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Albert
glanced
carelessly
at
the
different
missives
,
selected
two
written
in
a
small
and
delicate
hand
,
and
enclosed
in
scented
envelopes
,
opened
them
and
perused
their
contents
with
some
attention
.
"
How
did
these
letters
come
?
"
said
he
.
"
One
by
the
post
,
Madame
Danglars
'
footman
left
the
other
.
"
"
Let
Madame
Danglars
know
that
I
accept
the
place
she
offers
me
in
her
box
.
Wait
;
then
,
during
the
day
,
tell
Rosa
that
when
I
leave
the
Opera
I
will
sup
with
her
as
she
wishes
.
Take
her
six
bottles
of
different
wine
--
Cyprus
,
sherry
,
and
Malaga
,
and
a
barrel
of
Ostend
oysters
;
get
them
at
Borel
's
,
and
be
sure
you
say
they
are
for
me
.
"
"
At
what
o'clock
,
sir
,
do
you
breakfast
?
"
"
What
time
is
it
now
?
"
"
A
quarter
to
ten
.
"
"
Very
well
,
at
half
past
ten
.
Debray
will
,
perhaps
,
be
obliged
to
go
to
the
minister
--
and
besides
"
(
Albert
looked
at
his
tablets
)
,
"
it
is
the
hour
I
told
the
count
,
21st
May
,
at
half
past
ten
;
and
though
I
do
not
much
rely
upon
his
promise
,
I
wish
to
be
punctual
.
Is
the
countess
up
yet
?
"
"
If
you
wish
,
I
will
inquire
.
"
"
Yes
,
ask
her
for
one
of
her
liqueur
cellarets
,
mine
is
incomplete
;
and
tell
her
I
shall
have
the
honor
of
seeing
her
about
three
o'clock
,
and
that
I
request
permission
to
introduce
some
one
to
her
.
"
The
valet
left
the
room
.
Albert
threw
himself
on
the
divan
,
tore
off
the
cover
of
two
or
three
of
the
papers
,
looked
at
the
theatre
announcements
,
made
a
face
seeing
they
gave
an
opera
,
and
not
a
ballet
;
hunted
vainly
amongst
the
advertisements
for
a
new
tooth-powder
of
which
he
had
heard
,
and
threw
down
,
one
after
the
other
,
the
three
leading
papers
of
Paris
,
muttering
,
"
These
papers
become
more
and
more
stupid
every
day
.
"
A
moment
after
,
a
carriage
stopped
before
the
door
,
and
the
servant
announced
M.
Lucien
Debray
.
A
tall
young
man
,
with
light
hair
,
clear
gray
eyes
,
and
thin
and
compressed
lips
,
dressed
in
a
blue
coat
with
beautifully
carved
gold
buttons
,
a
white
neckcloth
,
and
a
tortoiseshell
eye-glass
suspended
by
a
silken
thread
,
and
which
,
by
an
effort
of
the
superciliary
and
zygomatic
muscles
,
he
fixed
in
his
eye
,
entered
,
with
a
half-official
air
,
without
smiling
or
speaking
.
"
Good-morning
,
Lucien
,
good-morning
,
"
said
Albert
;
"
your
punctuality
really
alarms
me
.
What
do
I
say
?
punctuality
!
You
,
whom
I
expected
last
,
you
arrive
at
five
minutes
to
ten
,
when
the
time
fixed
was
half-past
!
Has
the
ministry
resigned
?
"
