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"
There
are
no
Italian
banditti
,
"
said
Debray
.
"
No
vampire
,
"
cried
Beauchamp
.
"
No
Count
of
Monte
Cristo
"
added
Debray
.
"
There
is
half-past
ten
striking
,
Albert
.
"
"
Confess
you
have
dreamed
this
,
and
let
us
sit
down
to
breakfast
,
"
continued
Beauchamp
.
But
the
sound
of
the
clock
had
not
died
away
when
Germain
announced
,
"
His
excellency
the
Count
of
Monte
Cristo
.
"
The
involuntary
start
every
one
gave
proved
how
much
Morcerf
's
narrative
had
impressed
them
,
and
Albert
himself
could
not
wholly
refrain
from
manifesting
sudden
emotion
.
He
had
not
heard
a
carriage
stop
in
the
street
,
or
steps
in
the
ante-chamber
;
the
door
had
itself
opened
noiselessly
.
The
count
appeared
,
dressed
with
the
greatest
simplicity
,
but
the
most
fastidious
dandy
could
have
found
nothing
to
cavil
at
in
his
toilet
.
Every
article
of
dress
--
hat
,
coat
,
gloves
,
and
boots
--
was
from
the
first
makers
.
He
seemed
scarcely
five
and
thirty
.
But
what
struck
everybody
was
his
extreme
resemblance
to
the
portrait
Debray
had
drawn
.
The
count
advanced
,
smiling
,
into
the
centre
of
the
room
,
and
approached
Albert
,
who
hastened
towards
him
holding
out
his
hand
in
a
ceremonial
manner
.
"
Punctuality
,
"
said
Monte
Cristo
,
"
is
the
politeness
of
kings
,
according
to
one
of
your
sovereigns
,
I
think
;
but
it
is
not
the
same
with
travellers
.
However
,
I
hope
you
will
excuse
the
two
or
three
seconds
I
am
behindhand
;
five
hundred
leagues
are
not
to
be
accomplished
without
some
trouble
,
and
especially
in
France
,
where
,
it
seems
,
it
is
forbidden
to
beat
the
postilions
.
"
"
My
dear
count
,
"
replied
Albert
,
"
I
was
announcing
your
visit
to
some
of
my
friends
,
whom
I
had
invited
in
consequence
of
the
promise
you
did
me
the
honor
to
make
,
and
whom
I
now
present
to
you
.
They
are
the
Count
of
Chateau
--
Renaud
,
whose
nobility
goes
back
to
the
twelve
peers
,
and
whose
ancestors
had
a
place
at
the
Round
Table
;
M.
Lucien
Debray
,
private
secretary
to
the
minister
of
the
interior
;
M.
Beauchamp
,
an
editor
of
a
paper
,
and
the
terror
of
the
French
government
,
but
of
whom
,
in
spite
of
his
national
celebrity
,
you
perhaps
have
not
heard
in
Italy
,
since
his
paper
is
prohibited
there
;
and
M.
Maximilian
Morrel
,
captain
of
Spahis
.
"
At
this
name
the
count
,
who
had
hitherto
saluted
every
one
with
courtesy
,
but
at
the
same
time
with
coldness
and
formality
,
stepped
a
pace
forward
,
and
a
slight
tinge
of
red
colored
his
pale
cheeks
.
"
You
wear
the
uniform
of
the
new
French
conquerors
,
monsieur
,
"
said
he
;
"
it
is
a
handsome
uniform
.
"
No
one
could
have
said
what
caused
the
count
's
voice
to
vibrate
so
deeply
,
and
what
made
his
eye
flash
,
which
was
in
general
so
clear
,
lustrous
,
and
limpid
when
he
pleased
.
"
You
have
never
seen
our
Africans
,
count
?
"
said
Albert
.
"
Never
,
"
replied
the
count
,
who
was
by
this
time
perfectly
master
of
himself
again
.
"
Well
,
beneath
this
uniform
beats
one
of
the
bravest
and
noblest
hearts
in
the
whole
army
.
"
"
Oh
,
M.
de
Morcerf
,
"
interrupted
Morrel
.
"
Let
me
go
on
,
captain
.
And
we
have
just
heard
,
"
continued
Albert
,
"
of
a
new
deed
of
his
,
and
so
heroic
a
one
,
that
,
although
I
have
seen
him
today
for
the
first
time
,
I
request
you
to
allow
me
to
introduce
him
as
my
friend
.
"
At
these
words
it
was
still
possible
to
observe
in
Monte
Cristo
the
concentrated
look
,
changing
color
,
and
slight
trembling
of
the
eyelid
that
show
emotion
.
"
Ah
,
you
have
a
noble
heart
,
"
said
the
count
;
"
so
much
the
better
.
