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Matrimonial Projects.

The day following this scene, at the hour the banker usually chose to pay a visit to Madame Danglars on his way to his office, his coupe did not appear.At this time, that is, about half-past twelve, Madame Danglars ordered her carriage, and went out.Danglars, hidden behind a curtain, watched the departure he had been waiting for.He gave orders that he should be informed as soon as Madame Danglars appeared; but at two o'clock she had not returned.He then called for his horses, drove to the Chamber, and inscribed his name to speak against the budget.From twelve to two o'clock Danglars had remained in his study, unsealing his dispatches, and becoming more and more sad every minute, heaping figure upon figure, and receiving, among other visits, one from Major Cavalcanti, who, as stiff and exact as ever, presented himself precisely at the hour named the night before, to terminate his business with the banker.On leaving the Chamber, Danglars, who had shown violent marks of agitation during the sitting, and been more bitter than ever against the ministry, re-entered his carriage, and told the coachman to drive to the Avenue des Champs-Elysees, No.

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Monte Cristo was at home; only he was engaged with some one and begged Danglars to wait for a moment in the drawing-room.While the banker was waiting in the anteroom, the door opened, and a man dressed as an abbe and doubtless more familiar with the house than he was, came in and instead of waiting, merely bowed, passed on to the farther apartments, and disappeared.A minute after the door by which the priest had entered reopened, and Monte Cristo appeared."Pardon me," said he, "my dear baron, but one of my friends, the Abbe Busoni, whom you perhaps saw pass by, has just arrived in Paris; not having seen him for a long time, I could not make up my mind to leave him sooner, so Ihope this will be sufficient reason for my having made you wait.""Nay," said Danglars, "it is my fault; I have chosen my visit at a wrong time, and will retire.""Not at all; on the contrary, be seated; but what is the matter with you? You look careworn; really, you alarm me.

Melancholy in a capitalist, like the appearance of a comet, presages some misfortune to the world.""I have been in ill-luck for several days," said Danglars, "and I have heard nothing but bad news.""Ah, indeed?" said Monte Cristo."Have you had another fall at the Bourse?""No; I am safe for a few days at least.I am only annoyed about a bankrupt of Trieste.""Really? Does it happen to be Jacopo Manfredi?""Exactly so.Imagine a man who has transacted business with me for I don't know how long, to the amount of 800,000 or 900,000 francs during the year.Never a mistake or delay --a fellow who paid like a prince.Well, I was a million in advance with him, and now my fine Jacopo Manfredi suspends payment!""Really?"

"It is an unheard-of fatality.I draw upon him for 600,000francs, my bills are returned unpaid, and, more than that, Ihold bills of exchange signed by him to the value of 400,000francs, payable at his correspondent's in Paris at the end of this month.To-day is the 30th.I present them; but my correspondent has disappeared.This, with my Spanish affairs, made a pretty end to the month.""Then you really lost by that affair in Spain?""Yes; only 700,000 francs out of my cash-box -- nothing more!""Why, how could you make such a mistake -- such an old stager?""Oh, it is all my wife's fault.She dreamed Don Carlos had returned to Spain; she believes in dreams.It is magnetism, she says, and when she dreams a thing it is sure to happen, she assures me.On this conviction I allow her to speculate, she having her bank and her stockbroker; she speculated and lost.It is true she speculates with her own money, not mine; nevertheless, you can understand that when 700,000francs leave the wife's pocket, the husband always finds it out.But do you mean to say you have not heard of this? Why, the thing has made a tremendous noise.""Yes, I heard it spoken of, but I did not know the details, and then no one can be more ignorant than I am of the affairs in the Bourse.""Then you do not speculate?"

"I? -- How could I speculate when I already have so much trouble in regulating my income? I should be obliged, besides my steward, to keep a clerk and a boy.But touching these Spanish affairs, I think that the baroness did not dream the whole of the Don Carlos matter.The papers said something about it, did they not?""Then you believe the papers?"