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"
Yes
,
"
answered
Franz
;
"
and
it
is
to
punish
them
that
duelling
is
tolerated
.
"
"
Ah
,
duelling
,
"
cried
the
count
;
"
a
pleasant
manner
,
upon
my
soul
,
of
arriving
at
your
end
when
that
end
is
vengeance
!
A
man
has
carried
off
your
mistress
,
a
man
has
seduced
your
wife
,
a
man
has
dishonored
your
daughter
;
he
has
rendered
the
whole
life
of
one
who
had
the
right
to
expect
from
heaven
that
portion
of
happiness
God
his
promised
to
every
one
of
his
creatures
,
an
existence
of
misery
and
infamy
;
and
you
think
you
are
avenged
because
you
send
a
ball
through
the
head
,
or
pass
a
sword
through
the
breast
,
of
that
man
who
has
planted
madness
in
your
brain
,
and
despair
in
your
heart
.
And
remember
,
moreover
,
that
it
is
often
he
who
comes
off
victorious
from
the
strife
,
absolved
of
all
crime
in
the
eyes
of
the
world
.
No
,
no
,
"
continued
the
count
,
"
had
I
to
avenge
myself
,
it
is
not
thus
I
would
take
revenge
.
"
"
Then
you
disapprove
of
duelling
?
You
would
not
fight
a
duel
?
"
asked
Albert
in
his
turn
,
astonished
at
this
strange
theory
.
"
Oh
,
yes
,
"
replied
the
count
;
"
understand
me
,
I
would
fight
a
duel
for
a
trifle
,
for
an
insult
,
for
a
blow
;
and
the
more
so
that
,
thanks
to
my
skill
in
all
bodily
exercises
,
and
the
indifference
to
danger
I
have
gradually
acquired
,
I
should
be
almost
certain
to
kill
my
man
.
Oh
,
I
would
fight
for
such
a
cause
;
but
in
return
for
a
slow
,
profound
,
eternal
torture
,
I
would
give
back
the
same
,
were
it
possible
;
an
eye
for
an
eye
,
a
tooth
for
a
tooth
,
as
the
Orientalists
say
--
our
masters
in
everything
--
those
favored
creatures
who
have
formed
for
themselves
a
life
of
dreams
and
a
paradise
of
realities
.
"
"
But
,
"
said
Franz
to
the
count
,
"
with
this
theory
,
which
renders
you
at
once
judge
and
executioner
of
your
own
cause
,
it
would
be
difficult
to
adopt
a
course
that
would
forever
prevent
your
falling
under
the
power
of
the
law
.
Hatred
is
blind
,
rage
carries
you
away
;
and
he
who
pours
out
vengeance
runs
the
risk
of
tasting
a
bitter
draught
.
"
"
Yes
,
if
he
be
poor
and
inexperienced
,
not
if
he
be
rich
and
skilful
;
besides
,
the
worst
that
could
happen
to
him
would
be
the
punishment
of
which
we
have
already
spoken
,
and
which
the
philanthropic
French
Revolution
has
substituted
for
being
torn
to
pieces
by
horses
or
broken
on
the
wheel
.
What
matters
this
punishment
,
as
long
as
he
is
avenged
?
On
my
word
,
I
almost
regret
that
in
all
probability
this
miserable
Peppino
will
not
be
beheaded
,
as
you
might
have
had
an
opportunity
then
of
seeing
how
short
a
time
the
punishment
lasts
,
and
whether
it
is
worth
even
mentioning
;
but
,
really
this
is
a
most
singular
conversation
for
the
Carnival
,
gentlemen
;
how
did
it
arise
?
Ah
,
I
recollect
,
you
asked
for
a
place
at
my
window
;
you
shall
have
it
;
but
let
us
first
sit
down
to
table
,
for
here
comes
the
servant
to
inform
us
that
breakfast
is
ready
.
"
As
he
spoke
,
a
servant
opened
one
of
the
four
doors
of
the
apartment
,
saying
--
"
Al
suo
commodo
!
"
The
two
young
men
arose
and
entered
the
breakfast-room
.
During
the
meal
,
which
was
excellent
,
and
admirably
served
,
Franz
looked
repeatedly
at
Albert
,
in
order
to
observe
the
impressions
which
he
doubted
not
had
been
made
on
him
by
the
words
of
their
entertainer
;
but
whether
with
his
usual
carelessness
he
had
paid
but
little
attention
to
him
,
whether
the
explanation
of
the
Count
of
Monte
Cristo
with
regard
to
duelling
had
satisfied
him
,
or
whether
the
events
which
Franz
knew
of
had
had
their
effect
on
him
alone
,
he
remarked
that
his
companion
did
not
pay
the
least
regard
to
them
,
but
on
the
contrary
ate
like
a
man
who
for
the
last
four
or
five
months
had
been
condemned
to
partake
of
Italian
cookery
--
that
is
,
the
worst
in
the
world
.
As
for
the
count
,
he
just
touched
the
dishes
;
he
seemed
to
fulfil
the
duties
of
a
host
by
sitting
down
with
his
guests
,
and
awaited
their
departure
to
be
served
with
some
strange
or
more
delicate
food
.
This
brought
back
to
Franz
,
in
spite
of
himself
,
the
recollection
of
the
terror
with
which
the
count
had
inspired
the
Countess
G
--
--
and
her
firm
conviction
that
the
man
in
the
opposite
box
was
a
vampire
.
At
the
end
of
the
breakfast
Franz
took
out
his
watch
.
"
Well
,
"
said
the
count
,
"
what
are
you
doing
?
"
