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"My dear friend," said Monte Cristo, "you appear to be relating an adventure which we all know by heart I know the house where you heard it, or one very siarden, a master, a physician, and where there have been three unexpected and sudden deaths Well, I have not intercepted your confidence, and yet I know all that as well as you, and I have no conscientious scruples No, it does not concern el appears to have devoted that house to God's anger--well, who says your supposition is not reality? Do not notice things which those whose interest it is to see theer, which is walking through that house, Maximilian, turn away your face and let his justice acco mournful, solemn, and terrible in the count's ed a tone that no one would have supposed it was the saain?"
"It has returned, count," exclaimed Morrel; "that is why I hastened to you"
"Well, what do you wish ive information to the procureur?" Monte Cristo uttered the last words with soup, cried out, "You knohoood friend; and I will prove it to you by putting the dots to the 'i,' or rather by na in M de Villefort's garden; fro of Mada to M d'Avrigny about the death of M de Saint-Meran, and that no less surprising, of the countess M d'Avrigny said he believed they both proceeded fro your heart and sounding your conscience to know if you ought to expose or conceal this secret Why do you torment them? 'Conscience, what hast thou to do with me?' as Sterne said My dear fellow, let therow pale in their drowsiness, if they are disposed to do so, and pray do you rerief was depicted on Morrel's features; he seized Monte Cristo's hand "But it is beginning again, I say!"
"Well," said the Count, astonished at his perseverance, which he could not understand, and looking still ain,--it is like the house of the Atreidae; [] God has condemned them, and they must submit to their punishment They will all disappear, like the fabrics children build with cards, and which fall, one by one, under the breath of their builder, even if there are two hundred of them Three months since it was M de Saint-Meran; Madame de Saint-Meran two months since; the other day it was Barrois; to-day, the old Noirtier, or young Valentine"