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"
It
is
magnificent
,
"
continued
Beauchamp
,
"
to
be
able
to
exercise
so
much
self-control
!
"
"
Assuredly
;
as
for
me
,
I
should
have
been
incapable
of
it
,
"
said
Chateau
--
Renaud
,
with
most
significant
coolness
.
"
Gentlemen
,
"
interrupted
Albert
,
"
I
think
you
did
not
understand
that
something
very
serious
had
passed
between
M.
de
Monte
Cristo
and
myself
.
"
"
Possibly
,
possibly
,
"
said
Beauchamp
immediately
;
"
but
every
simpleton
would
not
be
able
to
understand
your
heroism
,
and
sooner
or
later
you
will
find
yourself
compelled
to
explain
it
to
them
more
energetically
than
would
be
convenient
to
your
bodily
health
and
the
duration
of
your
life
.
May
I
give
you
a
friendly
counsel
?
Set
out
for
Naples
,
the
Hague
,
or
St.
Petersburg
--
calm
countries
,
where
the
point
of
honor
is
better
understood
than
among
our
hot-headed
Parisians
.
Seek
quietude
and
oblivion
,
so
that
you
may
return
peaceably
to
France
after
a
few
years
.
Am
I
not
right
,
M.
de
Chateau
--
Renaud
?
"
"
That
is
quite
my
opinion
,
"
said
the
gentleman
;
"
nothing
induces
serious
duels
so
much
as
a
duel
forsworn
.
"
"
Thank
you
,
gentlemen
,
"
replied
Albert
,
with
a
smile
of
indifference
;
"
I
shall
follow
your
advice
--
not
because
you
give
it
,
but
because
I
had
before
intended
to
quit
France
.
I
thank
you
equally
for
the
service
you
have
rendered
me
in
being
my
seconds
.
It
is
deeply
engraved
on
my
heart
,
and
,
after
what
you
have
just
said
,
I
remember
that
only
.
"
Chateau
--
Renaud
and
Beauchamp
looked
at
each
other
;
the
impression
was
the
same
on
both
of
them
,
and
the
tone
in
which
Morcerf
had
just
expressed
his
thanks
was
so
determined
that
the
position
would
have
become
embarrassing
for
all
if
the
conversation
had
continued
.
"
Good-by
,
Albert
,
"
said
Beauchamp
suddenly
,
carelessly
extending
his
hand
to
the
young
man
.
The
latter
did
not
appear
to
arouse
from
his
lethargy
;
in
fact
,
he
did
not
notice
the
offered
hand
.
"
Good-by
,
"
said
Chateau
--
Renaud
in
his
turn
,
keeping
his
little
cane
in
his
left
hand
,
and
saluting
with
his
right
.
Albert
's
lips
scarcely
whispered
"
Good-by
,
"
but
his
look
was
more
explicit
;
it
expressed
a
whole
poem
of
restrained
anger
,
proud
disdain
,
and
generous
indignation
.
He
preserved
his
melancholy
and
motionless
position
for
some
time
after
his
two
friends
had
regained
their
carriage
;
then
suddenly
unfastening
his
horse
from
the
little
tree
to
which
his
servant
had
tied
it
,
he
mounted
and
galloped
off
in
the
direction
of
Paris
.
In
a
quarter
of
an
hour
he
was
entering
the
house
in
the
Rue
du
Helder
.
As
he
alighted
,
he
thought
he
saw
his
father
's
pale
face
behind
the
curtain
of
the
count
's
bedroom
.
Albert
turned
away
his
head
with
a
sigh
,
and
went
to
his
own
apartments
.
He
cast
one
lingering
look
on
all
the
luxuries
which
had
rendered
life
so
easy
and
so
happy
since
his
infancy
;
he
looked
at
the
pictures
,
whose
faces
seemed
to
smile
,
and
the
landscapes
,
which
appeared
painted
in
brighter
colors
.
Then
he
took
away
his
mother
's
portrait
,
with
its
oaken
frame
,
leaving
the
gilt
frame
from
which
he
took
it
black
and
empty
.
