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"
Yes
,
"
replied
the
count
,
"
and
you
confirmed
the
report
.
A
youthful
indiscretion
,
I
suppose
,
which
you
were
anxious
to
conceal
from
the
world
at
large
?
"
The
major
recovered
himself
,
and
resumed
his
usual
calm
manner
,
at
the
same
time
casting
his
eyes
down
,
either
to
give
himself
time
to
compose
his
countenance
,
or
to
assist
his
imagination
,
all
the
while
giving
an
under-look
at
the
count
,
the
protracted
smile
on
whose
lips
still
announced
the
same
polite
curiosity
.
"
Yes
,
"
said
the
major
,
"
I
did
wish
this
fault
to
be
hidden
from
every
eye
.
"
"
Not
on
your
own
account
,
surely
,
"
replied
Monte
Cristo
;
"
for
a
man
is
above
that
sort
of
thing
?
"
"
Oh
,
no
,
certainly
not
on
my
own
account
,
"
said
the
major
with
a
smile
and
a
shake
of
the
head
.
"
But
for
the
sake
of
the
mother
?
"
said
the
count
.
"
Yes
,
for
the
mother
's
sake
--
his
poor
mother
!
"
cried
the
major
,
taking
a
third
biscuit
.
"
Take
some
more
wine
,
my
dear
Cavalcanti
,
"
said
the
count
,
pouring
out
for
him
a
second
glass
of
Alicante
;
"
your
emotion
has
quite
overcome
you
.
"
"
His
poor
mother
,
"
murmured
the
major
,
trying
to
get
the
lachrymal
gland
in
operation
,
so
as
to
moisten
the
corner
of
his
eye
with
a
false
tear
.
"
She
belonged
to
one
of
the
first
families
in
Italy
,
I
think
,
did
she
not
?
"
"
She
was
of
a
noble
family
of
Fiesole
,
count
.
