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The
salutation
was
so
well
understood
that
Morrel
,
with
the
same
expression
in
his
eyes
,
placed
his
handkerchief
to
his
mouth
;
and
these
two
living
statues
,
whose
hearts
beat
so
violently
under
their
marble
aspect
,
separated
from
each
other
by
the
whole
length
of
the
room
,
forgot
themselves
for
a
moment
,
or
rather
forgot
the
world
in
their
mutual
contemplation
.
They
might
have
remained
much
longer
lost
in
one
another
,
without
any
one
noticing
their
abstraction
.
The
Count
of
Monte
Cristo
had
just
entered
.
We
have
already
said
that
there
was
something
in
the
count
which
attracted
universal
attention
wherever
he
appeared
.
It
was
not
the
coat
,
unexceptional
in
its
cut
,
though
simple
and
unornamented
;
it
was
not
the
plain
white
waistcoat
;
it
was
not
the
trousers
,
that
displayed
the
foot
so
perfectly
formed
--
it
was
none
of
these
things
that
attracted
the
attention
--
it
was
his
pale
complexion
,
his
waving
black
hair
,
his
calm
and
serene
expression
,
his
dark
and
melancholy
eye
,
his
mouth
,
chiselled
with
such
marvellous
delicacy
,
which
so
easily
expressed
such
high
disdain
--
these
were
what
fixed
the
attention
of
all
upon
him
.
Many
men
might
have
been
handsomer
,
but
certainly
there
could
be
none
whose
appearance
was
more
significant
,
if
the
expression
may
be
used
.
Everything
about
the
count
seemed
to
have
its
meaning
,
for
the
constant
habit
of
thought
which
he
had
acquired
had
given
an
ease
and
vigor
to
the
expression
of
his
face
,
and
even
to
the
most
trifling
gesture
,
scarcely
to
be
understood
.
Yet
the
Parisian
world
is
so
strange
,
that
even
all
this
might
not
have
won
attention
had
there
not
been
connected
with
it
a
mysterious
story
gilded
by
an
immense
fortune
.
Meanwhile
he
advanced
through
the
assemblage
of
guests
under
a
battery
of
curious
glances
towards
Madame
de
Morcerf
,
who
,
standing
before
a
mantle-piece
ornamented
with
flowers
,
had
seen
his
entrance
in
a
looking-glass
placed
opposite
the
door
,
and
was
prepared
to
receive
him
.
She
turned
towards
him
with
a
serene
smile
just
at
the
moment
he
was
bowing
to
her
.
No
doubt
she
fancied
the
count
would
speak
to
her
,
while
on
his
side
the
count
thought
she
was
about
to
address
him
;
but
both
remained
silent
,
and
after
a
mere
bow
,
Monte
Cristo
directed
his
steps
to
Albert
,
who
received
him
cordially
.
"
Have
you
seen
my
mother
?
"
asked
Albert
.
"
I
have
just
had
the
pleasure
,
"
replied
the
count
;
"
but
I
have
not
seen
your
father
.
"
"
See
,
he
is
down
there
,
talking
politics
with
that
little
group
of
great
geniuses
.
"
"
Indeed
?
"
said
Monte
Cristo
;
"
and
so
those
gentlemen
down
there
are
men
of
great
talent
.
I
should
not
have
guessed
it
.
And
for
what
kind
of
talent
are
they
celebrated
?
You
know
there
are
different
sorts
.
"
"
That
tall
,
harsh-looking
man
is
very
learned
,
he
discovered
,
in
the
neighborhood
of
Rome
,
a
kind
of
lizard
with
a
vertebra
more
than
lizards
usually
have
,
and
he
immediately
laid
his
discovery
before
the
Institute
.
The
thing
was
discussed
for
a
long
time
,
but
finally
decided
in
his
favor
.
I
can
assure
you
the
vertebra
made
a
great
noise
in
the
learned
world
,
and
the
gentleman
,
who
was
only
a
knight
of
the
Legion
of
Honor
,
was
made
an
officer
.
"
"
Come
,
"
said
Monte
Cristo
,
"
this
cross
seems
to
me
to
be
wisely
awarded
.
I
suppose
,
had
he
found
another
additional
vertebra
,
they
would
have
made
him
a
commander
.
"
