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"
By
no
means
,
"
replied
the
young
lady
quickly
;
"
but
this
is
the
hour
when
we
usually
give
M.
Noirtier
the
unwelcome
meal
that
sustains
his
pitiful
existence
.
You
are
aware
,
sir
,
of
the
deplorable
condition
of
my
husband
's
father
?
"
"
Yes
,
madame
,
M.
de
Villefort
spoke
of
it
to
me
--
a
paralysis
,
I
think
.
"
"
Alas
,
yes
;
the
poor
old
gentleman
is
entirely
helpless
;
the
mind
alone
is
still
active
in
this
human
machine
,
and
that
is
faint
and
flickering
,
like
the
light
of
a
lamp
about
to
expire
.
But
excuse
me
,
sir
,
for
talking
of
our
domestic
misfortunes
;
I
interrupted
you
at
the
moment
when
you
were
telling
me
that
you
were
a
skilful
chemist
.
"
"
No
,
madame
,
I
did
not
say
as
much
as
that
,
"
replied
the
count
with
a
smile
;
"
quite
the
contrary
.
I
have
studied
chemistry
because
,
having
determined
to
live
in
eastern
climates
I
have
been
desirous
of
following
the
example
of
King
Mithridates
.
"
"
Mithridates
rex
Ponticus
,
"
said
the
young
scamp
,
as
he
tore
some
beautiful
portraits
out
of
a
splendid
album
,
"
the
individual
who
took
cream
in
his
cup
of
poison
every
morning
at
breakfast
.
"
"
Edward
,
you
naughty
boy
,
"
exclaimed
Madame
de
Villefort
,
snatching
the
mutilated
book
from
the
urchin
's
grasp
,
"
you
are
positively
past
bearing
;
you
really
disturb
the
conversation
;
go
,
leave
us
,
and
join
your
sister
Valentine
in
dear
grandpapa
Noirtier
's
room
.
"
"
The
album
,
"
said
Edward
sulkily
.
"
What
do
you
mean
?
--
the
album
!
"
"
I
want
the
album
.
"
