Граф Монте-Крісто

The Morrel Family.

           "Then,turningtoMonteCristo"Ihopeyouwillpermitmetoleaveyouforafewminutes,"continuedshe;andwithoutawaitinganyreply,disappearedbehindaclumpoftrees,andescapedtothehousebyalateralalley.

           "Iamsorrytosee,"observedMonteCristotoMorrel,"thatIcausenosmalldisturbanceinyourhouse."

           "Lookthere,"saidMaximilian,laughing;"thereisherhusbandchanginghisjacketforacoat.Iassureyou,youarewellknownintheRueMeslay."

           "Yourfamilyappearstobeaveryhappyone,"saidthecount,asifspeakingtohimself.

           "Oh,yes,Iassureyou,count,theywantnothingthatcanrenderthemhappy;theyareyoungandcheerful,theyaretenderlyattachedtoeachother,andwithtwenty-fivethousandfrancsayeartheyfancythemselvesasrichasRothschild."

           "Fiveandtwentythousandfrancsisnotalargesum,however,"repliedMonteCristo,withatonesosweetandgentle,thatitwenttoMaximilian’sheartlikethevoiceofafather;"buttheywillnotbecontentwiththat.Yourbrother-inlawisabarrister?adoctor?"

           "Hewasamerchant,monsieur,andhadsucceededtothebusinessofmypoorfather.M.Morrel,athisdeath,left500,000francs,whichweredividedbetweenmysisterandmyself,forwewerehisonlychildren.Herhusband,who,whenhemarriedher,hadnootherpatrimonythanhisnobleprobity,hisfirst-rateability,andhisspotlessreputation,wishedtopossessasmuchashiswife.

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