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    CHAPTER 68
    A Summer Ball.

    The same day during the interview between Madame Danglars
    and the procureur, a travelling-carriage entered the Rue du
    Helder, passed through the gateway of No. 27, and stopped in
    the yard. In a moment the door was opened, and Madame de
    Morcerf alighted, leaning on her son's arm. Albert soon left
    her, ordered his horses, and having arranged his toilet,
    drove to the Champs Elysees, to the house of Monte Cristo.
    The count received him with his habitual smile. It was a
    strange thing that no one ever appeared to advance a step in
    that man's favor. Those who would, as it were, force a
    passage to his heart, found an impassable barrier. Morcerf,
    who ran towards him with open arms, was chilled as he drew
    near, in spite of the friendly smile, and simply held out
    his hand. Monte Cristo shook it coldly, according to his
    invariable practice. "Here I am, dear count."

    "Welcome home again."

    "I arrived an hour since."

    "From Dieppe?"

    "No, from Treport."

    "Indeed?"

    "And I have come at once to see you."

    "That is extremely kind of you," said Monte Cristo with a
    tone of perfect indifference.

    "And what is the news?"

    "You should not ask a stranger, a foreigner, for news."

    "I know it, but in asking for news, I mean, have you done
    anything for me?"

    "Had you commissioned me?" said Monte Cristo, feigning
    uneasiness.

    "Come, come," said Albert, "do not assume so much
    indifference. It is said, sympathy travels rapidly, and when
    at Treport, I felt the electric shock; you have either been
    working for me or thinking of me."

    "Possibly," said Monte Cristo, "I have indeed thought of
    you, but the magnetic wire I was guiding acted, indeed,
    without my knowledge."

    "Indeed? Pray tell me how it happened?"

    "Willingly. M. Danglars dined with me."

    "I know it; to avoid meeting him, my mother and I left
    town."

    "But he met here M. Andrea Cavalcanti."

    "Your Italian prince?"

    "Not so fast; M. Andrea only calls himself count."

    "Calls himself, do you say?"

    "Yes, calls himself."

    "Is he not a count?"

    "What can I know of him? He calls himself so. I, of course,
    give him the same title, and every one else does likewise."

    "What a strange man you are! What next? You say M. Danglars
    dined here?"

    "Yes, with Count Cavalcanti, the marquis his father, Madame
    Danglars, M. and Madame de Villefort, -- charming people, --
    M. Debray, Maximilian Morrel, and M. de Chateau-Renaud."

    "Did they speak of me?"

    "Not a word."

    "So much the worse."

    "Why so? I thought you wished them to forget you?"

    "If they did not speak of me, I am sure they thought about
    me, and I am in despair."

    "How will that affect you, since Mademoiselle Danglars was
    not among the number here who thought of you? Truly, she
    might have thought of you at home."

    "I have no fear of that; or, if she did, it was only in the
    same way in which I think of her."

    "Touching sympathy! So you hate each other?" said the count.

    "Listen," said Morcerf -- "if Mademoiselle Danglars were
    disposed to take pity on my supposed martyrdom on her
    account, and would dispense with all matrimonial formalities
    between our two families, I am ready to agree to the
    arrangement. In a word, Mademoiselle Danglars would make a
    charming mistress -- but a wife -- diable!"

    "And this," said Monte Cristo, "is your opinion of your
    intended spouse?"

    "Yes; it is rather unkind, I acknowledge, but it is true.
    But as this dream cannot be realized, since Mademoiselle
    Danglars must become my lawful wife, live perpetually with
    me, sing to me, compose verses and music within ten paces of
    me, and that for my whole life, it frightens me. One may
    forsake a mistress, but a wife, -- good heavens! There she
    must always be; and to marry Mademoiselle Danglars would be
    awful."

    "You are difficult to please, viscount."

    "Yes, for I often wish for what is impossible."

    "What is that?"

