and Monte-Cristo turned away to conceal the expression of pity which passed over his features, but which was gone in a moment.
"We shall go together, shall we not?" said Albert to the count.
"If you like," replied the latter.
Albert could not understand the banker's look, and turning to Monte-Cristo, who understood it perfectly,―"Did you see," said he, "how he looked at me?"
"Yes," said the count; "but did you think there was anything particular in his look?"
"Indeed, I did; and what does he mean by his news from Greece?"
"How can I tell you?"
"Because I imagine you have correspondents in that country."
Monte-Cristo smiled significantly.
"Stop," said Albert, "here he comes. I shall compliment Mademoiselle Danglars on her cameo, while the father talks to you."
"If you compliment her at all, let it be on her voice, at least," said Monte-Cristo.
"No, every one would do that."
"My dear viscount, you are dreadfully impertinent."
Albert advanced toward Eugénie, smiling.
Meanwhile, Danglars, stooping to Monte-Cristo's ear,―"Your advice was excellent," said he; "there is a whole history connected with the names Fernand and Janina."
"Indeed!" said Monte-Cristo.
"Yes, I will tell you all; but take away the young man; I cannot endure his presence."
"He is going with me. Shall I send the father to you?"
"Immediately."
"Very well."
The count made a sign to Albert; they bowed to the ladies, and took their leave,―Albert perfectly indifferent to Mademoiselle Danglars's contempt, Monte-Cristo reiterating his advice to Madame Danglars on the prudence a banker's wife should exercise in providing for the future.
Cavalcanti remained master of the field.
