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"
You
?
"
cried
Franz
,
whose
hair
stood
on
end
;
"
you
,
M.
Noirtier
--
you
killed
my
father
?
"
"
Yes
!
"
replied
Noirtier
,
fixing
a
majestic
look
on
the
young
man
Franz
fell
powerless
on
a
chair
;
Villefort
opened
the
door
and
escaped
,
for
the
idea
had
entered
his
mind
to
stifle
the
little
remaining
life
in
the
heart
of
this
terrible
old
man
.
Meanwhile
M.
Cavalcanti
the
elder
had
returned
to
his
service
,
not
in
the
army
of
his
majesty
the
Emperor
of
Austria
,
but
at
the
gaming-table
of
the
baths
of
Lucca
,
of
which
he
was
one
of
the
most
assiduous
courtiers
.
He
had
spent
every
farthing
that
had
been
allowed
for
his
journey
as
a
reward
for
the
majestic
and
solemn
manner
in
which
he
had
maintained
his
assumed
character
of
father
.
M.
Andrea
at
his
departure
inherited
all
the
papers
which
proved
that
he
had
indeed
the
honor
of
being
the
son
of
the
Marquis
Bartolomeo
and
the
Marchioness
Oliva
Corsinari
.
He
was
now
fairly
launched
in
that
Parisian
society
which
gives
such
ready
access
to
foreigners
,
and
treats
them
,
not
as
they
really
are
,
but
as
they
wish
to
be
considered
.
Besides
,
what
is
required
of
a
young
man
in
Paris
?
To
speak
its
language
tolerably
,
to
make
a
good
appearance
,
to
be
a
good
gamester
,
and
to
pay
in
cash
.
They
are
certainly
less
particular
with
a
foreigner
than
with
a
Frenchman
.
Andrea
had
,
then
,
in
a
fortnight
,
attained
a
very
fair
position
.
He
was
called
count
,
he
was
said
to
possess
50,000
livres
per
annum
;
and
his
father
's
immense
riches
,
buried
in
the
quarries
of
Saravezza
,
were
a
constant
theme
.
A
learned
man
,
before
whom
the
last
circumstance
was
mentioned
as
a
fact
,
declared
he
had
seen
the
quarries
in
question
,
which
gave
great
weight
to
assertions
hitherto
somewhat
doubtful
,
but
which
now
assumed
the
garb
of
reality
.
Such
was
the
state
of
society
in
Paris
at
the
period
we
bring
before
our
readers
,
when
Monte
Cristo
went
one
evening
to
pay
M.
Danglars
a
visit
.
M.
Danglars
was
out
,
but
the
count
was
asked
to
go
and
see
the
baroness
,
and
he
accepted
the
invitation
.
It
was
never
without
a
nervous
shudder
,
since
the
dinner
at
Auteuil
,
and
the
events
which
followed
it
,
that
Madame
Danglars
heard
Monte
Cristo
's
name
announced
.
If
he
did
not
come
,
the
painful
sensation
became
most
intense
;
if
,
on
the
contrary
,
he
appeared
,
his
noble
countenance
,
his
brilliant
eyes
,
his
amiability
,
his
polite
attention
even
towards
Madame
Danglars
,
soon
dispelled
every
impression
of
fear
.
It
appeared
impossible
to
the
baroness
that
a
man
of
such
delightfully
pleasing
manners
should
entertain
evil
designs
against
her
;
besides
,
the
most
corrupt
minds
only
suspect
evil
when
it
would
answer
some
interested
end
--
useless
injury
is
repugnant
to
every
mind
.
When
Monte
Cristo
entered
the
boudoir
--
to
which
we
have
already
once
introduced
our
readers
,
and
where
the
baroness
was
examining
some
drawings
,
which
her
daughter
passed
to
her
after
having
looked
at
them
with
M.
Cavalcanti
--
his
presence
soon
produced
its
usual
effect
,
and
it
was
with
smiles
that
the
baroness
received
the
count
,
although
she
had
been
a
little
disconcerted
at
the
announcement
of
his
name
.
The
latter
took
in
the
whole
scene
at
a
glance
.
The
baroness
was
partially
reclining
on
a
sofa
,
Eugenie
sat
near
her
,
and
Cavalcanti
was
standing
.
Cavalcanti
,
dressed
in
black
,
like
one
of
Goethe
's
heroes
,
with
varnished
shoes
and
white
silk
open-worked
stockings
,
passed
a
white
and
tolerably
nice-looking
hand
through
his
light
hair
,
and
so
displayed
a
sparkling
diamond
,
that
in
spite
of
Monte
Cristo
's
advice
the
vain
young
man
had
been
unable
to
resist
putting
on
his
little
finger
.
This
movement
was
accompanied
by
killing
glances
at
Mademoiselle
Danglars
,
and
by
sighs
launched
in
the
same
direction
.
Mademoiselle
Danglars
was
still
the
same
--
cold
,
beautiful
,
and
satirical
.
Not
one
of
these
glances
,
nor
one
sigh
,
was
lost
on
her
;
they
might
have
been
said
to
fall
on
the
shield
of
Minerva
,
which
some
philosophers
assert
protected
sometimes
the
breast
of
Sappho
.
Eugenie
bowed
coldly
to
the
count
,
and
availed
herself
of
the
first
moment
when
the
conversation
became
earnest
to
escape
to
her
study
,
whence
very
soon
two
cheerful
and
noisy
voices
being
heard
in
connection
with
occasional
notes
of
the
piano
assured
Monte
Cristo
that
Mademoiselle
Danglars
preferred
to
his
society
and
to
that
of
M.
Cavalcanti
the
company
of
Mademoiselle
Louise
d'Armilly
,
her
singing
teacher
.
It
was
then
,
especially
while
conversing
with
Madame
Danglars
,
and
apparently
absorbed
by
the
charm
of
the
conversation
,
that
the
count
noticed
M.
Andrea
Cavalcanti
's
solicitude
,
his
manner
of
listening
to
the
music
at
the
door
he
dared
not
pass
,
and
of
manifesting
his
admiration
.
The
banker
soon
returned
.
His
first
look
was
certainly
directed
towards
Monte
Cristo
,
but
the
second
was
for
Andrea
.
As
for
his
wife
,
he
bowed
to
her
,
as
some
husbands
do
to
their
wives
,
but
in
a
way
that
bachelors
will
never
comprehend
,
until
a
very
extensive
code
is
published
on
conjugal
life
.
