Haydee count of monte cristo age9/25/2023 ![]() ![]() Baptistin left the room without waiting to answer, and in two seconds reappeared, bringing on a waiter all that his master had ordered, ready prepared, and appearing to have sprung from the ground, like the repasts which we read of in fairy tales. “You will make tea for us, Baptistin,” said the count. They both went into the house the drawing–room was lighted up-they went in there. ![]() “There it is, then,” said Monte Cristo, as he stepped out of the carriage. “No, thank you I gave orders for my coupe to follow me.” “Here we are,” said Monte Cristo “it is only half–past ten o’clock, come in.” Andrea Cavalcanti has become one of the family, you can ask him that question.” The carriage stopped. “Ah, now you are trying to penetrate into the mysteries of Isis, in which I am not initiated. “But then, what can have led to the quarrel between Danglars and Debray? They seemed to understand each other so well,” said Monte Cristo with renewed energy. “Oh, my dear count, husbands are pretty much the same everywhere an individual husband of any country is a pretty fair specimen of the whole race.” “But what do I know of your Parisian husbands?” “Where have you come from, my dear count?” said Albert. “Do you think he suspects?” said Monte Cristo with charming artlessness. “But apropos of Debray, how is it that I have not seen him lately at the baron’s house?” “I am determined to try and be on good terms with everybody, at all events,” said Monte Cristo. “Well,” said Albert, with a sigh, “it seems you are determined to marry me.” “Certainly I shall, Albert, as I have promised to do it.” “You surely will not do that, my dear count?” “Oh,” said Albert with all the cajolery of which he was capable. “Well, I am charged with the commission of endeavoring to induce the Comte de Morcerf to make some definite arrangement with the baron.” “Of me? I will engage to say that before a week is past the door will be closed against me.” “He? Oh, no, he has plunged a thousand daggers into my heart, tragedy–weapons, I own, which instead of wounding sheathe their points in their own handles, but daggers which he nevertheless believed to be real and deadly.” “But the father has the greatest regard possible for you,” said Monte Cristo. “It is so indeed Mademoiselle Eugenie scarcely answers me, and Mademoiselle d’Armilly, her confidant, does not speak to me at all.” “But it is not the case, my dear count: on the contrary. “What does that signify, so long as they favor your suit?” He aspires to the hand of the proud Eugenie.” “I am certain of it his languishing looks and modulated tones when addressing Mademoiselle Danglars fully proclaim his intentions. ![]() “What, do you think he is paying his addresses?” “And you would be to blame for not assisting him, if the young man really needed your help in that quarter, but, happily for me, he can dispense with it.” “Ah, no joking, viscount, if you please I do not patronize M. “Ma foi, what rival? Why, your protege, M. “To what do you allude?” asked Monte Cristo. put to Catherine de Medicis, after the massacre of Saint Bartholomew, ‘How have I played my little part?’” “Well,” said he, “I will ask you the same question which Charles IX. Scarcely had the count’s horses cleared the angle of the boulevard, than Albert, turning towards the count, burst into a loud fit of laughter-much too loud in fact not to give the idea of its being rather forced and unnatural. You should visit Browse Happy and update your internet browser today! The embedded audio player requires a modern internet browser. ![]()
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