Граф Монте-Крісто

The Breakfast.

           "

           "Undeceiveyourself,monsieur,"repliedMonteCristo;"Iamquitesure,that,onthecontrary,hewillchooseeverythingasIwish.Heknowsmytastes,mycaprices,mywants.Hehasbeenhereaweek,withtheinstinctofahound,huntingbyhimself.Hewillarrangeeverythingforme.Heknew,thatIshouldarrivetodayatteno’clock;hewaswaitingformeatnineattheBarrieredeFontainebleau.Hegavemethispaper;itcontainsthenumberofmynewabode;readityourself,"andMonteCristopassedapapertoAlbert."Ah,thatisreallyoriginal,"saidBeauchamp.

           "Andveryprincely,"addedChateau–Renaud.

           "What,doyounotknowyourhouse?"askedDebray.

           "No,"saidMonteCristo;"ItoldyouIdidnotwishtobebehindmytime;Idressedmyselfinthecarriage,anddescendedattheviscount’sdoor."Theyoungmenlookedateachother;theydidnotknowifitwasacomedyMonteCristowasplaying,buteverywordheutteredhadsuchanairofsimplicity,thatitwasimpossibletosupposewhathesaidwasfalsebesides,whyshouldhetellafalsehood?"Wemustcontentourselves,then,"saidBeauchamp,"withrenderingthecountallthelittleservicesinourpower.I,inmyqualityofjournalist,openallthetheatrestohim."

           "Thanks,monsieur,"returnedMonteCristo,"mystewardhasorderstotakeaboxateachtheatre."

           "IsyourstewardalsoaNubian?"askedDebray.

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