The Count of Monte Cristo + The Three Musketeers + The Man in the Iron Mask (3 Unabridged Classics). Alexandre Dumas

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СКАЧАТЬ and her husband, if you will do me the honor to introduce me; but I cannot accept the offer of any one of these gentlemen, since my habitation is already prepared.”

      “What,” cried Morcerf; “you are, then, going to an hotel — that will be very dull for you.”

      “Was I so badly lodged at Rome?” said Monte Cristo smiling.

      “Parbleu, at Rome you spent fifty thousand piastres in furnishing your apartments, but I presume that you are not disposed to spend a similar sum every day.”

      “It is not that which deterred me,” replied Monte Cristo; “but as I determined to have a house to myself, I sent on my valet de chambre, and he ought by this time to have bought the house and furnished it.”

      “But you have, then, a valet de chambre who knows Paris?” said Beauchamp.

      “It is the first time he has ever been in Paris. He is black, and cannot speak,” returned Monte Cristo.

      “It is Ali!” cried Albert, in the midst of the general surprise.

      “Yes, Ali himself, my Nubian mute, whom you saw, I think, at Rome.”

      “Certainly,” said Morcerf; “I recollect him perfectly. But how could you charge a Nubian to purchase a house, and a mute to furnish it? — he will do everything wrong.”

      “Undeceive yourself, monsieur,” replied Monte Cristo; “I am quite sure, that, on the contrary, he will choose everything as I wish. He knows my tastes, my caprices, my wants. He has been here a week, with the instinct of a hound, hunting by himself. He will arrange everything for me. He knew, that I should arrive to-day at ten o’clock; he was waiting for me at nine at the Barriere de Fontainebleau. He gave me this paper; it contains the number of my new abode; read it yourself,” and Monte Cristo passed a paper to Albert. “Ah, that is really original,” said Beauchamp.

      “And very princely,” added Chateau-Renaud.

      “What, do you not know your house?” asked Debray.

      “No,” said Monte Cristo; “I told you I did not wish to be behind my time; I dressed myself in the carriage, and descended at the viscount’s door.” The young men looked at each other; they did not know if it was a comedy Monte Cristo was playing, but every word he uttered had such an air of simplicity, that it was impossible to suppose what he said was false — besides, why should he tell a falsehood? “We must content ourselves, then,” said Beauchamp, “with rendering the count all the little services in our power. I, in my quality of journalist, open all the theatres to him.”

      “Thanks, monsieur,” returned Monte Cristo, “my steward has orders to take a box at each theatre.”

      “Is your steward also a Nubian?” asked Debray.

      “No, he is a countryman of yours, if a Corsican is a countryman of any one’s. But you know him, M. de Morcerf.”

      “Is it that excellent M. Bertuccio, who understands hiring windows so well?”

      “Yes, you saw him the day I had the honor of receiving you; he has been a soldier, a smuggler — in fact, everything. I would not be quite sure that he has not been mixed up with the police for some trifle — a stab with a knife, for instance.”

      “And you have chosen this honest citizen for your steward,” said Debray. “Of how much does he rob you every year?”

      “On my word,” replied the count, “not more than another. I am sure he answers my purpose, knows no impossibility, and so I keep him.”

      “Then,” continued Chateau-Renaud, “since you have an establishment, a steward, and a hotel in the Champs Elysees, you only want a mistress.” Albert smiled. He thought of the fair Greek he had seen in the count’s box at the Argentina and Valle theatres. “I have something better than that,” said Monte Cristo; “I have a slave. You procure your mistresses from the opera, the Vaudeville, or the Varietes; I purchased mine at Constantinople; it cost me more, but I have nothing to fear.”

      “But you forget,” replied Debray, laughing, “that we are Franks by name and franks by nature, as King Charles said, and that the moment she puts her foot in France your slave becomes free.”

      “Who will tell her?”

      “The first person who sees her.”

      “She only speaks Romaic.”

      “That is different.”

      “But at least we shall see her,” said Beauchamp, “or do you keep eunuchs as well as mutes?”

      “Oh, no,” replied Monte Cristo; “I do not carry brutalism so far. Every one who surrounds me is free to quit me, and when they leave me will no longer have any need of me or any one else; it is for that reason, perhaps, that they do not quit me.” They had long since passed to dessert and cigars.

      “My dear Albert,” said Debray, rising, “it is half-past two. Your guest is charming, but you leave the best company to go into the worst sometimes. I must return to the minister’s. I will tell him of the count, and we shall soon know who he is.”

      “Take care,” returned Albert; “no one has been able to accomplish that.”

      “Oh, we have three millions for our police; it is true they are almost always spent beforehand, but, no matter, we shall still have fifty thousand francs to spend for this purpose.”

      “And when you know, will you tell me?”

      “I promise you. Au revoir, Albert. Gentlemen, good morning.”

      As he left the room, Debray called out loudly, “My carriage.”

      “Bravo,” said Beauchamp to Albert; “I shall not go to the Chamber, but I have something better to offer my readers than a speech of M. Danglars.”

      “For heaven’s sake, Beauchamp,” returned Morcerf, “do not deprive me of the merit of introducing him everywhere. Is he not peculiar?”

      “He is more than that,” replied Chateau-Renaud; “he is one of the most extraordinary men I ever saw in my life. Are you coming, Morrel?”

      “Directly I have given my card to the count, who has promised to pay us a visit at Rue Meslay, No. 14.”

      “Be sure I shall not fail to do so,” returned the count, bowing. And Maximilian Morrel left the room with the Baron de Chateau-Renaud, leaving Monte Cristo alone with Morcerf.

      Chapter 41 The Presentation.

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      When Albert found himself alone with Monte Cristo, “My dear count,” said he, “allow me to commence my services as cicerone by showing you a specimen of a bachelor’s apartment. You, who are accustomed to the palaces of Italy, can amuse yourself by calculating in how many square feet a young man who is not the worst lodged in Paris can live. As we pass from one room to another, I will open the windows to let you breathe.” Monte Cristo had already seen the СКАЧАТЬ