Граф Монте-Кристо

Bread and Salt.

           Theywentthewholelengthofthegardenwithoututteringaword."Sir,"suddenlyexclaimedthecountess,aftertheirwalkhadcontinuedtenminutesinsilence,"isittruethatyouhaveseensomuch,travelledsofar,andsufferedsodeeply?"

           "Ihavesuffereddeeply,madame,"answeredMonteCristo.

           "Butnowyouarehappy?"

           "Doubtless,"repliedthecount,"sincenoonehearsmecomplain."

           "Andyourpresenthappiness,hasitsoftenedyourheart?"

           "Mypresenthappinessequalsmypastmisery,"saidthecount.

           "Areyounotmarried?"askedthecountess."I,married?"exclaimedMonteCristo,shuddering;"whocouldhavetoldyouso?"

           "Noonetoldmeyouwere,butyouhavefrequentlybeenseenattheoperawithayoungandlovelywoman."

           "SheisaslavewhomIboughtatConstantinople,madame,thedaughterofaprince.Ihaveadoptedherasmydaughter,havingnooneelsetoloveintheworld."

           "Youlivealone,then?"

           "Ido."

           "Youhavenosisternosonnofather?"

           "Ihavenoone."

           "Howcanyouexistthuswithoutanyonetoattachyoutolife?"

           "Itisnotmyfault,madame.AtMalta,Ilovedayounggirl,wasonthepointofmarryingher,whenwarcameandcarriedmeaway.Ithoughtshelovedmewellenoughtowaitforme,andeventoremainfaithfultomymemory.WhenIreturnedshewasmarried.

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