in the most awkward manner possible. Therefore, if you part with M. Baptistin, give me the refusal of him.”
“By all means.”
“That is not all; give my compliments to your illustrious Luccanese, Cavalcante of the Cavalcanti; and if by any chance he should be wishing to establish his son, find him a wife very rich, very noble on her mother’s side at least, and a baroness in right of her father, I will help you in the search.”
“Ah, ha; you will do as much as that, will you?”
“Yes.”
“Well, really, nothing is certain in this world.”
“Oh, count, what a service you might render me! I should like you a hundred times better if, by your intervention, I could manage to remain a bachelor, even were it only for ten years.”
“Nothing is impossible,” gravely replied Monte Cristo; and taking leave of Albert, he returned into the house, and struck the gong three times. Bertuccio appeared.
“Monsieur Bertuccio, you understand that I intend entertaining company on Saturday at Auteuil.”
Bertuccio slightly started.
“I shall require your services to see that all be properly arranged. It is a beautiful house, or at all events may be made so.”
“There must be a good deal done before it can deserve that title, your excellency, for the tapestried hangings are very old.”