"And the beautiful Vasiliki."
"And your slave?"
"Ma foi! yes."
"But how did she become so?"
"Why, I bought her one day as I was passing through the market at Constantinople."
"Wonderful! With you, count, one does not live, but dream. Now, I am perhaps going to make an imprudent request, but?"
"Say on."
"But, since you go out with Haydée, and sometimes even take her to the Opera"
"Well?"
"I think I may venture to ask you this favor."
"You may venture to ask me anything."
"Well, then, my dear count, present me to your princess."
"I will do so; but on two conditions."
"I accept them at once."
"The first is, that you will never tell any one that I have granted the interview."
"Very well," said Albert, extending his hand; "I swear I will not."
"The second is, that you will not tell her that your father ever served hers."
"I swear to that too!"
"Enough, viscount; you will remember those two vows, will you not? But I know you to be a man of honor."
The count again struck the gong. Ali re-appeared. "Tell Haydée," said he, "that I will take coffee with her, and give her to understand that I desire permission to present one of my friends to her."
Ali bowed and left the room.
"Now, understand me," said the count, "no direct questions, my dear Morcerf; if you wish to know anything, tell me, and I will ask her."
"Agreed."
Ali re-appeared for the third time, and drew back the tapestried hanging which concealed the door, to signify to his master and Albert that they were at liberty to pass on.
"Let us go in," said Monte-Cristo.
Albert passed his hand through his hair, and curled his mustache, and followed the count into the room, the latter having previously resumed his hat and gloves. Ali was stationed as a kind of advanced guard, and the door was kept by the three French femmes-de-chambre, commanded by Myrtho.
Haydée was awaiting her visitors in the first room, which was the drawing-room. Her large eyes were dilated with surprise, for it was the
