2 o’clock
Send it at twelve o’clock, Danglars said with a smile
Mr. Boveri stopped talking about nodding and picked up the portfolio.
Now that I remember, you can do better, said Danglars.
what to say
Mr. Monte Cristo is equivalent to money. Take it to Rothschild or Ladd Bank, and they will cash it for you immediately.
Any payment documents can be cashed in Rome.
Of course, you just have to pay interest of five thousandths or six thousandths.
The master took a step back in fear. No, he said, I’d rather wait until the sky is out of your mind
I, Danglars, said rashly that I would fill it.
Ah, the Lord said
If that’s the case, then he made some sacrifices
Thank you, Mr. Di Boveri, for saying
Then will you wait until the day, my dear Lord?
Yes, but won’t you stand me up again?
Ah, you’re kidding. Send someone at twelve o’clock on the day. I’ll notify the bank first.
I’ll come and get it myself
That’s great. Then I’ll be lucky to meet you. They shook hands.
By the way, Mr. Beauveria said that I met the poor Miss Villefort on my way here. Aren’t you going to see him off?
No, the banker said that after Benedetto’s incident, I seemed to be the laughing stock of others, and I didn’t show my face
How can you blame you for making a mistake about that?
Look, when a person loses his unspoiled reputation like me, he is always a little sensitive.
Everyone will sympathize with you, especially Miss Danglars.
Poor Eugenie Danglars said, Do you know that she is going to enter the monastery?
Alas, it was unfortunate, but it was true. The day after it happened, she left Paris with a nun she knew. They had gone to Italy or Spain to find an unconventional monastery.
Oh, that’s terrible. Mr. Beauveria went to Danglars with such a sympathetic sigh, so he made a very expressive gesture and shouted, "Fools have seen Frederic play Robmark spanlasssjj. Robmark performed a play in Paris around 134. Only one can imagine what this gesture means, and then he put Monte Cristo in a small wallet and said, Well, come at twelve o’clock. By then, I would have left him, locked the door of the room, put his drawer together, burned some documents, and left it there to pile up and then wrote a letter."
I went to put it on her desk tonight, he whispered. Finally, he took a passport from the drawer and said it would be valid for two months.
Chapter 15 Cemetery
Mr. Beauveria did meet Valentine on the way to the last night. It was cloudy and cloudy, and a cold wind blew through the branches, and the yellow leaves were scattered among the crowds crowded with the road. Mr. Villefort was a complete Parisian. He thought that the cemetery of Father Lachez deserved to accept the body of a Parisian family member and the soul could rest in peace there. He bought a permanent cemetery there, and soon it was occupied by his family. The tombstone was engraved with the family of Villefort in San Milano because it was poor. Lang Tina’s mother’s last wish was that the solemn funeral procession would go from Saint Honore Road to Father Lachez’s cemetery. The procession crossed the downtown Paris, crossed the Temple Road, and then left the suburban road to reach the cemetery. At the beginning, there were more than 30 lost cars, more than 50 private carriages followed by more than 500 pedestrians. Finally, this group of people were young men and women. Valentine’s death was suspected to be a bolt from the blue for them. Although the weather was gloomy and cold, it could not stop people from sending that beautiful, pure and lovely aunt who died in this year. When Niang was leaving Paris, suddenly a carriage sped by four horses. The man in the carriage was the Count of Monte Cristo. When Chateau-Renaud saw him, he immediately came and went from his carriage. Beauchamp also walked away from him in that light carriage. The count looked carefully in the crowd and he was obviously looking for someone. Where is Morel? He asked any of you, do you know where he is?
We have already asked this question during our mourning, and Chateau-Renaud said that because we have never seen him.
Without saying a word, the count continued to look around at the funeral procession and arrived at the cemetery. Monte Cristo’s keen eyes suddenly looked into the trees, and soon his anxious expression disappeared because he saw a figure passing by the yew tree and recognized it as the one he was looking for.
In this luxurious metropolis, people must know the funeral situation. The crowd was scattered in the white pyramid-shaped mound, and there was silence in the world. Then the bamboo fence around the tombstone occasionally broke to break the silence, and then the priest was depressed and monotonous. From time to time, a woman sobbed. Monte Cristo noticed that the figure quickly went around Abila’s mourning green silk spanlasssjj, which refers to the French theologian Abila 1791142. He fell in love with a girl, Ai green silk, and went behind the grave to a chariot and horse. Several servants died next to their heads and arrived at the designated tomb together. People’s attention was focused on the figure in the tomb. Monte Cristo paid attention to the figure. The count walked twice to see if he had cut the man with a weapon hidden under his clothes. When the funeral procession stopped, he could see that the man was Morrel. The black gift button was buckled until his face was pale and convulsed. His fingers clung to the hat and leaned against a tree where he could see the grave. Everything went on as usual. Some people who were hard to be emotional published. Some speeches expressed sympathy for the death and premature death, and talked about some very wise people about their father’s sadness about Kan Kan. They also said that the young girl had pleaded with her father several times and begged him to forgive those criminals who were about to be punished by law until they exhausted their rich words.
Monte Cristo heard nothing, saw nothing or spoke accurately. He noticed Morrel Morrel’s calm attitude, and those who knew what was on his mind could not help but be extremely worried.
Look at Beauchamp, point to Morrel and tell Debray what he is doing there.
He is so pale, said Chateau-Renaud, and he couldn’t help shivering.
He caught a cold, Debray said
It’s not Chateau-Renaud, he said slowly. I think he must be very upset. He has always been very sentimental.
