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"
I
am
not
difficult
of
access
,
sir
;
for
yesterday
,
if
my
memory
does
not
deceive
me
,
you
were
at
my
house
.
"
"
Yesterday
I
was
at
your
house
,
sir
,
"
said
the
young
man
;
"
because
then
I
knew
not
who
you
were
.
"
In
pronouncing
these
words
Albert
had
raised
his
voice
so
as
to
be
heard
by
those
in
the
adjoining
boxes
and
in
the
lobby
.
Thus
the
attention
of
many
was
attracted
by
this
altercation
.
"
Where
are
you
come
from
,
sir
?
You
do
not
appear
to
be
in
the
possession
of
your
senses
.
"
"
Provided
I
understand
your
perfidy
,
sir
,
and
succeed
in
making
you
understand
that
I
will
be
revenged
,
I
shall
be
reasonable
enough
,
"
said
Albert
furiously
.
"
I
do
not
understand
you
,
sir
,
"
replied
Monte
Cristo
;
"
and
if
I
did
,
your
tone
is
too
high
.
I
am
at
home
here
,
and
I
alone
have
a
right
to
raise
my
voice
above
another
's
.
Leave
the
box
,
sir
!
"
Monte
Cristo
pointed
towards
the
door
with
the
most
commanding
dignity
.
"
Ah
,
I
shall
know
how
to
make
you
leave
your
home
!
"
replied
Albert
,
clasping
in
his
convulsed
grasp
the
glove
,
which
Monte
Cristo
did
not
lose
sight
of
.
"
Well
,
well
,
"
said
Monte
Cristo
quietly
,
"
I
see
you
wish
to
quarrel
with
me
;
but
I
would
give
you
one
piece
of
advice
,
which
you
will
do
well
to
keep
in
mind
.
It
is
in
poor
taste
to
make
a
display
of
a
challenge
.
Display
is
not
becoming
to
every
one
,
M.
de
Morcerf
.
"
At
this
name
a
murmur
of
astonishment
passed
around
the
group
of
spectators
of
this
scene
.
They
had
talked
of
no
one
but
Morcerf
the
whole
day
.
Albert
understood
the
allusion
in
a
moment
,
and
was
about
to
throw
his
glove
at
the
count
,
when
Morrel
seized
his
hand
,
while
Beauchamp
and
Chateau
--
Renaud
,
fearing
the
scene
would
surpass
the
limits
of
a
challenge
,
held
him
back
.
But
Monte
Cristo
,
without
rising
,
and
leaning
forward
in
his
chair
,
merely
stretched
out
his
arm
and
,
taking
the
damp
,
crushed
glove
from
the
clinched
hand
of
the
young
man
,
"
Sir
,
"
said
he
in
a
solemn
tone
,
"
I
consider
your
glove
thrown
,
and
will
return
it
to
you
wrapped
around
a
bullet
.
Now
leave
me
or
I
will
summon
my
servants
to
throw
you
out
at
the
door
.
"
Wild
,
almost
unconscious
,
and
with
eyes
inflamed
,
Albert
stepped
back
,
and
Morrel
closed
the
door
.
Monte
Cristo
took
up
his
glass
again
as
if
nothing
had
happened
;
his
face
was
like
marble
,
and
his
heart
was
like
bronze
.
Morrel
whispered
,
"
What
have
you
done
to
him
?
"
"
I
?
Nothing
--
at
least
personally
,
"
said
Monte
Cristo
.
