Граф Монте-Крісто

The House at Auteuil.

           "

           "Yes,monsieur,oneandtwentyyearsago;andsincethenwehavenotseenthepoormarquisthreetimes."

           "Thanks,thanks,"saidMonteCristo,judgingfromthesteward’sutterprostrationthathecouldnotstretchthecordfurtherwithoutdangerofbreakingit."Givemealight."

           "ShallIaccompanyyou,monsieur?"

           "No,itisunnecessary;Bertucciowillshowmealight."AndMonteCristoaccompaniedthesewordsbythegiftoftwogoldpieces,whichproducedatorrentofthanksandblessingsfromtheconcierge."Ah,monsieur,"saidhe,afterhavingvainlysearchedonthemantle-pieceandtheshelves,"Ihavenotgotanycandles."

           "Takeoneofthecarriage-lamps,Bertuccio,"saidthecount,"andshowmetheapartments."Thestewardobeyedinsilence,butitwaseasytosee,fromthemannerinwhichthehandthatheldthelighttrembled,howmuchitcosthimtoobey.Theywentoveratolerablylargeground-floor;asecondfloorconsistedofasalon,abathroom,andtwobedrooms;nearoneofthebedroomstheycametoawindingstaircasethatleddowntothegarden.

           "Ah,hereisaprivatestaircase,"saidthecount;"thatisconvenient.Lightme,M.Bertuccio,andgofirst;wewillseewhereitleadsto."

           "Monsieur,"repliedBertuccio,"itleadstothegarden."

           "And,pray,howdoyouknowthat?"

           "Itoughttodoso,atleast."

           "Well,letusbesureofthat.

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