    "To find such a wife as my father found." Monte Cristo
    turned pale, and looked at Albert, while playing with some
    magnificent pistols.

    "Your father was fortunate, then?" said he.

    "You know my opinion of my mother, count; look at her, --
    still beautiful, witty, more charming than ever. For any
    other son to have stayed with his mother for four days at
    Treport, it would have been a condescension or a martyrdom,
    while I return, more contented, more peaceful -- shall I say
    more poetic! -- than if I had taken Queen Mab or Titania as
    my companion."

    "That is an overwhelming demonstration, and you would make
    every one vow to live a single life."

    "Such are my reasons for not liking to marry Mademoiselle
    Danglars. Have you ever noticed how much a thing is
    heightened in value when we obtain possession of it? The
    diamond which glittered in the window at Marle's or Fossin's
    shines with more splendor when it is our own; but if we are
    compelled to acknowledge the superiority of another, and
    still must retain the one that is inferior, do you not know
    what we have to endure?"

    "Worldling," murmured the count.

    "Thus I shall rejoice when Mademoiselle Eugenie perceives I
    am but a pitiful atom, with scarcely as many hundred
    thousand francs as she has millions." Monte Cristo smiled.
    "One plan occurred to me," continued Albert; "Franz likes
    all that is eccentric; I tried to make him fall in love with
    Mademoiselle Danglars; but in spite of four letters, written
    in the most alluring style, he invariably answered: 'My
    eccentricity may be great, but it will not make me break my
    promise.'"

    "That is what I call devoted friendship, to recommend to
    another one whom you would not marry yourself." Albert
    smiled. -- "Apropos," continued he, "Franz is coming soon,
    but it will not interest you; you dislike him, I think?"

    "I?" said Monte Cristo; "my dear Viscount, how have you
    discovered that I did not like M. Franz! I like every one."

    "And you include me in the expression every one -- many
    thanks!"

    "Let us not mistake," said Monte Cristo; "I love every one
    as God commands us to love our neighbor, as Christians; but
    I thoroughly hate but a few. Let us return to M. Franz
    d'Epinay. Did you say he was coming?"

    "Yes; summoned by M. de Villefort, who is apparently as
    anxious to get Mademoiselle Valentine married as M. Danglars
    is to see Mademoiselle Eugenie settled. It must be a very
    irksome office to be the father of a grown-up daughter; it
    seems to make one feverish, and to raise one's pulse to
    ninety beats a minute until the deed is done."

    "But M. d'Epinay, unlike you, bears his misfortune
    patiently."

    "Still more, he talks seriously about the matter, puts on a
    white tie, and speaks of his family. He entertains a very
    high opinion of M. and Madame de Villefort."

    "Which they deserve, do they not?"

    "I believe they do. M. de Villefort has always passed for a
    severe but a just man."

    "There is, then, one," said Monte Cristo, "whom you do not
    condemn like poor Danglars?"

    "Because I am not compelled to marry his daughter perhaps,"
    replied Albert, laughing.

    "Indeed, my dear sir," said Monte Cristo, "you are
    revoltingly foppish."

    "I foppish? how do you mean?"

    "Yes; pray take a cigar, and cease to defend yourself, and
    to struggle to escape marrying Mademoiselle Danglars. Let
    things take their course; perhaps you may not have to
    retract."

    "Bah," said Albert, staring.

    "Doubtless, my dear viscount, you will not be taken by
    force; and seriously, do you wish to break off your
    engagement?"

    "I would give a hundred thousand francs to be able to do
    so."

    "Then make yourself quite easy. M. Danglars would give
    double that sum to attain the same end."

    "Am I, indeed, so happy?" said Albert, who still could not
    prevent an almost imperceptible cloud passing across his
    brow. "But, my dear count, has M. Danglars any reason?"

    "Ah, there is your proud and selfish nature. You would
    expose the self-love of another with a hatchet, but you
    shrink if your own is attacked with a needle."

