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"
Tell
Haidee
,
"
said
he
,
"
that
I
will
take
coffee
with
her
,
and
give
her
to
understand
that
I
desire
permission
to
present
one
of
my
friends
to
her
.
"
Ali
bowed
and
left
the
room
.
"
Now
,
understand
me
,
"
said
the
count
,
"
no
direct
questions
,
my
dear
Morcerf
;
if
you
wish
to
know
anything
,
tell
me
,
and
I
will
ask
her
.
"
"
Agreed
.
"
Ali
reappeared
for
the
third
time
,
and
drew
back
the
tapestried
hanging
which
concealed
the
door
,
to
signify
to
his
master
and
Albert
that
they
were
at
liberty
to
pass
on
.
"
Let
us
go
in
,
"
said
Monte
Cristo
.
Albert
passed
his
hand
through
his
hair
,
and
curled
his
mustache
,
then
,
having
satisfied
himself
as
to
his
personal
appearance
,
followed
the
count
into
the
room
,
the
latter
having
previously
resumed
his
hat
and
gloves
.
Ali
was
stationed
as
a
kind
of
advanced
guard
,
and
the
door
was
kept
by
the
three
French
attendants
,
commanded
by
Myrtho
.
Haidee
was
awaiting
her
visitors
in
the
first
room
of
her
apartments
,
which
was
the
drawing-room
.
Her
large
eyes
were
dilated
with
surprise
and
expectation
,
for
it
was
the
first
time
that
any
man
,
except
Monte
Cristo
,
had
been
accorded
an
entrance
into
her
presence
.
She
was
sitting
on
a
sofa
placed
in
an
angle
of
the
room
,
with
her
legs
crossed
under
her
in
the
Eastern
fashion
,
and
seemed
to
have
made
for
herself
,
as
it
were
,
a
kind
of
nest
in
the
rich
Indian
silks
which
enveloped
her
.
Near
her
was
the
instrument
on
which
she
had
just
been
playing
;
it
was
elegantly
fashioned
,
and
worthy
of
its
mistress
.
On
perceiving
Monte
Cristo
,
she
arose
and
welcomed
him
with
a
smile
peculiar
to
herself
,
expressive
at
once
of
the
most
implicit
obedience
and
also
of
the
deepest
love
.
Monte
Cristo
advanced
towards
her
and
extended
his
hand
,
which
she
as
usual
raised
to
her
lips
.
Albert
had
proceeded
no
farther
than
the
door
,
where
he
remained
rooted
to
the
spot
,
being
completely
fascinated
by
the
sight
of
such
surpassing
beauty
,
beheld
as
it
was
for
the
first
time
,
and
of
which
an
inhabitant
of
more
northern
climes
could
form
no
adequate
idea
.
"
Whom
do
you
bring
?
"
asked
the
young
girl
in
Romaic
,
of
Monte
Cristo
;
"
is
it
a
friend
,
a
brother
,
a
simple
acquaintance
,
or
an
enemy
.
"
"
A
friend
,
"
said
Monte
Cristo
in
the
same
language
.
"
What
is
his
name
?
"
"
Count
Albert
;
it
is
the
same
man
whom
I
rescued
from
the
hands
of
the
banditti
at
Rome
.
"
"
In
what
language
would
you
like
me
to
converse
with
him
?
"
