"On the contrary, speak to me always in the same strain about him.*
"That is enough. Apropos, when do you expect M. d'Epinay?"
"Five or six days hence at the latest."
"And when is he to be married?"
"Immediately on the arrival of M. and Mme. de St. Meran."
"Bring him to see me. Although you say I do not like him, I assure you I shall be happy to see him."
"I will obey your orders."
"Good-bye."
"Until Saturday, when I may expect you, may I not?"
"Yes, I promised you." The count watched Albert, waving his hand to him.
When he had mounted his phaeton, Monte-Cristo turned, and seeing Bertuccio, "What news?" said he.
"She went to the Palais," replied the steward.
"Did she stay long there?"
"An hour and a half."
"Did she return home?"
"Directly."
"Well, my dear Bertuccio," said the count, "I now advise you to go in quest of the little estate I spoke to you of in Normandy." Bertuccio bowed, and as his wishes were in perfect harmony with the order he had received, he started the same evening.
