will be honored by an intimation of what time they will please to receive him.”
“Faith, Franz,” whispered Albert, “there is not much to find fault with here.”
“Tell the count,” replied Franz, “that we will do ourselves the pleasure of calling on him.”
The servant bowed and retired.
“That is what I call an elegant mode of attack,” said Albert. “You were quite correct in what you said, Signor Pastrini. The Count of Monte Cristo is unquestionably a man of first-rate breeding and knowledge of the world.”
“Then you accept his offer?” said the host.
“Of course we do,” replied Albert. “Still, I must own I am sorry to be obliged to give up the cart and the group of reapers—it would have produced such an effect! And were it not for the windows at the Palazzo Rospoli, by way of