![]() “No, no!” exclaimed Debray “that girl is not his wife: he told us himself she was his slave. “You have ample proof to the contrary, if you look opposite,” said the baroness, as she laughingly pointed to the beautiful Greek. ![]() “But do you know this mysterious count is a bachelor?” “Why not? my husband could accompany me.” “What,” said Debray, laughing “do you really mean you would go to his house?” Danglars to invite him to a ball or dinner, or something of the sort, that he may be compelled to ask us in return.” “Indeed he does, and in a most lavish manner, I can assure you.” “Then your count entertains visitors, does he?” asked Madame Danglars. “I am extremely sorry you find me so ignorant a cicerone,” replied Morcerf, “but I am reluctantly obliged to confess, I have nothing further to communicate - yes, stay, I do know one thing more, namely, that she is a musician, for one day when I chanced to be breakfasting with the count, I heard the sound of a guzla - it is impossible that it could have been touched by any other finger than her own.” “So I should suppose by her dress if you know no more than that, every one here is as well-informed as yourself.” “Mademoiselle,” said Albert, replying to this direct appeal, “I can give you very exact information on that subject, as well as on most points relative to the mysterious person of whom we are now conversing - the young woman is a Greek.” de Morcerf?” inquired Eugenie “does anybody know?”
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