry."

           "Yes;butDonCarlos?"

           "Well,DonCarloswilldrinkBordeaux,andintenyearswewillmarryhissontothelittlequeen."

           "YouwillthenobtaintheGoldenFleece,ifyouarestillintheministry."

           "Ithink,Albert,youhaveadoptedthesystemoffeedingmeonsmokethismorning."

           "Well,youmustallowitisthebestthingforthestomach;butIhearBeauchampinthenextroom;youcandisputetogether,andthatwillpassawaythetime."

           "Aboutwhat?"

           "Aboutthepapers."

           "Mydearfriend,"saidLucienwithanairofsovereigncontempt,"doIeverreadthepapers?"

           "Thenyouwilldisputethemore."

           "M.Beauchamp,"announcedtheservant."Comein,comein,"saidAlbert,risingandadvancingtomeettheyoungman."HereisDebray,whodetestsyouwithoutreadingyou,sohesays

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