"No, sir," said Albert, coldly; "there are circumstances in which one cannot, except through cowardice, -- I offer you that refuge, -- refuse to admit certain persons at least.""What is your errand, then, with me, sir?""I mean," said Albert, drawing near, and without apparently noticing Cavalcanti, who stood with his back towards the fireplace -- "I mean to propose a meeting in some retired corner where no one will interrupt us for ten minutes; that will be sufficient -- where two men having met, one of them will remain on the ground." Danglars turned pale; Cavalcanti moved a step forward, and Albert turned towards him."And you, too," said he, "come, if you like, monsieur; you have a claim, being almost one of the family, and I will give as many rendezvous of that kind as I can find persons willing to accept them." