Граф Монте-Крісто

The Breakfast.

           

           "Yes,"saidAlbert,"butthishasnothingtodowiththeexistenceoftheCountofMonteCristo."

           "Pardieu,everyoneexists."

           "Doubtless,butnotinthesameway;everyonehasnotblackslaves,aprincelyretinue,anarsenalofweaponsthatwoulddocredittoanArabianfortress,horsesthatcostsixthousandfrancsapiece,andGreekmistresses."

           "HaveyouseentheGreekmistress?"

           "Ihavebothseenandheardher.Isawheratthetheatre,andheardheronemorningwhenIbreakfastedwiththecount."

           "Heeats,then?"

           "Yes;butsolittle,itcanhardlybecalledeating."

           "Hemustbeavampire."

           "Laugh,ifyouwill;theCountessG—whoknewLordRuthven,declaredthatthecountwasavampire."

           "Ah,capital,"saidBeauchamp."Foramannotconnectedwithnewspapers,hereisthependanttothefamoussea-serpentoftheConstitutionnel."

           "Wildeyes,theirisofwhichcontractsordilatesatpleasure,"saidDebray;"facialanglestronglydeveloped,magnificentforehead,lividcomplexion,blackbeard,sharpandwhiteteeth,politenessunexceptionable."

           "Justso,Lucien,"returnedMorcerf;"youhavedescribedhimfeatureforfeature.Yes,keenandcuttingpoliteness.

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