Граф Монте-Кристо

The Breakfast.

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           "Mydearfriend,"saidAlberttoBeauchamp,"itisplainthattheaffairsofSpainaresettled,foryouaremostdesperatelyoutofhumorthismorning.RecollectthatParisiangossiphasspokenofamarriagebetweenmyselfandMlle.EugenieDanglars;Icannotinconscience,therefore,letyourundownthespeechesofamanwhowillonedaysaytome,‘Vicomte,youknowIgivemydaughtertwomillions.’"

           "Ah,thismarriagewillnevertakeplace,"saidBeauchamp."Thekinghasmadehimabaron,andcanmakehimapeer,buthecannotmakehimagentleman,andtheCountofMorcerfistooaristocratictoconsent,forthepaltrysumoftwomillionfrancs,toamesalliance.TheViscountofMorcerfcanonlywedamarchioness."

           "Buttwomillionfrancsmakeanicelittlesum,"repliedMorcerf.

           "Itisthesocialcapitalofatheatreontheboulevard,orarailroadfromtheJardindesPlantestoLaRapee."

           "Nevermindwhathesays,Morcerf,"saidDebray,"doyoumarryher.Youmarryamoney-baglabel,itistrue;well,butwhatdoesthatmatter?Itisbettertohaveablazonlessandafiguremoreonit.Youhavesevenmartletsonyourarms;givethreetoyourwife,andyouwillstillhavefour;thatisonemorethanM.deGuisehad,whosonearlybecameKingofFrance,andwhosecousinwasEmperorofGermany."

           "Onmyword,Ithinkyouareright,Lucien,"saidAlbertabsently.

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