THE COUNT OF MONTE-CRISTO.
235
"One minute!" cried Albert, without giving Monte-Cristo the time to reply. "Take care, you are going to immure a traveler, Sindbad the Sailor, a man who comes to see Paris; you are going to make a patriarch of him."
"Oh, no," said Morrel; "my sister is five-and-twenty, my brother-in-law is thirty; they are gay, young, and happy; besides, M. le Comte will be in his own house, and only see them when he thinks fit to do so."
"Thanks, monsieur," said Monte-Cristo; "I shall content myself with being presented to your sister and her husband, if you will do me the