Граф Монте-Кристо

The Insult.

           "InpronouncingthesewordsAlberthadraisedhisvoicesoastobeheardbythoseintheadjoiningboxesandinthelobby.Thustheattentionofmanywasattractedbythisaltercation."Whereareyoucomefrom,sir?Youdonotappeartobeinthepossessionofyoursenses."

           "ProvidedIunderstandyourperfidy,sir,andsucceedinmakingyouunderstandthatIwillberevenged,Ishallbereasonableenough,"saidAlbertfuriously.

           "Idonotunderstandyou,sir,"repliedMonteCristo;"andifIdid,yourtoneistoohigh.Iamathomehere,andIalonehavearighttoraisemyvoiceaboveanother’s.Leavethebox,sir!"MonteCristopointedtowardsthedoorwiththemostcommandingdignity."Ah,Ishallknowhowtomakeyouleaveyourhome!"repliedAlbert,claspinginhisconvulsedgrasptheglove,whichMonteCristodidnotlosesightof.

           "Well,well,"saidMonteCristoquietly,"Iseeyouwishtoquarrelwithme;butIwouldgiveyouonepieceofadvice,whichyouwilldowelltokeepinmind.Itisinpoortastetomakeadisplayofachallenge.Displayisnotbecomingtoeveryone,M.deMorcerf."

           Atthisnameamurmurofastonishmentpassedaroundthegroupofspectatorsofthisscene.TheyhadtalkedofnoonebutMorcerfthewholeday.Albertunderstoodtheallusioninamoment,andwasabouttothrowhisgloveatthecount,whenMorrelseizedhishand,whileBeauchampandChateau–Renaud,fearingthescenewouldsurpassthelimitsofachallenge,heldhimback.

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