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"
To
wait
for
me
.
Hold
yourself
ready
then
to
join
me
at
the
Champs
Elysees
,
and
lead
me
out
of
this
house
without
any
one
seeing
my
departure
.
"
Maximilian
hung
his
head
,
and
obeyed
with
childlike
reverence
.
The
apartment
on
the
second
floor
of
the
house
in
the
Rue
Saint
--
Germain-desPres
,
where
Albert
de
Morcerf
had
selected
a
home
for
his
mother
,
was
let
to
a
very
mysterious
person
.
This
was
a
man
whose
face
the
concierge
himself
had
never
seen
,
for
in
the
winter
his
chin
was
buried
in
one
of
the
large
red
handkerchiefs
worn
by
gentlemen
's
coachmen
on
a
cold
night
,
and
in
the
summer
he
made
a
point
of
always
blowing
his
nose
just
as
he
approached
the
door
.
Contrary
to
custom
,
this
gentleman
had
not
been
watched
,
for
as
the
report
ran
that
he
was
a
person
of
high
rank
,
and
one
who
would
allow
no
impertinent
interference
,
his
incognito
was
strictly
respected
.
His
visits
were
tolerably
regular
,
though
occasionally
he
appeared
a
little
before
or
after
his
time
,
but
generally
,
both
in
summer
and
winter
,
he
took
possession
of
his
apartment
about
four
o'clock
,
though
he
never
spent
the
night
there
.
At
half-past
three
in
the
winter
the
fire
was
lighted
by
the
discreet
servant
,
who
had
the
superintendence
of
the
little
apartment
,
and
in
the
summer
ices
were
placed
on
the
table
at
the
same
hour
.
At
four
o'clock
,
as
we
have
already
stated
,
the
mysterious
personage
arrived
.
Twenty
minutes
afterwards
a
carriage
stopped
at
the
house
,
a
lady
alighted
in
a
black
or
dark
blue
dress
,
and
always
thickly
veiled
;
she
passed
like
a
shadow
through
the
lodge
,
and
ran
up-stairs
without
a
sound
escaping
under
the
touch
of
her
light
foot
.
No
one
ever
asked
her
where
she
was
going
.
Her
face
,
therefore
,
like
that
of
the
gentleman
,
was
perfectly
unknown
to
the
two
concierges
,
who
were
perhaps
unequalled
throughout
the
capital
for
discretion
.
We
need
not
say
she
stopped
at
the
second
floor
.
Then
she
tapped
in
a
peculiar
manner
at
a
door
,
which
after
being
opened
to
admit
her
was
again
fastened
,
and
curiosity
penetrated
no
farther
.
They
used
the
same
precautions
in
leaving
as
in
entering
the
house
.
The
lady
always
left
first
,
and
as
soon
as
she
had
stepped
into
her
carriage
,
it
drove
away
,
sometimes
towards
the
right
hand
,
sometimes
to
the
left
;
then
about
twenty
minutes
afterwards
the
gentleman
would
also
leave
,
buried
in
his
cravat
or
concealed
by
his
handkerchief
.
The
day
after
Monte
Cristo
had
called
upon
Danglars
,
the
mysterious
lodger
entered
at
ten
o'clock
in
the
morning
instead
of
four
in
the
afternoon
.
Almost
directly
afterwards
,
without
the
usual
interval
of
time
,
a
cab
arrived
,
and
the
veiled
lady
ran
hastily
up-stairs
.
The
door
opened
,
but
before
it
could
be
closed
,
the
lady
exclaimed
:
"
Oh
,
Lucien
--
oh
,
my
friend
!
"
The
concierge
therefore
heard
for
the
first
time
that
the
lodger
's
name
was
Lucien
;
still
,
as
he
was
the
very
perfection
of
a
door-keeper
,
he
made
up
his
mind
not
to
tell
his
wife
.
"
Well
,
what
is
the
matter
,
my
dear
?
"
asked
the
gentleman
whose
name
the
lady
's
agitation
revealed
;
"
tell
me
what
is
the
matter
.
"
"
Oh
,
Lucien
,
can
I
confide
in
you
?
"
"
Of
course
,
you
know
you
can
do
so
.
But
what
can
be
the
matter
?
Your
note
of
this
morning
has
completely
bewildered
me
.
This
precipitation
--
this
unusual
appointment
.
Come
,
ease
me
of
my
anxiety
,
or
else
frighten
me
at
once
.
"
"
Lucien
,
a
great
event
has
happened
!
"
said
the
lady
,
glancing
inquiringly
at
Lucien
--
"
M.
Danglars
left
last
night
!
"
"
Left
?
--
M.
Danglars
left
?
Where
has
he
gone
?
"
