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"
Well
,
"
said
she
,
"
you
see
he
refuses
?
"
"
Yes
;
but
why
need
this
annoy
you
?
"
"
You
know
,
Albert
,
women
are
singular
creatures
.
I
should
like
to
have
seen
the
count
take
something
in
my
house
,
if
only
an
ice
.
Perhaps
he
can
not
reconcile
himself
to
the
French
style
of
living
,
and
might
prefer
something
else
.
"
"
Oh
,
no
;
I
have
seen
him
eat
of
everything
in
Italy
;
no
doubt
he
does
not
feel
inclined
this
evening
.
"
"
And
besides
,
"
said
the
countess
,
"
accustomed
as
he
is
to
burning
climates
,
possibly
he
does
not
feel
the
heat
as
we
do
.
"
"
I
do
not
think
that
,
for
he
has
complained
of
feeling
almost
suffocated
,
and
asked
why
the
Venetian
blinds
were
not
opened
as
well
as
the
windows
.
"
"
In
a
word
,
"
said
Mercedes
,
"
it
was
a
way
of
assuring
me
that
his
abstinence
was
intended
.
"
And
she
left
the
room
.
A
minute
afterwards
the
blinds
were
thrown
open
,
and
through
the
jessamine
and
clematis
that
overhung
the
window
one
could
see
the
garden
ornamented
with
lanterns
,
and
the
supper
laid
under
the
tent
.
Dancers
,
players
,
talkers
,
all
uttered
an
exclamation
of
joy
--
every
one
inhaled
with
delight
the
breeze
that
floated
in
.
At
the
same
time
Mercedes
reappeared
,
paler
than
before
,
but
with
that
imperturbable
expression
of
countenance
which
she
sometimes
wore
.
She
went
straight
to
the
group
of
which
her
husband
formed
the
centre
.
"
Do
not
detain
those
gentlemen
here
,
count
,
"
she
said
;
"
they
would
prefer
,
I
should
think
,
to
breathe
in
the
garden
rather
than
suffocate
here
,
since
they
are
not
playing
.
"
"
Ah
,
"
said
a
gallant
old
general
,
who
,
in
1809
,
had
sung
"
Partant
pour
la
Syrie
,
"
--
"
we
will
not
go
alone
to
the
garden
.
"
"
Then
,
"
said
Mercedes
,
"
I
will
lead
the
way
.
"
Turning
towards
Monte
Cristo
,
she
added
,
"
count
,
will
you
oblige
me
with
your
arm
?
"
The
count
almost
staggered
at
these
simple
words
;
then
he
fixed
his
eyes
on
Mercedes
