said the count, “what will you take—a glass of sherry, port, or Alicante?”
“Alicante, if you please; it is my favorite wine.”
“I have some that is very good. You will take a biscuit with it, will you not?”
“Yes, I will take a biscuit, as you are so obliging.”
Monte Cristo rang; Baptistin appeared. The count advanced to meet him.
“Well?” said he in a low voice.
“The young man is here,” said the valet de chambre in the same tone.
“Into what room did you take him?”
“Into the blue drawing-room, according to your excellency’s orders.”