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"
But
,
"
said
the
envoy
,
"
you
do
not
go
about
it
in
the
right
way
to
kill
him
,
if
I
understand
you
correctly
.
"
"
Aw
?
"
said
the
Englishman
,
"
I
practice
shooting
every
day
,
and
every
other
day
Grisier
comes
to
my
house
.
"
This
was
all
the
visitor
wished
to
ascertain
,
or
,
rather
,
all
the
Englishman
appeared
to
know
.
The
agent
arose
,
and
having
bowed
to
Lord
Wilmore
,
who
returned
his
salutation
with
the
stiff
politeness
of
the
English
,
he
retired
.
Lord
Wilmore
,
having
heard
the
door
close
after
him
,
returned
to
his
bedroom
,
where
with
one
hand
he
pulled
off
his
light
hair
,
his
red
whiskers
,
his
false
jaw
,
and
his
wound
,
to
resume
the
black
hair
,
dark
complexion
,
and
pearly
teeth
of
the
Count
of
Monte
Cristo
.
It
was
M.
de
Villefort
,
and
not
the
prefect
,
who
returned
to
the
house
of
M.
de
Villefort
The
procureur
felt
more
at
ease
,
although
he
had
learned
nothing
really
satisfactory
,
and
,
for
the
first
time
since
the
dinner-party
at
Auteuil
,
he
slept
soundly
.
It
was
in
the
warmest
days
of
July
,
when
in
due
course
of
time
the
Saturday
arrived
upon
which
the
ball
was
to
take
place
at
M.
de
Morcerf
's
.
It
was
ten
o'clock
at
night
;
the
branches
of
the
great
trees
in
the
garden
of
the
count
's
house
stood
out
boldly
against
the
azure
canopy
of
heaven
,
which
was
studded
with
golden
stars
,
but
where
the
last
fleeting
clouds
of
a
vanishing
storm
yet
lingered
.
From
the
apartments
on
the
ground-floor
might
be
heard
the
sound
of
music
,
with
the
whirl
of
the
waltz
and
galop
,
while
brilliant
streams
of
light
shone
through
the
openings
of
the
Venetian
blinds
.
At
this
moment
the
garden
was
only
occupied
by
about
ten
servants
,
who
had
just
received
orders
from
their
mistress
to
prepare
the
supper
,
the
serenity
of
the
weather
continuing
to
increase
.
Until
now
,
it
had
been
undecided
whether
the
supper
should
take
place
in
the
dining-room
,
or
under
a
long
tent
erected
on
the
lawn
,
but
the
beautiful
blue
sky
,
studded
with
stars
,
had
settled
the
question
in
favor
of
the
lawn
.
The
gardens
were
illuminated
with
colored
lanterns
,
according
to
the
Italian
custom
,
and
,
as
is
usual
in
countries
where
the
luxuries
of
the
table
--
the
rarest
of
all
luxuries
in
their
complete
form
--
are
well
understood
,
the
supper-table
was
loaded
with
wax-lights
and
flowers
.
At
the
time
the
Countess
of
Morcerf
returned
to
the
rooms
,
after
giving
her
orders
,
many
guests
were
arriving
,
more
attracted
by
the
charming
hospitality
of
the
countess
than
by
the
distinguished
position
of
the
count
;
for
,
owing
to
the
good
taste
of
Mercedes
,
one
was
sure
of
finding
some
devices
at
her
entertainment
worthy
of
describing
,
or
even
copying
in
case
of
need
.
Madame
Danglars
,
in
whom
the
events
we
have
related
had
caused
deep
anxiety
,
had
hesitated
about
going
to
Madame
de
Morcerf
's
,
when
during
the
morning
her
carriage
happened
to
meet
that
of
Villefort
.
The
latter
made
a
sign
,
and
when
the
carriages
had
drawn
close
together
,
said
--
"
You
are
going
to
Madame
de
Morcerf
's
,
are
you
not
?
"
"
No
,
"
replied
Madame
Danglars
,
"
I
am
too
ill
.
"
"
You
are
wrong
,
"
replied
Villefort
,
significantly
;
"
it
is
important
that
you
should
be
seen
there
.
"
"
Do
you
think
so
?
"
asked
the
baroness
.
"
I
do
.
"
