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"
A
thousand
thanks
for
your
kindness
,
viscount
,
"
returned
the
Count
of
Monte
Cristo
"
but
I
suppose
that
M.
Bertuccio
has
suitably
employed
the
four
hours
and
a
half
I
have
given
him
,
and
that
I
shall
find
a
carriage
of
some
sort
ready
at
the
door
.
"
Albert
was
used
to
the
count
's
manner
of
proceeding
;
he
knew
that
,
like
Nero
,
he
was
in
search
of
the
impossible
,
and
nothing
astonished
him
,
but
wishing
to
judge
with
his
own
eyes
how
far
the
count
's
orders
had
been
executed
,
he
accompanied
him
to
the
door
of
the
house
.
Monte
Cristo
was
not
deceived
.
As
soon
as
he
appeared
in
the
Count
of
Morcerf
's
ante-chamber
,
a
footman
,
the
same
who
at
Rome
had
brought
the
count
's
card
to
the
two
young
men
,
and
announced
his
visit
,
sprang
into
the
vestibule
,
and
when
he
arrived
at
the
door
the
illustrious
traveller
found
his
carriage
awaiting
him
.
It
was
a
coupe
of
Koller
's
building
,
and
with
horses
and
harness
for
which
Drake
had
,
to
the
knowledge
of
all
the
lions
of
Paris
,
refused
on
the
previous
day
seven
hundred
guineas
.
"
Monsieur
,
"
said
the
count
to
Albert
,
"
I
do
not
ask
you
to
accompany
me
to
my
house
,
as
I
can
only
show
you
a
habitation
fitted
up
in
a
hurry
,
and
I
have
,
as
you
know
,
a
reputation
to
keep
up
as
regards
not
being
taken
by
surprise
.
Give
me
,
therefore
,
one
more
day
before
I
invite
you
;
I
shall
then
be
certain
not
to
fail
in
my
hospitality
.
"
"
If
you
ask
me
for
a
day
,
count
,
I
know
what
to
anticipate
;
it
will
not
be
a
house
I
shall
see
,
but
a
palace
.
You
have
decidedly
some
genius
at
your
control
.
"
"
Ma
foi
,
spread
that
idea
,
"
replied
the
Count
of
Monte
Cristo
,
putting
his
foot
on
the
velvet-lined
steps
of
his
splendid
carriage
,
"
and
that
will
be
worth
something
to
me
among
the
ladies
.
"
As
he
spoke
,
he
sprang
into
the
vehicle
,
the
door
was
closed
,
but
not
so
rapidly
that
Monte
Cristo
failed
to
perceive
the
almost
imperceptible
movement
which
stirred
the
curtains
of
the
apartment
in
which
he
had
left
Madame
de
Morcerf
.
When
Albert
returned
to
his
mother
,
he
found
her
in
the
boudoir
reclining
in
a
large
velvet
arm-chair
,
the
whole
room
so
obscure
that
only
the
shining
spangle
,
fastened
here
and
there
to
the
drapery
,
and
the
angles
of
the
gilded
frames
of
the
pictures
,
showed
with
some
degree
of
brightness
in
the
gloom
.
Albert
could
not
see
the
face
of
the
countess
,
as
it
was
covered
with
a
thin
veil
she
had
put
on
her
head
,
and
which
fell
over
her
features
in
misty
folds
,
but
it
seemed
to
him
as
though
her
voice
had
altered
.
He
could
distinguish
amid
the
perfumes
of
the
roses
and
heliotropes
in
the
flower-stands
,
the
sharp
and
fragrant
odor
of
volatile
salts
,
and
he
noticed
in
one
of
the
chased
cups
on
the
mantle-piece
the
countess
's
smelling-bottle
,
taken
from
its
shagreen
case
,
and
exclaimed
in
a
tone
of
uneasiness
,
as
he
entered
--
"
My
dear
mother
,
have
you
been
ill
during
my
absence
?
"
"
No
,
no
,
Albert
,
but
you
know
these
roses
,
tuberoses
,
and
orange-flowers
throw
out
at
first
,
before
one
is
used
to
them
,
such
violent
perfumes
.
"
"
Then
,
my
dear
mother
,
"
said
Albert
,
putting
his
hand
to
the
bell
,
"
they
must
be
taken
into
the
ante-chamber
.
You
are
really
ill
,
and
just
now
were
so
pale
as
you
came
into
the
room
"
--
"
Was
I
pale
,
Albert
?
"
"
Yes
;
a
pallor
that
suits
you
admirably
,
mother
,
but
which
did
not
the
less
alarm
my
father
and
myself
.
"
"
Did
your
father
speak
of
it
?
"
inquired
Mercedes
eagerly
.
