Граф Монте-Крісто

Pyramus and Thisbe.

           ‘Withwhatmyfathersaidjustnow?’Hereturnedasigninthenegative.‘PerhapsyoulikedwhatM.Danglarssaid?’Anothersigninthenegative.‘Oh,then,youweregladtohearthatM.Morrel(Ididn’tdaretosayMaximilian)hadbeenmadeanofficeroftheLegionofHonor?’Hesignifiedassent;onlythinkofthepooroldman’sbeingsopleasedtothinkthatyou,whowereaperfectstrangertohim,hadbeenmadeanofficeroftheLegionofHonor!Perhapsitwasamerewhimonhispart,forheisfalling,theysay,intosecondchildhood,butIlovehimforshowingsomuchinterestinyou."

           "Howsingular,"murmuredMaximilian;"yourfatherhatesme,whileyourgrandfather,onthecontraryWhatstrangefeelingsarearousedbypolitics."

           "Hush,"criedValentine,suddenly;"someoneiscoming!"Maximilianleapedatoneboundintohiscropoflucerne,whichhebegantopullupinthemostruthlessway,underthepretextofbeingoccupiedinweedingit.

           "Mademoiselle,mademoiselle!"exclaimedavoicefrombehindthetrees."Madameissearchingforyoueverywhere;thereisavisitorinthedrawing-room."

           "Avisitor?"inquiredValentine,muchagitated;"whoisit?"

           "SomegrandpersonageaprinceIbelievetheysaidtheCountofMonteCristo."

           "Iwillcomedirectly,"criedValentinealoud

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