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"
Real
?
"
interrupted
the
count
,
smiling
.
"
Oh
,
real
enough
,
from
anxiety
doubtless
--
at
any
rate
they
postponed
the
matter
for
two
months
.
There
is
no
hurry
,
you
know
.
I
am
not
yet
twenty-one
,
and
Eugenie
is
only
seventeen
;
but
the
two
months
expire
next
week
.
It
must
be
done
.
My
dear
count
,
you
can
not
imagine
how
my
mind
is
harassed
.
How
happy
you
are
in
being
exempt
from
all
this
!
"
"
Well
,
and
why
should
not
you
be
free
,
too
?
What
prevents
you
from
being
so
?
"
"
Oh
,
it
will
be
too
great
a
disappointment
to
my
father
if
I
do
not
marry
Mademoiselle
Danglars
.
"
"
Marry
her
then
,
"
said
the
count
,
with
a
significant
shrug
of
the
shoulders
.
"
Yes
,
"
replied
Morcerf
,
"
but
that
will
plunge
my
mother
into
positive
grief
.
"
"
Then
do
not
marry
her
,
"
said
the
count
.
"
Well
,
I
shall
see
.
I
will
try
and
think
over
what
is
the
best
thing
to
be
done
;
you
will
give
me
your
advice
,
will
you
not
,
and
if
possible
extricate
me
from
my
unpleasant
position
?
I
think
,
rather
than
give
pain
to
my
dear
mother
,
I
would
run
the
risk
of
offending
the
count
.
"
Monte
Cristo
turned
away
;
he
seemed
moved
by
this
last
remark
.
"
Ah
,
"
said
he
to
Debray
,
who
had
thrown
himself
into
an
easy-chair
at
the
farthest
extremity
of
the
salon
,
and
who
held
a
pencil
in
his
right
hand
and
an
account
book
in
his
left
,
"
what
are
you
doing
there
?
Are
you
making
a
sketch
after
Poussin
?
"
"
Oh
,
no
,
"
was
the
tranquil
response
;
"
I
am
too
fond
of
art
to
attempt
anything
of
that
sort
.
I
am
doing
a
little
sum
in
arithmetic
.