    "But yet M. Danglars appeared" --

    "Delighted with you, was he not? Well, he is a man of bad
    taste, and is still more enchanted with another. I know not
    whom; look and judge for yourself."

    "Thank you, I understand. But my mother -- no, not my
    mother; I mistake -- my father intends giving a ball."

    "A ball at this season?"

    "Summer balls are fashionable."

    "If they were not, the countess has only to wish it, and
    they would become so."

    "You are right; You know they are select affairs; those who
    remain in Paris in July must be true Parisians. Will you
    take charge of our invitation to Messieurs Cavalcanti?"

    "When will it take place?"

    "On Saturday."

    "M. Cavalcanti's father will be gone."

    "But the son will be here; will you invite young M.
    Cavalcanti?"

    "I do not know him, viscount."

    "You do not know him?"

    "No, I never saw him until a few days since, and am not
    responsible for him."

    "But you receive him at your house?"

    "That is another thing: he was recommended to me by a good
    abbe, who may be deceived. Give him a direct invitation, but
    do not ask me to present him. If he were afterwards to marry
    Mademoiselle Danglars, you would accuse me of intrigue, and
    would be challenging me, -- besides, I may not be there
    myself."

    "Where?"

    "At your ball."

    "Why should you not be there?"

    "Because you have not yet invited me."

    "But I come expressly for that purpose."

    "You are very kind, but I may be prevented."

    "If I tell you one thing, you will be so amiable as to set
    aside all impediments."

    "Tell me what it is."

    "My mother begs you to come."

    "The Comtesse de Morcerf?" said Monte Cristo, starting.

    "Ah, count," said Albert, "I assure you Madame de Morcerf
    speaks freely to me, and if you have not felt those
    sympathetic fibres of which I spoke just now thrill within
    you, you must be entirely devoid of them, for during the
    last four days we have spoken of no one else."

    "You have talked of me?"

    "Yes, that is the penalty of being a living puzzle!"

    "Then I am also a puzzle to your mother? I should have
    thought her too reasonable to be led by imagination."

    "A problem, my dear count, for every one -- for my mother as
    well as others; much studied, but not solved, you still
    remain an enigma, do not fear. My mother is only astonished
    that you remain so long unsolved. I believe, while the
    Countess G---- takes you for Lord Ruthven, my mother
    imagines you to be Cagliostro or the Count Saint-Germain.
    The first opportunity you have, confirm her in her opinion;
    it will be easy for you, as you have the philosophy of the
    one and the wit of the other."

    "I thank you for the warning," said the count; "I shall
    endeavor to be prepared for all suppositions."

    "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. We shall try to
    persuade the great d'Aguesseau,* M. de Villefort, to come,
    but have not much hope of seeing him."

    "'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."

    "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. "I have one
    thing to reproach myself with," said he, stopping Albert on
    the steps. "What is it?"

    "I have spoken to you indiscreetly about Danglars."

    "On the contrary, speak to me always in the same strain
    about him."

    "I am glad to be reassured on that point. Apropos, when do
    you aspect M. d'Epinay?"

    "Five or six days hence at the latest."

    "And when is he to be married?"

    "Immediately on the arrival of M. and Madame de
    Saint-Meran."

    "Bring him to see me. Although you say I do not like him, I
    assure you I shall be happy to see him."

    "I will obey your orders, my lord."

    "Good-by."

    "Until Saturday, when I may expect you, may I not?"

    "Yes, I promised you." The Count watched Albert, waving his
    hand to him. When he had mounted his phaeton, Monte Cristo
    turned, and seeing Bertuccio, "What news?" said he. "She
    went to the Palais," replied the steward.

    "Did she stay long there?"

    "An hour and a half."

    "Did she return home?"

    "Directly."

    "Well, my dear Bertuccio," said the count, "I now advise you
    to go in quest of the little estate I spoke to you of in
    Normandy." Bertuccio bowed, and as his wishes were in
    perfect harmony with the order he had received, he started
    the same evening.
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