minutes deposited them safely at No. 30. Monte Cristo took Albert into his study, and pointing to a seat, placed another for himself. > “Now let us talk the matter over quietly,” said the
“You see I am perfectly composed,” said Albert.
“With whom are you going to fight?”
“With Beauchamp.”
“One of your friends!”
“Of course; it is always with friends that one fights.”
“I suppose you have some cause of quarrel?”
“I have.”
“What has he done to you?”
“There appeared in his journal last night—but wait, and read for yourself.” And Albert handed over the paper to the count, who read as follows:
“A correspondent at Yanina informs us of a fact of which until now we