orchestra is too noisy. To sleep after the manner I speak of, absolute calm and silence are necessary, and then a certain preparation—”
“I know—the famous hashish!”
“Precisely. So, my dear viscount, whenever you wish to be regaled with music come and sup with me.”
“I have already enjoyed that treat when breakfasting with you,” said Morcerf.
“Do you mean at Rome?”
“I do.”
“Ah, then, I suppose you heard Haydée’s guzla; the poor exile frequently beguiles a weary hour in playing over to me the airs of her native land.”
Morcerf did not pursue the subject, and Monte Cristo himself fell into a silent reverie.
The bell rang at this moment for the rising of the curtain.
“You will excuse my