Граф Монте-Кристо

The Breakfast.

           

           "Diplomatornot,Idon’tknow;Ionlyknowthathechargedhimselfonmyaccountwithamission,whichheterminatedsoentirelytomysatisfaction,thathadIbeenking,Ishouldhaveinstantlycreatedhimknightofallmyorders,evenhadIbeenabletoofferhimtheGoldenFleeceandtheGarter."

           "Well,sincewearenottositdowntotable,"saidDebray,"takeaglassofsherry,andtellusallaboutit."

           "YouallknowthatIhadthefancyofgoingtoAfrica."

           "Itisaroadyourancestorshavetracedforyou,"saidAlbertgallantly.

           "Yes?butIdoubtthatyourobjectwasliketheirstorescuetheHolySepulchre."

           "Youarequiteright,Beauchamp,"observedtheyoungaristocrat."Itwasonlytofightasanamateur.Icannotbearduellingsincetwoseconds,whomIhadchosentoarrangeanaffair,forcedmetobreakthearmofoneofmybestfriends,onewhomyouallknowpoorFranzd’Epinay."

           "Ah,true,"saidDebray,"youdidfightsometimeago;aboutwhat?"

           "Thedeviltakeme,ifIremember,"returnedChateau–Renaud."ButIrecollectperfectlyonething,that,beingunwillingtoletsuchtalentsasminesleep,IwishedtotryupontheArabsthenewpistolsthathadbeengiventome.InconsequenceIembarkedforOran,andwentfromthencetoConstantine,whereIarrivedjustintimetowitnesstheraisingofthesiege.Iretreatedwiththerest,foreightandfortyhours.

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