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"
I
have
already
enjoyed
that
treat
when
breakfasting
with
you
,
"
said
Morcerf
.
"
Do
you
mean
at
Rome
?
"
"
I
do
.
"
"
Ah
,
then
,
I
suppose
you
heard
Haidee
's
guzla
;
the
poor
exile
frequently
beguiles
a
weary
hour
in
playing
over
to
me
the
airs
of
her
native
land
.
"
Morcerf
did
not
pursue
the
subject
,
and
Monte
Cristo
himself
fell
into
a
silent
reverie
.
The
bell
rang
at
this
moment
for
the
rising
of
the
curtain
.
"
You
will
excuse
my
leaving
you
,
"
said
the
count
,
turning
in
the
direction
of
his
box
.
"
What
?
Are
you
going
?
"
"
Pray
,
say
everything
that
is
kind
to
Countess
G
--
--
on
the
part
of
her
friend
the
Vampire
.
"
"
And
what
message
shall
I
convey
to
the
baroness
!
"
"
That
,
with
her
permission
,
I
shall
do
myself
the
honor
of
paying
my
respects
in
the
course
of
the
evening
.
"
The
third
act
had
begun
;
and
during
its
progress
the
Count
of
Morcerf
,
according
to
his
promise
,
made
his
appearance
in
the
box
of
Madame
Danglars
.
The
Count
of
Morcerf
was
not
a
person
to
excite
either
interest
or
curiosity
in
a
place
of
public
amusement
;
his
presence
,
therefore
,
was
wholly
unnoticed
,
save
by
the
occupants
of
the
box
in
which
he
had
just
seated
himself
.
The
quick
eye
of
Monte
Cristo
however
,
marked
his
coming
;
and
a
slight
though
meaning
smile
passed
over
his
lips
.
Haidee
,
whose
soul
seemed
centred
in
the
business
of
the
stage
,
like
all
unsophisticated
natures
,
delighted
in
whatever
addressed
itself
to
the
eye
or
ear
.
