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"
Be
sure
I
shall
not
fail
to
do
so
,
"
returned
the
count
,
bowing
.
And
Maximilian
Morrel
left
the
room
with
the
Baron
de
Chateau
--
Renaud
,
leaving
Monte
Cristo
alone
with
Morcerf
.
When
Albert
found
himself
alone
with
Monte
Cristo
,
"
My
dear
count
,
"
said
he
,
"
allow
me
to
commence
my
services
as
cicerone
by
showing
you
a
specimen
of
a
bachelor
's
apartment
.
You
,
who
are
accustomed
to
the
palaces
of
Italy
,
can
amuse
yourself
by
calculating
in
how
many
square
feet
a
young
man
who
is
not
the
worst
lodged
in
Paris
can
live
.
As
we
pass
from
one
room
to
another
,
I
will
open
the
windows
to
let
you
breathe
.
"
Monte
Cristo
had
already
seen
the
breakfast-room
and
the
salon
on
the
ground-floor
.
Albert
led
him
first
to
his
atelier
,
which
was
,
as
we
have
said
,
his
favorite
apartment
.
Monte
Cristo
quickly
appreciated
all
that
Albert
had
collected
here
--
old
cabinets
,
Japanese
porcelain
,
Oriental
stuffs
,
Venetian
glass
,
arms
from
all
parts
of
the
world
--
everything
was
familiar
to
him
;
and
at
the
first
glance
he
recognized
their
date
,
their
country
,
and
their
origin
.
Morcerf
had
expected
he
should
be
the
guide
;
on
the
contrary
,
it
was
he
who
,
under
the
count
's
guidance
,
followed
a
course
of
archaeology
,
mineralogy
,
and
natural
history
.
They
descended
to
the
first
floor
;
Albert
led
his
guest
into
the
salon
.
The
salon
was
filled
with
the
works
of
modern
artists
;
there
were
landscapes
by
Dupre
,
with
their
long
reeds
and
tall
trees
,
their
lowing
oxen
and
marvellous
skies
;
Delacroix
's
Arabian
cavaliers
,
with
their
long
white
burnouses
,
their
shining
belts
,
their
damasked
arms
,
their
horses
,
who
tore
each
other
with
their
teeth
while
their
riders
contended
fiercely
with
their
maces
;
aquarelles
of
Boulanger
,
representing
Notre
Dame
de
Paris
with
that
vigor
that
makes
the
artist
the
rival
of
the
poet
;
there
were
paintings
by
Diaz
,
who
makes
his
flowers
more
beautiful
than
flowers
,
his
suns
more
brilliant
than
the
sun
;
designs
by
Decamp
,
as
vividly
colored
as
those
of
Salvator
Rosa
,
but
more
poetic
;
pastels
by
Giraud
and
Muller
,
representing
children
like
angels
and
women
with
the
features
of
a
virgin
;
sketches
torn
from
the
album
of
Dauzats
'
"
Travels
in
the
East
,
"
that
had
been
made
in
a
few
seconds
on
the
saddle
of
a
camel
,
or
beneath
the
dome
of
a
mosque
--
in
a
word
,
all
that
modern
art
can
give
in
exchange
and
as
recompense
for
the
art
lost
and
gone
with
ages
long
since
past
.
Albert
expected
to
have
something
new
this
time
to
show
to
the
traveller
,
but
,
to
his
great
surprise
,
the
latter
,
without
seeking
for
the
signatures
,
many
of
which
,
indeed
,
were
only
initials
,
named
instantly
the
author
of
every
picture
in
such
a
manner
that
it
was
easy
to
see
that
each
name
was
not
only
known
to
him
,
but
that
each
style
associated
with
it
had
been
appreciated
and
studied
by
him
.
From
the
salon
they
passed
into
the
bed-chamber
;
it
was
a
model
of
taste
and
simple
elegance
.
A
single
portrait
,
signed
by
Leopold
Robert
,
shone
in
its
carved
and
gilded
frame
.
This
portrait
attracted
the
Count
of
Monte
Cristo
's
attention
,
for
he
made
three
rapid
steps
in
the
chamber
,
and
stopped
suddenly
before
it
.
It
was
the
portrait
of
a
young
woman
of
five
or
six
and
twenty
,
with
a
dark
complexion
,
and
light
and
lustrous
eyes
,
veiled
beneath
long
lashes
.
She
wore
the
picturesque
costume
of
the
Catalan
fisherwomen
,
a
red
and
black
bodice
,
and
golden
pins
in
her
hair
.
She
was
looking
at
the
sea
,
and
her
form
was
outlined
on
the
blue
ocean
and
sky
.
