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- Граф Монте-Кристо
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"
Have
not
the
ladies
invited
you
to
join
them
at
the
piano
?
"
said
Danglars
to
Andrea
.
"
Alas
,
no
,
sir
,
"
replied
Andrea
with
a
sigh
,
still
more
remarkable
than
the
former
ones
.
Danglars
immediately
advanced
towards
the
door
and
opened
it
.
The
two
young
ladies
were
seen
seated
on
the
same
chair
,
at
the
piano
,
accompanying
themselves
,
each
with
one
hand
,
a
fancy
to
which
they
had
accustomed
themselves
,
and
performed
admirably
.
Mademoiselle
d'Armilly
,
whom
they
then
perceived
through
the
open
doorway
,
formed
with
Eugenie
one
of
the
tableaux
vivants
of
which
the
Germans
are
so
fond
.
She
was
somewhat
beautiful
,
and
exquisitely
formed
--
a
little
fairy-like
figure
,
with
large
curls
falling
on
her
neck
,
which
was
rather
too
long
,
as
Perugino
sometimes
makes
his
Virgins
,
and
her
eyes
dull
from
fatigue
.
She
was
said
to
have
a
weak
chest
,
and
like
Antonia
in
the
"
Cremona
Violin
,
"
she
would
die
one
day
while
singing
.
Monte
Cristo
cast
one
rapid
and
curious
glance
round
this
sanctum
;
it
was
the
first
time
he
had
ever
seen
Mademoiselle
d'Armilly
,
of
whom
he
had
heard
much
.
"
Well
,
"
said
the
banker
to
his
daughter
,
"
are
we
then
all
to
be
excluded
?
"
He
then
led
the
young
man
into
the
study
,
and
either
by
chance
or
manoeuvre
the
door
was
partially
closed
after
Andrea
,
so
that
from
the
place
where
they
sat
neither
the
Count
nor
the
baroness
could
see
anything
;
but
as
the
banker
had
accompanied
Andrea
,
Madame
Danglars
appeared
to
take
no
notice
of
it
.
The
count
soon
heard
Andrea
's
voice
,
singing
a
Corsican
song
,
accompanied
by
the
piano
.
While
the
count
smiled
at
hearing
this
song
,
which
made
him
lose
sight
of
Andrea
in
the
recollection
of
Benedetto
,
Madame
Danglars
was
boasting
to
Monte
Cristo
of
her
husband
's
strength
of
mind
,
who
that
very
morning
had
lost
three
or
four
hundred
thousand
francs
by
a
failure
at
Milan
.
The
praise
was
well
deserved
,
for
had
not
the
count
heard
it
from
the
baroness
,
or
by
one
of
those
means
by
which
he
knew
everything
,
the
baron
's
countenance
would
not
have
led
him
to
suspect
it
.
"
Hem
,
"
thought
Monte
Cristo
,
"
he
begins
to
conceal
his
losses
;
a
month
since
he
boasted
of
them
.
"
Then
aloud
--
"
Oh
,
madame
,
M.
Danglars
is
so
skilful
,
he
will
soon
regain
at
the
Bourse
what
he
loses
elsewhere
.
"
"
I
see
that
you
participate
in
a
prevalent
error
,
"
said
Madame
Danglars
.
"
What
is
it
?
"
said
Monte
Cristo
.
"
That
M.
Danglars
speculates
,
whereas
he
never
does
.
"
"
Truly
,
madame
,
I
recollect
M.
Debray
told
me
--
apropos
,
what
is
become
of
him
?
I
have
seen
nothing
of
him
the
last
three
or
four
days
.
"
"
Nor
I
,
"
said
Madame
Danglars
;
"
but
you
began
a
sentence
,
sir
,
and
did
not
finish
.
"
"
Which
?
"
