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"
Most
decidedly
,
"
said
he
,
"
men
are
not
equal
,
and
I
must
beg
my
father
to
develop
this
theorem
in
the
Chamber
of
Peers
.
"
Meanwhile
the
count
had
arrived
at
his
house
;
it
had
taken
him
six
minutes
to
perform
the
distance
,
but
these
six
minutes
were
sufficient
to
induce
twenty
young
men
who
knew
the
price
of
the
equipage
they
had
been
unable
to
purchase
themselves
,
to
put
their
horses
in
a
gallop
in
order
to
see
the
rich
foreigner
who
could
afford
to
give
20,000
francs
apiece
for
his
horses
.
The
house
Ali
had
chosen
,
and
which
was
to
serve
as
a
town
residence
to
Monte
Cristo
,
was
situated
on
the
right
hand
as
you
ascend
the
Champs
Elysees
.
A
thick
clump
of
trees
and
shrubs
rose
in
the
centre
,
and
masked
a
portion
of
the
front
;
around
this
shrubbery
two
alleys
,
like
two
arms
,
extended
right
and
left
,
and
formed
a
carriage-drive
from
the
iron
gates
to
a
double
portico
,
on
every
step
of
which
stood
a
porcelain
vase
,
filled
with
flowers
.
This
house
,
isolated
from
the
rest
,
had
,
besides
the
main
entrance
,
another
in
the
Rue
Ponthieu
.
Even
before
the
coachman
had
hailed
the
concierge
,
the
massy
gates
rolled
on
their
hinges
--
they
had
seen
the
Count
coming
,
and
at
Paris
,
as
everywhere
else
,
he
was
served
with
the
rapidity
of
lightning
.
The
coachman
entered
and
traversed
the
half-circle
without
slackening
his
speed
,
and
the
gates
were
closed
ere
the
wheels
had
ceased
to
sound
on
the
gravel
.
The
carriage
stopped
at
the
left
side
of
the
portico
,
two
men
presented
themselves
at
the
carriage-window
;
the
one
was
Ali
,
who
,
smiling
with
an
expression
of
the
most
sincere
joy
,
seemed
amply
repaid
by
a
mere
look
from
Monte
Cristo
.
The
other
bowed
respectfully
,
and
offered
his
arm
to
assist
the
count
in
descending
.
"
Thanks
,
M.
Bertuccio
,
"
said
the
count
,
springing
lightly
up
the
three
steps
of
the
portico
;
"
and
the
notary
?
"
"
He
is
in
the
small
salon
,
excellency
,
"
returned
Bertuccio
.
"
And
the
cards
I
ordered
to
be
engraved
as
soon
as
you
knew
the
number
of
the
house
?
"
"
Your
excellency
,
it
is
done
already
.
I
have
been
myself
to
the
best
engraver
of
the
Palais
Royal
,
who
did
the
plate
in
my
presence
.
The
first
card
struck
off
was
taken
,
according
to
your
orders
,
to
the
Baron
Danglars
,
Rue
de
la
Chaussee
d'Antin
,
No.
7
;
the
others
are
on
the
mantle-piece
of
your
excellency
's
bedroom
.
"
"
Good
;
what
o'clock
is
it
?
"
"
Four
o'clock
.
"
Monte
Cristo
gave
his
hat
,
cane
,
and
gloves
to
the
same
French
footman
who
had
called
his
carriage
at
the
Count
of
Morcerf
's
,
and
then
he
passed
into
the
small
salon
,
preceded
by
Bertuccio
,
who
showed
him
the
way
.
"
These
are
but
indifferent
marbles
in
this
ante-chamber
,
"
said
Monte
Cristo
.
"
I
trust
all
this
will
soon
be
taken
away
.
"
Bertuccio
bowed
.
As
the
steward
had
said
,
the
notary
awaited
him
in
the
small
salon
.
He
was
a
simple-looking
lawyer
's
clerk
,
elevated
to
the
extraordinary
dignity
of
a
provincial
scrivener
.
"
You
are
the
notary
empowered
to
sell
the
country
house
that
I
wish
to
purchase
,
monsieur
?
"
asked
Monte
Cristo
.
"
Yes
,
count
,
"
returned
the
notary
.
"
Is
the
deed
of
sale
ready
?
"
