Граф Монте-Крісто

The Breakfast.

           

           "No,heisacountrymanofyours,ifaCorsicanisacountrymanofanyone’s.Butyouknowhim,M.deMorcerf."

           "IsitthatexcellentM.Bertuccio,whounderstandshiringwindowssowell?"

           "Yes,yousawhimthedayIhadthehonorofreceivingyou;hehasbeenasoldier,asmugglerinfact,everything.Iwouldnotbequitesurethathehasnotbeenmixedupwiththepoliceforsometrifleastabwithaknife,forinstance."

           "Andyouhavechosenthishonestcitizenforyoursteward,"saidDebray."Ofhowmuchdoesherobyoueveryyear?"

           "Onmyword,"repliedthecount,"notmorethananother.Iamsureheanswersmypurpose,knowsnoimpossibility,andsoIkeephim."

           "Then,"continuedChateau–Renaud,"sinceyouhaveanestablishment,asteward,andahotelintheChampsElysees,youonlywantamistress."Albertsmiled.HethoughtofthefairGreekhehadseeninthecount’sboxattheArgentinaandValletheatres."Ihavesomethingbetterthanthat,"saidMonteCristo;"Ihaveaslave.Youprocureyourmistressesfromtheopera,theVaudeville,ortheVarietes;IpurchasedmineatConstantinople;itcostmemore,butIhavenothingtofear."

           "Butyouforget,"repliedDebray,laughing,"thatweareFranksbynameandfranksbynature,asKingCharlessaid,andthatthemomentsheputsherfootinFranceyourslavebecomesfree."

           "Whowilltellher?"

           "Thefirstpersonwhoseesher.

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