Граф Монте-Крісто

A Flurry in Stocks.

           Howhappyyouareinbeingexemptfromallthis!"

           "Well,andwhyshouldnotyoubefree,too?Whatpreventsyoufrombeingso?"

           "Oh,itwillbetoogreatadisappointmenttomyfatherifIdonotmarryMademoiselleDanglars."

           "Marryherthen,"saidthecount,withasignificantshrugoftheshoulders.

           "Yes,"repliedMorcerf,"butthatwillplungemymotherintopositivegrief."

           "Thendonotmarryher,"saidthecount.

           "Well,Ishallsee.Iwilltryandthinkoverwhatisthebestthingtobedone;youwillgivemeyouradvice,willyounot,andifpossibleextricatemefrommyunpleasantposition?Ithink,ratherthangivepaintomydearmother,Iwouldruntheriskofoffendingthecount."MonteCristoturnedaway;heseemedmovedbythislastremark."Ah,"saidhetoDebray,whohadthrownhimselfintoaneasy-chairatthefarthestextremityofthesalon,andwhoheldapencilinhisrighthandandanaccountbookinhisleft,"whatareyoudoingthere?AreyoumakingasketchafterPoussin?"

           "Oh,no,"wasthetranquilresponse;"Iamtoofondofarttoattemptanythingofthatsort.Iamdoingalittlesuminarithmetic.

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