书城公版The Count of Monte Cristo
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"Well, then, did he ask you, `Who is M.Albert de Morcerf?

how does he come by his name -- his fortune? what are his means of existence? what is his birthplace! of what country is he a native?' Tell me, did he put all these questions to you?""I confess he asked me none."

"No; he merely came and freed me from the hands of Signor Vampa, where, I can assure you, in spite of all my outward appearance of ease and unconcern, I did not very particularly care to remain.Now, then, Franz, when, for services so promptly and unhesitatingly rendered, he but asks me in return to do for him what is done daily for any Russian prince or Italian nobleman who may pass through Paris -- merely to introduce him into society -- would you have me refuse? My good fellow, you must have lost your senses to think it possible I could act with such cold-blooded policy." And this time it must be confessed that, contrary to the usual state of affairs in discussions between the young men, the effective arguments were all on Albert's side.

"Well," said Franz with a sigh, "do as you please my dear viscount, for your arguments are beyond my powers of refutation.Still, in spite of all, you must admit that this Count of Monte Cristo is a most singular personage.""He is a philanthropist," answered the other; "and no doubt his motive in visiting Paris is to compete for the Monthyon prize, given, as you are aware, to whoever shall be proved to have most materially advanced the interests of virtue and humanity.If my vote and interest can obtain it for him, Iwill readily give him the one and promise the other.And now, my dear Franz, let us talk of something else.Come, shall we take our luncheon, and then pay a last visit to St.

Peter's?" Franz silently assented; and the following afternoon, at half-past five o'clock, the young men parted.

Albert de Morcerf to return to Paris, and Franz d'Epinay to pass a fortnight at Venice.But, ere he entered his travelling carriage, Albert, fearing that his expected guest might forget the engagement he had entered into, placed in the care of a waiter at the hotel a card to be delivered to the Count of Monte Cristo, on which, beneath the name of Vicomte Albert de Morcerf, he had written in pencil -- "27, Rue du Helder, on the 21st May, half-past ten A.M."