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"
Let
them
all
be
taken
away
and
changed
,
then
,
with
the
exception
of
the
sleeping-chamber
which
is
hung
with
red
damask
;
you
will
leave
that
exactly
as
it
is
.
"
Bertuccio
bowed
.
"
You
will
not
touch
the
garden
either
;
as
to
the
yard
,
you
may
do
what
you
please
with
it
;
I
should
prefer
that
being
altered
beyond
all
recognition
.
"
"
I
will
do
everything
in
my
power
to
carry
out
your
wishes
,
your
excellency
.
I
should
be
glad
,
however
,
to
receive
your
excellency
's
commands
concerning
the
dinner
.
"
"
Really
,
my
dear
M.
Bertuccio
,
"
said
the
count
,
"
since
you
have
been
in
Paris
,
you
have
become
quite
nervous
,
and
apparently
out
of
your
element
;
you
no
longer
seem
to
understand
me
.
"
"
But
surely
your
excellency
will
be
so
good
as
to
inform
me
whom
you
are
expecting
to
receive
?
"
"
I
do
not
yet
know
myself
,
neither
is
it
necessary
that
you
should
do
so
.
'
Lucullus
dines
with
Lucullus
,
'
that
is
quite
sufficient
.
"
Bertuccio
bowed
,
and
left
the
room
.
Both
the
count
and
Baptistin
had
told
the
truth
when
they
announced
to
Morcerf
the
proposed
visit
of
the
major
,
which
had
served
Monte
Cristo
as
a
pretext
for
declining
Albert
's
invitation
.
Seven
o'clock
had
just
struck
,
and
M.
Bertuccio
,
according
to
the
command
which
had
been
given
him
,
had
two
hours
before
left
for
Auteuil
,
when
a
cab
stopped
at
the
door
,
and
after
depositing
its
occupant
at
the
gate
,
immediately
hurried
away
,
as
if
ashamed
of
its
employment
.
The
visitor
was
about
fifty-two
years
of
age
,
dressed
in
one
of
the
green
surtouts
,
ornamented
with
black
frogs
,
which
have
so
long
maintained
their
popularity
all
over
Europe
.
He
wore
trousers
of
blue
cloth
,
boots
tolerably
clean
,
but
not
of
the
brightest
polish
,
and
a
little
too
thick
in
the
soles
,
buckskin
gloves
,
a
hat
somewhat
resembling
in
shape
those
usually
worn
by
the
gendarmes
,
and
a
black
cravat
striped
with
white
,
which
,
if
the
proprietor
had
not
worn
it
of
his
own
free
will
,
might
have
passed
for
a
halter
,
so
much
did
it
resemble
one
.
Such
was
the
picturesque
costume
of
the
person
who
rang
at
the
gate
,
and
demanded
if
it
was
not
at
No.
30
in
the
Avenue
des
Champs
--
Elysees
that
the
Count
of
Monte
Cristo
lived
,
and
who
,
being
answered
by
the
porter
in
the
affirmative
,
entered
,
closed
the
gate
after
him
,
and
began
to
ascend
the
steps
.
The
small
and
angular
head
of
this
man
,
his
white
hair
and
thick
gray
mustaches
,
caused
him
to
be
easily
recognized
by
Baptistin
,
who
had
received
an
exact
description
of
the
expected
visitor
,
and
who
was
awaiting
him
in
the
hall
.
Therefore
,
scarcely
had
the
stranger
time
to
pronounce
his
name
before
the
count
was
apprised
of
his
arrival
.
He
was
ushered
into
a
simple
and
elegant
drawing-room
,
and
the
count
rose
to
meet
him
with
a
smiling
air
.
"
Ah
,
my
dear
sir
,
you
are
most
welcome
;
I
was
expecting
you
.
"
"
Indeed
,
"
said
the
Italian
,
"
was
your
excellency
then
aware
of
my
visit
?
"
"
Yes
;
I
had
been
told
that
I
should
see
you
today
at
seven
o'clock
.
"
