During the meal, which was excellent, and admirably served, Franz looked repeatedly at Albert, in order to observe the impressions which he doubted not had been made on him by the words of their entertainer; but whether with his usual carelessness he had paid but little attention to him, whether the explanation of the Count of Monte Cristo with regard to duelling had satisfied him, or whether the events which Franz knew of had had their effect on him alone, he remarked that his companion did not pay the least regard to them, but on the contrary ate like a man who for the last four or five months had been condemned to partake of Italian cookery -- that is, the worst in the world.
You must excuse us, count," returned Franz, "but we have still much to do.
But I warn you, you will lose a very curious sight," returned the count.
Ah, yes" returned the count, "I know who he is, gentlemen; will you return to the salon?
Well," asked Franz, "what think you of the Count of Monte Cristo?
Such was Albert's opinion of the count, and as Franz well knew that Albert professed never to form an opinion except upon long reflection, he made no attempt to change it.
Ah," replied he, sighing, "that is not very surprising; I have been more than a year absent from Paris, and my clothes are of a most antiquated cut; the count takes me for a provincial.
The man in the mantle had kept his promise to the Transteverin, and there could now be no doubt that he was the count.
Sir Percival had recovered his equanimity, and had come back while we were listening to the Count.
But I don't see why Count Fosco should celebrate the victory of the criminal over Society with so much exultation, or why you, Sir Percival, should applaud him so loudly for doing it.
The Count laughed inwardly and silently, and two of the white mice in his waistcoat, alarmed by the internal convulsion going on beneath them, darted out in a violent hurry, and scrambled into their cage again.
Pray allow the Count to proceed," said Madame Fosco, with stern civility.
Be good enough to go on, Count," said his wife, with a spiteful reference to myself.
He got up, put the cage on the table, and paused for a moment to count the mice in it.
said the Count, catching him nervously by the collar with one hand, and pointing with the other to the place near which he had found the mouse.