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"
Then
,
as
I
said
before
,
sir
--
very
well
;
I
am
ready
to
marry
M.
Cavalcanti
.
"
"
But
what
are
you
up
to
?
"
"
Ah
,
that
is
my
affair
.
What
advantage
should
I
have
over
you
,
if
knowing
your
secret
I
were
to
tell
you
mine
?
"
Danglars
bit
his
lips
.
"
Then
,
"
said
he
,
"
you
are
ready
to
pay
the
official
visits
,
which
are
absolutely
indispensable
?
"
"
Yes
,
"
replied
Eugenie
.
"
And
to
sign
the
contract
in
three
days
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
"
Then
,
in
my
turn
,
I
also
say
,
very
well
!
"
Danglars
pressed
his
daughter
's
hand
in
his
.
But
,
extraordinary
to
relate
,
the
father
did
not
say
,
"
Thank
you
,
my
child
,
"
nor
did
the
daughter
smile
at
her
father
.
"
Is
the
conference
ended
?
"
asked
Eugenie
,
rising
.
Danglars
motioned
that
he
had
nothing
more
to
say
.
Five
minutes
afterwards
the
piano
resounded
to
the
touch
of
Mademoiselle
d'Armilly
's
fingers
,
and
Mademoiselle
Danglars
was
singing
Brabantio
's
malediction
on
Desdemona
.
At
the
end
of
the
piece
Etienne
entered
,
and
announced
to
Eugenie
that
the
horses
were
in
the
carriage
,
and
that
the
baroness
was
waiting
for
her
to
pay
her
visits
.
We
have
seen
them
at
Villefort
's
;
they
proceeded
then
on
their
course
.
Three
days
after
the
scene
we
have
just
described
,
namely
towards
five
o'clock
in
the
afternoon
of
the
day
fixed
for
the
signature
of
the
contract
between
Mademoiselle
Eugenie
Danglars
and
Andrea
Cavalcanti
--
whom
the
banker
persisted
in
calling
prince
--
a
fresh
breeze
was
stirring
the
leaves
in
the
little
garden
in
front
of
the
Count
of
Monte
Cristo
's
house
,
and
the
count
was
preparing
to
go
out
.
While
his
horses
were
impatiently
pawing
the
ground
--
held
in
by
the
coachman
,
who
had
been
seated
a
quarter
of
an
hour
on
his
box
--
the
elegant
phaeton
with
which
we
are
familiar
rapidly
turned
the
angle
of
the
entrance-gate
,
and
cast
out
on
the
doorsteps
M.
Andrea
Cavalcanti
,
as
decked
up
and
gay
as
if
he
were
going
to
marry
a
princess
.
He
inquired
after
the
count
with
his
usual
familiarity
,
and
ascending
lightly
to
the
second
story
met
him
at
the
top
of
the
stairs
.
The
count
stopped
on
seeing
the
young
man
.
As
for
Andrea
,
he
was
launched
,
and
when
he
was
once
launched
nothing
stopped
him
.
"
Ah
,
good
morning
,
my
dear
count
,
"
said
he
.
"
Ah
,
M.
Andrea
,
"
said
the
latter
,
with
his
half-jesting
tone
;
"
how
do
you
do
.
"
"
Charmingly
,
as
you
see
.
I
am
come
to
talk
to
you
about
a
thousand
things
;
but
,
first
tell
me
,
were
you
going
out
or
just
returned
?
"
"
I
was
going
out
,
sir
.
"