The
light
was
so
faint
in
the
room
that
Albert
did
not
perceive
the
pallor
that
spread
itself
over
the
count
's
visage
,
or
the
nervous
heaving
of
his
chest
and
shoulders
.
Silence
prevailed
for
an
instant
,
during
which
Monte
Cristo
gazed
intently
on
the
picture
.
"
You
have
there
a
most
charming
mistress
,
viscount
,
"
said
the
count
in
a
perfectly
calm
tone
;
"
and
this
costume
--
a
ball
costume
,
doubtless
--
becomes
her
admirably
.
"
"
Ah
,
monsieur
,
"
returned
Albert
,
"
I
would
never
forgive
you
this
mistake
if
you
had
seen
another
picture
beside
this
.
You
do
not
know
my
mother
;
she
it
is
whom
you
see
here
.
She
had
her
portrait
painted
thus
six
or
eight
years
ago
.
This
costume
is
a
fancy
one
,
it
appears
,
and
the
resemblance
is
so
great
that
I
think
I
still
see
my
mother
the
same
as
she
was
in
1830
.
The
countess
had
this
portrait
painted
during
the
count
's
absence
.
She
doubtless
intended
giving
him
an
agreeable
surprise
;
but
,
strange
to
say
,
this
portrait
seemed
to
displease
my
father
,
and
the
value
of
the
picture
,
which
is
,
as
you
see
,
one
of
the
best
works
of
Leopold
Robert
,
could
not
overcome
his
dislike
to
it
.
It
is
true
,
between
ourselves
,
that
M.
de
Morcerf
is
one
of
the
most
assiduous
peers
at
the
Luxembourg
,
a
general
renowned
for
theory
,
but
a
most
mediocre
amateur
of
art
.
It
is
different
with
my
mother
,
who
paints
exceedingly
well
,
and
who
,
unwilling
to
part
with
so
valuable
a
picture
,
gave
it
to
me
to
put
here
,
where
it
would
be
less
likely
to
displease
M.
de
Morcerf
,
whose
portrait
,
by
Gros
,
I
will
also
show
you
.
Excuse
my
talking
of
family
matters
,
but
as
I
shall
have
the
honor
of
introducing
you
to
the
count
,
I
tell
you
this
to
prevent
you
making
any
allusions
to
this
picture
.
The
picture
seems
to
have
a
malign
influence
,
for
my
mother
rarely
comes
here
without
looking
at
it
,
and
still
more
rarely
does
she
look
at
it
without
weeping
.
This
disagreement
is
the
only
one
that
has
ever
taken
place
between
the
count
and
countess
,
who
are
still
as
much
united
,
although
married
more
than
twenty
years
,
as
on
the
first
day
of
their
wedding
.
"
Monte
Cristo
glanced
rapidly
at
Albert
,
as
if
to
seek
a
hidden
meaning
in
his
words
,
but
it
was
evident
the
young
man
uttered
them
in
the
simplicity
of
his
heart
.
"
Now
,
"
said
Albert
,
"
that
you
have
seen
all
my
treasures
,
allow
me
to
offer
them
to
you
,
unworthy
as
they
are
.
Consider
yourself
as
in
your
own
house
,
and
to
put
yourself
still
more
at
your
ease
,
pray
accompany
me
to
the
apartments
of
M.
de
Morcerf
,
he
whom
I
wrote
from
Rome
an
account
of
the
services
you
rendered
me
,
and
to
whom
I
announced
your
promised
visit
,
and
I
may
say
that
both
the
count
and
countess
anxiously
desire
to
thank
you
in
person
.
You
are
somewhat
blase
I
know
,
and
family
scenes
have
not
much
effect
on
Sinbad
the
Sailor
,
who
has
seen
so
many
others
.
However
,
accept
what
I
propose
to
you
as
an
initiation
into
Parisian
life
--
a
life
of
politeness
,
visiting
,
and
introductions
.
"
Monte
Cristo
bowed
without
making
any
answer
;
he
accepted
the
offer
without
enthusiasm
and
without
regret
,
as
one
of
those
conventions
of
society
which
every
gentleman
looks
upon
as
a
duty
.
Albert
summoned
his
servant
,
and
ordered
him
to
acquaint
M.
and
Madame
de
Morcerf
of
the
arrival
of
the
Count
of
Monte
Cristo
.
Albert
followed
him
with
the
count
.
When
they
arrived
at
the
ante-chamber
,
above
the
door
was
visible
a
shield
,
which
,
by
its
rich
ornaments
and
its
harmony
with
the
rest
of
the
furniture
,
indicated
the
importance
the
owner
attached
to
this
blazon
.
Monte
Cristo
stopped
and
examined
it
attentively
.
