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"
Yesterday
morning
,
madame
.
"
"
Coming
,
as
usual
,
I
presume
,
from
the
extreme
end
of
the
globe
?
Pardon
me
--
at
least
,
such
I
have
heard
is
your
custom
.
"
"
Nay
,
madame
.
This
time
I
have
merely
come
from
Cadiz
.
"
"
You
have
selected
a
most
unfavorable
moment
for
your
first
visit
.
Paris
is
a
horrible
place
in
summer
.
Balls
,
parties
,
and
fetes
are
over
;
the
Italian
opera
is
in
London
;
the
French
opera
everywhere
except
in
Paris
.
As
for
the
Theatre
Francais
,
you
know
,
of
course
,
that
it
is
nowhere
.
The
only
amusements
left
us
are
the
indifferent
races
at
the
Champ
de
Mars
and
Satory
.
Do
you
propose
entering
any
horses
at
either
of
these
races
,
count
?
"
"
I
shall
do
whatever
they
do
at
Paris
,
madame
,
if
I
have
the
good
fortune
to
find
some
one
who
will
initiate
me
into
the
prevalent
ideas
of
amusement
.
"
"
Are
you
fond
of
horses
,
count
?
"
"
I
have
passed
a
considerable
part
of
my
life
in
the
East
,
madame
,
and
you
are
doubtless
aware
that
the
Orientals
value
only
two
things
--
the
fine
breeding
of
their
horses
and
the
beauty
of
their
women
.
"
"
Nay
,
count
,
"
said
the
baroness
,
"
it
would
have
been
somewhat
more
gallant
to
have
placed
the
ladies
first
.
"
"
You
see
,
madame
,
how
rightly
I
spoke
when
I
said
I
required
a
preceptor
to
guide
me
in
all
my
sayings
and
doings
here
.
"
At
this
instant
the
favorite
attendant
of
Madame
Danglars
entered
the
boudoir
;
approaching
her
mistress
,
she
spoke
some
words
in
an
undertone
.
