"Ah, then, I suppose you heard Haidee's guzla; the poor exile frequently beguiles a weary hour in playing over to me the airs of her native land." Morcerf did not pursue the subject, and Monte Cristo himself fell into a silent reverie.The bell rang at this moment for the rising of the curtain."You will excuse my leaving you," said the count, turning in the direction of his box.
"What? Are you going?"
"Pray, say everything that is kind to Countess G---- on the part of her friend the Vampire.""And what message shall I convey to the baroness!""That, with her permission, I shall do myself the honor of paying my respects in the course of the evening."The third act had begun; and during its progress the Count of Morcerf, according to his promise, made his appearance in the box of Madame Danglars.The Count of Morcerf was not a person to excite either interest or curiosity in a place of public amusement; his presence, therefore, was wholly unnoticed, save by the occupants of the box in which he had just seated himself.The quick eye of Monte Cristo however, marked his coming; and a slight though meaning smile passed over his lips.Haidee, whose soul seemed centred in the business of the stage, like all unsophisticated natures, delighted in whatever addressed itself to the eye or ear.