“No, you will be deprived of that pleasure; her position in the count’s establishment is not sufficiently understood.”
“Wait; leave me here, and go and speak to Madame de Villefort, who is trying to attract your attention.”
Albert bowed to Madame Danglars, and advanced towards Madame de Villefort, whose lips opened as he approached.
“I wager anything,” said Albert, interrupting her, “that I know what you were about to say.”
“Well, what is it?”
“If I guess rightly, will you confess it?”
“Yes.”
“On your honor?”
“On my honor.”
“You were going to ask me if the Count of Monte Cristo had arrived, or was expected.”
“Not at all. It is not of him that I am now thinking. I was going to ask you if you had received any news of Monsieur Franz.”
“Yes—yesterday.”
“What did he tell you?”
“That he was leaving at the same time as his letter.”
“Well, now then, the count?”