Граф Монте-Крісто

A Flurry in Stocks.

           "

           "Because,"saidAlbert,laughing,"onepieceofnewsfollowsanother,andthereisoftengreatdissimilaritybetweenthem."

           "Ah,"saidthecount,"IseethatM.Danglarsisaccustomedtoplayatgainingorlosing300,000francsinaday;hemustbeenormouslyrich."

           "Itisnothewhoplays!"exclaimedLucien;"itisMadameDanglars:sheisindeeddaring."

           "Butyouwhoareareasonablebeing,Lucien,andwhoknowshowlittledependenceistobeplacedonthenews,sinceyouareatthefountain-head,surelyyououghttopreventit,"saidMorcerf,withasmile.

           "HowcanI,ifherhusbandfailsincontrollingher?"askedLucien;"youknowthecharacterofthebaronessnoonehasanyinfluencewithher,andshedoespreciselywhatshepleases."

           "Ah,ifIwereinyourplace"—saidAlbert.

           "Well?"

           "Iwouldreformher;itwouldberenderingaservicetoherfutureson-inlaw."

           "Howwouldyousetaboutit?"

           "Ah,thatwouldbeeasyenoughIwouldgiveheralesson."

           "Alesson?"

           "Yes.Yourpositionassecretarytotheministerrendersyourauthoritygreatonthesubjectofpoliticalnews;youneveropenyourmouthbutthestockbrokersimmediatelystenographyourwords.Causehertoloseahundredthousandfrancs,andthatwouldteachherprudence."

           "Idonotunderstand,"stammeredLucien.

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