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"A second Pasta!" cried Château-Renaud, entering the stalls immediately on the descent of the curtain. "Heard you ever such a magnificent contralto?" "Saw you ever such a magnificent bust?" asked Beauchamp.
"Do; but make no treaty you understand me?" "You need not fear." Morrel advanced towards Beauchamp and Chateau-Renaud, who, seeing his intention, came to meet him. The three young men bowed to each other courteously, if not affably. "Excuse me, gentlemen," said Morrel, "but I do not see M. de Morcerf." "He sent us word this morning," replied Chateau-Renaud, "that he would meet us on the ground."
"All this is very extraordinary," said Chateau-Renaud; "still, what I admire the most, I confess, is the marvellous promptitude with which your orders are executed. Is it not true that you only bought this house five or six days ago?" "Certainly not longer." "Well, I am sure it is quite transformed since last week.
"I?" And into La Mothe's mind, as he stood silent after the startled ejaculation, there flooded significant, misunderstood hints dropped by the King in Valmy, and by Commines himself on the road to Château-Renaud, hints which had seemed to him meaningless in the memory of the little coat of mail which was the secret gift of a father's love. "I, the King's arm of justice?
"Thank you. We can get some refreshments now and pass the time until the Benedetto case comes up," said Chateau-Renaud. "If you desire to attend the trial, I will inform you when it's time," said the reporter, politely. "You are very kind," answered Beauchamp, as he departed with his friend. As they were leaving the corridor, Beauchamp nudged his companion lightly.
Beauchamp, just come?" cried Château-Renaud to his friend, as he entered. "By the grace of God, yes!" said the journalist. "What a night!" "What a throng of men and women say rather!" was the reply. "Very true. Who's here?" "Ask who's not here, and your question may be easily answered. All Paris is here!
The count looked attentively through every opening in the crowd; he was evidently watching for some one, but his search ended in disappointment. "Where is Morrel?" he asked; "do either of these gentlemen know where he is?" "We have already asked that question," said Chateau-Renaud, "for none of us has seen him." The count was silent, but continued to gaze around him.
"But Monte Cristo is not the only one I miss here; I do not see Morrel." "Morrel? Do they know him?" asked Chateau-Renaud. "I think he has only been introduced to Madame de Villefort." "Still, he ought to have been here," said Debray; "I wonder what will be talked about to-night; this funeral is the news of the day.
We were speaking of a suitable habitation for the Count of Monte Cristo. Come, gentlemen, let us all propose some place. Where shall we lodge this new guest in our great capital?" "Faubourg Saint-Germain," said Chateau-Renaud. "The count will find there a charming hotel, with a court and garden."
The soiling of clean hands spoken of by Commines on the road to Château-Renaud had begun. "Gain the girl and win the boy," whispered Villon as, with his hand upon La Mothe's arm, they walked up the room together, then aloud, "Monseigneur and Mademoiselle " "Monseigneur, if you please," interrupted the girl, but though she spoke to Villon her eyes were on La Mothe.
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