Граф Монте-Кристо

The Pont du Gard Inn.

           Uponissuingforthfromhissubterraneanretreatattheexpirationoffiveminutes,hefoundtheabbeseateduponawoodenstool,leaninghiselbowonatable,whileMargotin,whoseanimosityseemedappeasedbytheunusualcommandofthetravellerforrefreshments,hadcreptuptohim,andhadestablishedhimselfverycomfortablybetweenhisknees,hislong,skinnyneckrestingonhislap,whilehisdimeyewasfixedearnestlyonthetraveller’sface.

           "Areyouquitealone?"inquiredtheguest,asCaderousseplacedbeforehimthebottleofwineandaglass.

           "Quite,quitealone,"repliedtheman—"or,atleast,practicallyso,formypoorwife,whoistheonlypersoninthehousebesidesmyself,islaidupwithillness,andunabletorendermetheleastassistance,poorthing!"

           "Youaremarried,then?"saidthepriest,withashowofinterest,glancingroundashespokeatthescantyfurnishingsoftheapartment.

           "Ah,sir,"saidCaderoussewithasigh,"itiseasytoperceiveIamnotarichman;butinthisworldamandoesnotthrivethebetterforbeinghonest."Theabbefixedonhimasearching,penetratingglance.

           "Yes,honestIcancertainlysaythatmuchformyself,"continuedtheinn-keeper,fairlysustainingthescrutinyoftheabbe’sgaze;"Icanboastwithtruthofbeinganhonestman;and,"continuedhesignificantly,withahandonhisbreastandshakinghishead,"thatismorethaneveryonecansaynowadays.

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