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Updated: May 12, 2025
Are you not the Lieutenant Fernand who served as guide and spy to the French army in Spain? Are you not the Captain Fernand who betrayed, sold, and murdered his benefactor, Ali? And have not all these Fernands, united, made Lieutenant-General, the Count of Morcerf, peer of France?"
Inside the cup was a small piece of paper, on which were written these words 'From Lord Ruthven to Countess G ." "Precisely; I was sure of it," said Morcerf. "Sure of what?" "That the owner of the horse was Lord Ruthven himself." "What Lord Ruthven do you mean?" "Why, our Lord Ruthven the Vampire of the Salle Argentino!" "Is it possible?" exclaimed the countess; "is he here in Paris?"
Spero, tired out by the fatigues of the day, had fallen asleep, and the father often gazed with pleasure at the finely chiselled face. How many dreams and hopes rested on this son! Yes, when he gazed at Spero, he had to confess that he had dealt too harshly with Morcerf. If he had been a father at that time, he would have hesitated before he had carried out his plan of vengeance.
"You have been free to choose your career," observed the Count of Morcerf, with a sigh; "and you have chosen the path strewed with flowers." "Precisely, monsieur," replied Monte Cristo with one of those smiles that a painter could never represent or a physiologist analyze.
For example, look at the puritanical procureur, who has just lost his daughter, and in fact nearly all his family, in so singular a manner; Morcerf dishonored and dead; and then myself covered with ridicule through the villany of Benedetto; besides" "Besides what?" asked the Count. "Alas, do you not know?" "What new calamity?" "My daughter" "Mademoiselle Danglars?" "Eugenie has left us!"
"That is very well before one is over forty. No, I do not dance, but I like to see others do so. Does Madame de Morcerf dance?" "Never; you can talk to her, she so delights in your conversation." "Indeed?" "Yes, truly; and I assure you. You are the only man of whom I have heard her speak with interest." Albert rose and took his hat; the count conducted him to the door.
"You will, then, come on Saturday?" "Yes, since Madame de Morcerf invites me." "You are very kind." "Will M. Danglars be there?" "He has already been invited by my father. "'Never despair of anything, says the proverb." * Magistrate and orator of great eloquence chancellor of France under Louis XV. "Do you dance, count?" "I dance?" "Yes, you; it would not be astonishing."
"Certainly," said Monte Cristo, slightly shrugging his shoulders; "otherwise I would not fight with M. de Morcerf. I shall kill him I cannot help it. Only by a single line this evening at my house let me know the arms and the hour; I do not like to be kept waiting."
I had position, too, and I may say without egotism that I was honored by the best people of Paris!" He paused and drained another glass of brandy. "What were you?" asked Mange. Albert waited breathlessly for the answer to this question. "What was I?" repeated Bouche-de-Miel. "You may laugh, but I was a banker!" Morcerf could not avoid giving a start.
At eight o'clock all were in their places, and M. de Morcerf entered at the last stroke. He held some papers in his hand; his countenance was calm, and his step firm, and he was dressed with great care in his military uniform, which was buttoned completely up to the chin. His presence produced a good effect.
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