I knew it must be the first time I went to Morel to say that I meant to come to you one minute earlier than others. Julius Emmanuel Eirto, I apologize to you with all my heart. It’s beautiful here, but tell me, count, do you take care of my horse?
Don’t worry, dear Maximilian, they know what to do.
I mean, it has to wander. Oh, don’t you see how fast it runs like a gust of wind?
I can imagine that it is a horse worth 5,000 francs after all, said Monte Cristo’s loving father to his son.
Do you regret it? asked Morrel and laughed heartily.
Of course I don’t. The count replied that it was true that the horse was not good, but I should regret it
Very well, Mr. Chateau-Renaud, Mr. Debray is a minister. Mr. Machado-Renaud of Arabia is one of the best riders in France, but I left them all behind. They followed Teng Ralph’s men and she always galloped at ten miles an hour.
So they are right behind you? asked Monte Cristo.
Look, here they come. At this moment, I saw two horses with air in their noses, pulling a carriage accompanied by two gentlemen riding horses. The carriage arrived at the open gate until it stopped at the front of the steps. Behind it, Debray, the two gentlemen riding horses, put his foot in front of the car door. He reached out to the baroness and held his hand. When she got on the handrail, Monte Cristo realized that nothing could escape the count’s eyes. He noticed that a small piece of paper was stuffed from Danglars’ hand. The minister’s secret hand is extremely skillful. This movement is often done by Madame Danglars. Later, the banker saw that he was very pale, as if he had come from a grave instead of a carriage. Madame Danglars looked around quickly and inquiringly. Monte Cristo could understand the meaning of this eye. She hugged the vestibular colonnade in her eyes, then suppressed her heart and kept her face from turning white. She walked up the steps and said to Morrel, You are my friend. I want to ask you if you would like to sell me your horse.
Morrel smiled extremely hard and turned to Monte Cristo as if begging him to save himself, like an earl, until he understood what he meant. Madam, he said, why did you ask me this?
It is unnecessary to answer to your baroness, because it is certain to get a fake m. morrel, and so is it.
Unfortunately, the count replied, m. morrel can’t give up his horse to keep his reputation close. I am a witness
How come?
He made a bet that he would train Medea in six months. You see now, if he sold it before that time limit, he wouldn’t lose the bet, and people would say that he was timid. A brave cavalry captain could never stand this, that is, to satisfy a beautiful woman’s wish. Of course, I also think that satisfying a beautiful woman’s wish is the most sacred thing in the world.
You know my situation, said Madame Morrel, and smiled gratefully at the count.
If you ask me, Danglars said that although he barely smiled, he still couldn’t hide his rude tone. You have enough horses.
Madame Danglars rarely let go of such words easily, but the young people were surprised that this time she pretended not to hear anything and said nothing. Monte Cristo smiled and showed her two huge porcelain vases, which were covered with fine marine plants. Obviously, they were not artificially added. The baroness was very surprised. She said, you can plant all the chestnut trees in Tuileries there. How did you make such a big porcelain vase?
Ah, ma ‘am, Monte Cristo replied, we can answer this question, because our generation will make some small decorative glass gauze, which is an antique and the essence of water and soil.
What dynasty was this?
I don’t know. I heard that an emperor in China built a kiln and burned twelve such porcelain vases in this cellar. Two of them were broken because of too much firepower, and the other ten were sunk to a depth of 200 feet. The Caspian Sea understood people’s requirements for her because seaweed covered them, and corals surrounded their shells to adhere to them. These ten porcelain vases lay in that almost unfathomable underwater world for two hundred years. Later, due to a revolution, they were removed. I thought that the emperor left some documents to prove that porcelain vases were made and sank to the bottom of the sea. After 200 years, people found those documents, so they thought of picking up those porcelain vases. They specially sent people to dive into the bottom of the sunken bottle to look for them, but three of the ten were left, and the rest were broken by the waves. I am very sorry that these porcelain vases may have been stared at by ferocious monsters, and several small fish once slept in them to escape the predators.
At this time, Danglars was not interested in these strange things. He mechanically tore an orange tree with flowers one by one. He tore up the orange flowers again, but this thing was not as easy to tear as an orange tree. He was stabbed badly. He couldn’t help shivering and wiped his eyes as if he had just woken up from a dream.
Monte Cristo said to him, I dare not recommend my paintings to you because you are so precious, but here are some paintings worth seeing: one or two Hobbima, one Paul Porter, one Mieris, two Kirat, one Raphael, one Van Dyke, one Jubaland and two or three Murilos.
Take your time, Debray said. I know the painting Hobbima.
Ah Zhen
Someone once sold it to the museum.
I don’t believe there is this picture in the museum, said Monte Cristo.
No, they wouldn’t buy it.
What asked Chateau-Renaud?
Don’t pretend you don’t know because the government has no money.