"With whom was my lord conversing a few minutes since?" asked she.
"With the Count de Morcerf," answered Monte-Cristo. "He served your illustrious father, and he owes his fortune to him!"
"Ah, traitor!" exclaimed Haydée; "he it was who sold him to the Turks, and the fortune was the price of his treachery! Knowest thou not that, my dear lord?"
"Something of this I heard in Epirus," said Monte-Cristo; "but the particulars are still unknown to me. You shall relate them to me, my child. They are, no doubt, curious."
"Yes, yes! but let us go hence, I beseech you. I feel as though it would kill me to remain longer near that man."
So saying, Haydée arose, and wrapping herself in her bournous of white cachemire embroidered with pearls and coral, she hastily quitted the box at the moment when the curtain was rising upon the fourth act.
"Do you observe," said the Countess G to Albert, who had returned to her side, "that man does nothing like other people? he listens most devoutly to the third act of Robert le Diable, and when the fourth begins, he goes away."
