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"
Every
day
.
"
"
Then
what
do
you
fear
,
my
lord
?
"
"
You
might
find
it
dull
.
"
"
No
,
my
lord
.
In
the
morning
,
I
shall
rejoice
in
the
prospect
of
your
coming
,
and
in
the
evening
dwell
with
delight
on
the
happiness
I
have
enjoyed
in
your
presence
;
then
too
,
when
alone
,
I
can
call
forth
mighty
pictures
of
the
past
,
see
vast
horizons
bounded
only
by
the
towering
mountains
of
Pindus
and
Olympus
.
Oh
,
believe
me
,
that
when
three
great
passions
,
such
as
sorrow
,
love
,
and
gratitude
fill
the
heart
,
ennui
can
find
no
place
"
"
You
are
a
worthy
daughter
of
Epirus
,
Haidee
,
and
your
charming
and
poetical
ideas
prove
well
your
descent
from
that
race
of
goddesses
who
claim
your
country
as
their
birthplace
.
Depend
on
my
care
to
see
that
your
youth
is
not
blighted
,
or
suffered
to
pass
away
in
ungenial
solitude
;
and
of
this
be
well
assured
,
that
if
you
love
me
as
a
father
,
I
love
you
as
a
child
.
"
"
You
are
wrong
,
my
lord
.
The
love
I
have
for
you
is
very
different
from
the
love
I
had
for
my
father
.
My
father
died
,
but
I
did
not
die
.
If
you
were
to
die
,
I
should
die
too
.
"
The
Count
,
with
a
smile
of
profound
tenderness
,
extended
his
hand
,
and
she
carried
it
to
her
lips
.
Monte
Cristo
,
thus
attuned
to
the
interview
he
proposed
to
hold
with
Morrel
and
his
family
,
departed
,
murmuring
as
he
went
these
lines
of
Pindar
,
"
Youth
is
a
flower
of
which
love
is
the
fruit
;
happy
is
he
who
,
after
having
watched
its
silent
growth
,
is
permitted
to
gather
and
call
it
his
own
.
"
The
carriage
was
prepared
according
to
orders
,
and
stepping
lightly
into
it
,
the
count
drove
off
at
his
usual
rapid
pace
.
In
a
very
few
minutes
the
count
reached
No.
7
in
the
Rue
Meslay
.
The
house
was
of
white
stone
,
and
in
a
small
court
before
it
were
two
small
beds
full
of
beautiful
flowers
.
In
the
concierge
that
opened
the
gate
the
count
recognized
Cocles
;
but
as
he
had
but
one
eye
,
and
that
eye
had
become
somewhat
dim
in
the
course
of
nine
years
,
Cocles
did
not
recognize
the
count
.
The
carriages
that
drove
up
to
the
door
were
compelled
to
turn
,
to
avoid
a
fountain
that
played
in
a
basin
of
rockwork
--
an
ornament
that
had
excited
the
jealousy
of
the
whole
quarter
,
and
had
gained
for
the
place
the
appellation
of
"
The
Little
Versailles
.
"
It
is
needless
to
add
that
there
were
gold
and
silver
fish
in
the
basin
.
The
house
,
with
kitchens
and
cellars
below
,
had
above
the
ground-floor
,
two
stories
and
attics
.
The
whole
of
the
property
,
consisting
of
an
immense
workshop
,
two
pavilions
at
the
bottom
of
the
garden
,
and
the
garden
itself
,
had
been
purchased
by
Emmanuel
,
who
had
seen
at
a
glance
that
he
could
make
of
it
a
profitable
speculation
.
He
had
reserved
the
house
and
half
the
garden
,
and
building
a
wall
between
the
garden
and
the
workshops
,
had
let
them
upon
lease
with
the
pavilions
at
the
bottom
of
the
garden
.
So
that
for
a
trifling
sum
he
was
as
well
lodged
,
and
as
perfectly
shut
out
from
observation
,
as
the
inhabitants
of
the
finest
mansion
in
the
Faubourg
St.
Germain
.
The
breakfast-room
was
finished
in
oak
;
the
salon
in
mahogany
,
and
the
furnishings
were
of
blue
velvet
;
the
bedroom
was
in
citronwood
and
green
damask
.
There
was
a
study
for
Emmanuel
,
who
never
studied
,
and
a
music-room
for
Julie
,
who
never
played
.
The
whole
of
the
second
story
was
set
apart
for
Maximilian
;
it
was
precisely
similar
to
his
sister
's
apartments
,
except
that
for
the
breakfast-parlor
he
had
a
billiard-room
,
where
he
received
his
friends
.
He
was
superintending
the
grooming
of
his
horse
,
and
smoking
his
cigar
at
the
entrance
of
the
garden
,
when
the
count
's
carriage
stopped
at
the
gate
.
Cocles
opened
the
gate
,
and
Baptistin
,
springing
from
the
box
,
inquired
whether
Monsieur
and
Madame
Herbault
and
Monsieur
Maximilian
Morrel
would
see
his
excellency
the
Count
of
Monte
Cristo
.
"
The
Count
of
Monte
Cristo
?
"
cried
Morrel
,
throwing
away
his
cigar
and
hastening
to
the
carriage
;
"
I
should
think
we
would
see
him
.
Ah
,
a
thousand
thanks
,
count
,
for
not
having
forgotten
your
promise
.
"
And
the
young
officer
shook
the
count
's
hand
so
warmly
,
that
Monte
Cristo
could
not
be
mistaken
as
to
the
sincerity
of
his
joy
,
and
he
saw
that
he
had
been
expected
with
impatience
,
and
was
received
with
pleasure
.
"
Come
,
come
,
"
said
Maximilian
,
"
I
will
serve
as
your
guide
;
such
a
man
as
you
are
ought
not
to
be
introduced
by
a
servant
.
My
sister
is
in
the
garden
plucking
the
dead
roses
;
my
brother
is
reading
his
two
papers
,
the
Presse
and
the
Debats
,
within
six
steps
of
her
;
for
wherever
you
see
Madame
Herbault
,
you
have
only
to
look
within
a
circle
of
four
yards
and
you
will
find
M.
Emmanuel
,
and
'
reciprocally
,
'
as
they
say
at
the
Polytechnic
School
.
