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
round 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
