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A Flurry in Stocks.

Some days after this meeting, Albert de Morcerf visited the Count of Monte Cristo at his house in the Champs Elysees, which had already assumed that palace-like appearance which the count's princely fortune enabled him to give even to his most temporary residences.He came to renew the thanks of Madame Danglars which had been already conveyed to the count through the medium of a letter, signed "Baronne Danglars, nee Hermine de Servieux." Albert was accompanied by Lucien Debray, who, joining in his friend's conversation, added some passing compliments, the source of which the count's talent for finesse easily enabled him to guess.He was convinced that Lucien's visit was due to a double feeling of curiosity, the larger half of which sentiment emanated from the Rue de la Chaussee d'Antin.In short, Madame Danglars, not being able personally to examine in detail the domestic economy and household arrangements of a man who gave away horses worth 30,000 francs and who went to the opera with a Greek slave wearing diamonds to the amount of a million of money, had deputed those eyes, by which she was accustomed to see, to give her a faithful account of the mode of life of this incomprehensible person.But the count did not appear to suspect that there could be the slightest connection between Lucien's visit and the curiosity of the baroness.

"You are in constant communication with the Baron Danglars?"the count inquired of Albert de Morcerf.

"Yes, count, you know what I told you?"

"All remains the same, then, in that quarter?""It is more than ever a settled thing," said Lucien, -- and, considering that this remark was all that he was at that time called upon to make, he adjusted the glass to his eye, and biting the top of his gold headed cane, began to make the tour of the apartment, examining the arms and the pictures.

"Ah," said Monte Cristo "I did not expect that the affair would be so promptly concluded.""Oh, things take their course without our assistance.While we are forgetting them, they are falling into their appointed order; and when, again, our attention is directed to them, we are surprised at the progress they have made towards the proposed end.My father and M.Danglars served together in Spain, my father in the army and M.Danglars in the commissariat department.It was there that my father, ruined by the revolution, and M.Danglars, who never had possessed any patrimony, both laid the foundations of their different fortunes.""Yes," said Monte Cristo "I think M.Danglars mentioned that in a visit which I paid him; and," continued he, casting a side-glance at Lucien, who was turning over the leaves of an album, "Mademoiselle Eugenie is pretty -- I think I remember that to be her name.""Very pretty, or rather, very beautiful," replied Albert, "but of that style of beauty which I do not appreciate; I am an ungrateful fellow.""You speak as if you were already her husband.""Ah," returned Albert, in his turn looking around to see what Lucien was doing.

"Really," said Monte Cristo, lowering his voice, "you do not appear to me to be very enthusiastic on the subject of this marriage.""Mademoiselle Danglars is too rich for me," replied Morcerf, "and that frightens me.""Bah," exclaimed Monte Cristo, "that's a fine reason to give.Are you not rich yourself?""My father's income is about 50,000 francs per annum; and he will give me, perhaps, ten or twelve thousand when I marry.""That, perhaps, might not be considered a large sum, in Paris especially," said the count; "but everything does not depend on wealth, and it is a fine thing to have a good name, and to occupy a high station in society.Your name is celebrated, your position magnificent; and then the Comte de Morcerf is a soldier, and it is pleasing to see the integrity of a Bayard united to the poverty of a Duguesclin;disinterestedness is the brightest ray in which a noble sword can shine.As for me, I consider the union with Mademoiselle Danglars a most suitable one; she will enrich you, and you will ennoble her." Albert shook his head, and looked thoughtful."There is still something else," said he.

"I confess," observed Monte Cristo, "that I have some difficulty in comprehending your objection to a young lady who is both rich and beautiful.""Oh," said Morcerf, "this repugnance, if repugnance it may be called, is not all on my side.""Whence can it arise, then? for you told me your father desired the marriage.""It is my mother who dissents; she has a clear and penetrating judgment, and does not smile on the proposed union.I cannot account for it, but she seems to entertain some prejudice against the Danglars.""Ah," said the count, in a somewhat forced tone, "that may be easily explained; the Comtesse de Morcerf, who is aristocracy and refinement itself, does not relish the idea of being allied by your marriage with one of ignoble birth;that is natural enough."

"I do not know if that is her reason," said Albert, "but one thing I do know, that if this marriage be consummated, it will render her quite miserable.There was to have been a meeting six weeks ago in order to talk over and settle the affair; but I had such a sudden attack of indisposition" --"Real?" interrupted the count, smiling.

"Oh, real enough, from anxiety doubtless, -- at any rate they postponed the matter for two months.There is no hurry, you know.I am not yet twenty-one, and Eugenie is only seventeen; but the two months expire next week.It must be done.My dear count, you cannot imagine now my mind is harassed.How happy you are in being exempt from all this!""Well, and why should not you be free, too? What prevents you from being so?""Oh, it will be too great a disappointment to my father if Ido not marry Mademoiselle Danglars."

"Marry her then," said the count, with a significant shrug of the shoulders.

"Yes," replied Morcerf, "but that will plunge my mother into positive grief.""Then do not marry her," said the count.