Граф Монте-Крісто

The Breakfast.

           

           "No,Islept,asIgenerallydowhenIamwearywithouthavingthecouragetoamusemyself,orwhenIamhungrywithoutfeelinginclinedtoeat."

           "Butyoucansleepwhenyouplease,monsieur?"saidMorrel.

           "Yes."

           "Youhavearecipeforit?"

           "Aninfallibleone."

           "ThatwouldbeinvaluabletousinAfrica,whohavenotalwaysanyfoodtoeat,andrarelyanythingtodrink."

           "Yes,"saidMonteCristo;"but,unfortunately,arecipeexcellentforamanlikemyselfwouldbeverydangerousappliedtoanarmy,whichmightnotawakewhenitwasneeded."

           "Mayweinquirewhatisthisrecipe?"askedDebray.

           "Oh,yes,"returnedMonteCristo;"Imakenosecretofit.Itisamixtureofexcellentopium,whichIfetchedmyselffromCantoninordertohaveitpure,andthebesthashishwhichgrowsintheEastthatis,betweentheTigrisandtheEuphrates.Thesetwoingredientsaremixedinequalproportions,andformedintopills.Tenminutesafteroneistaken,theeffectisproduced.AskBaronFranzd’Epinay;Ithinkhetastedthemoneday."

           "Yes,"repliedMorcerf,"hesaidsomethingaboutittome."

           "But,"saidBeauchamp,who,asbecameajournalist,wasveryincredulous,"youalwayscarrythisdrugaboutyou?"

           "Always.

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