Yes, in a few days.
I believe it has changed a lot in this week. If I remember correctly, it should also have an entrance. There is something in the courtyard in front of it, except a stone road, but today we see a beautiful grass walkway. The trees on both sides look as if they have grown for a hundred years.
Why not? said Monte Cristo in the shade of grass.
It was Madame de Villefort who said that the front door was facing the street. I remember it the same way when you brought me in the day when I miraculously escaped.
Yes, Madame Monte Cristo said, but I want to change the entrance and I can see boulogne Avenue from the gate.
In four days, Morrel said that this was really extraordinary.
It’s true that Chateau-Renaud said that it’s a great achievement to transform an old house into a new one. The front of this house is very old, gloomy and horrible. I remember that I came to see it on behalf of my mother two or three years ago when Mr. Saint-Milan was advertised for sale.
Say to Mr. Milan and Mrs. Villefort, then this house belonged to Mr. Saint-Milan before you bought it.
It seems so, replied Monte Cristo.
What seems like you don’t know who the seller is?
I really don’t know that this transaction is handled by my housekeeper on my behalf.
No one has lived in this house for less than ten years. Chateau-Renaud said that it looks a little lifeless. The shutters are always locked and the garden is full of weeds. True or false, if the owner of this house is not the prosecutor’s father-in-law, people may have had a terrible crime here.
Villefort has never tasted the three or four rare glasses of wine put in front of him until now. Then he picked up one and gulped it down. Monte Cristo kept the room silent for a while and then said, It’s strange. I felt that way when I first set foot in this room. It looked so gloomy. If my housekeeper had not bought it for me, I would never have asked for it. Maybe that guy was bribed by a middleman.
Perhaps, said Villefort, struggling to smile, but believe me, the bribery case is nothing to me. This house is also part of Valentine’s dowry, and M. Saint-Mairan wants to sell it, because it will collapse if it is not occupied in a year or two.
This time it was Morrel’s turn to turn white.
Especially such a room, Monte Cristo said that it looks ordinary on the surface and has red satin curtains, but somehow I find that room very interesting.
How come? Debray said it was interesting.
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Can we explain clearly what we feel? Monte Cristo said that we seem to be able to breathe depression in some places, isn’t it? But what can we say? Some kind of continuous memory or an idea brought you back to another time and other parties, and that’s probably why we didn’t have a local scene at that time. There was always something powerful in that room. I think of the marquise spanlasssjj of Ganzi, the French aristocrat, who was killed by her husband and two brothers. Span or Desdemona spanlasssjj Shakespeare’s tragedy Othello’s heroine was strangled by her husband Othello. span Room is slow. Now that we have finished eating, let me show you around. After seeing it, we will go to the garden for coffee. We should go for a walk after dinner.
Monte Cristo looked inquiringly at his guests. Madame de Villefort got up, and Monte Cristo got up, and the others did the same.
Madame de Villefort, on the other hand, hesitated for a moment in their seats as if their feet were rooted. They asked each other with cold and dull eyes.
Did you hear that? Madame Danglars seems to be saying.
We have to go to Villefort, as if to answer, and then reach out and let her take it.
Others have been scattered everywhere in curiosity. They think that this visit will not be limited to this one room. They can also visit other places at the same time. They can take this opportunity to see that Monte Cristo has turned his room into a palace. Everyone went to Monte Cristo from those doors and waited for the two who stayed. When they also walked away from him, he smiled and put himself in this line. Finally, Madame de Villefort certainly didn’t understand the meaning of the count’s smile. If they were vernacular, they would surely feel it. It’s worse than visiting the room where they are about to walk in. They passed through one room after another. Most of the rooms were decorated with oriental sentiments. Chairs, cushions, backrests, benches replaced beds, and all kinds of smoke pipes replaced furniture. The living room was full of beautiful things. The most precious ladies and gentlemen of ancient painters were hung in the lounge. The Chinese embroidery was full of mysterious colors, fantastic patterns and grotesque texture. Finally, they walked into the famous room. At first glance, there was nothing particularly noteworthy in this room. However, all the other rooms had been redecorated, and everything remained the same here. Although the daylight
Oh, cried madame de villefort, that’s terrible
Madame Danglars barely said something, but no one could hear what she said. Everyone observed and agreed that this room really looked like an ominous one.
Isn’t it? Monte Cristo asked. Look at the heavy big bed with the gloomy and bloody account and the two chalk portraits whose colors have faded from moisture. Isn’t their pale lips staring at everything like saying that we have seen it?
Villefort blanched, while Madame Danglars collapsed on a bench beside the fireplace.
Oh, madame de villefort smiled and said, you are so bold. Maybe that crime happened on this bench.
Madame danglars suddenly got up when she heard this sentence
Oh, Monte Cristo says that’s not all.
Why did Debray ask that he had noticed Madame Danglars’ uneasy expression? Why did Danglars ask that I can’t say that I have seen anything special so far? Tell me, Mr. Cavalcanti.
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Yes, but you don’t have such a small staircase, do you? Monte Cristo said, knocking a door behind the curtain, come and have a look, and then tell me what you think.
What an ugly spiral staircase! Chateau-Renaud said with a smile.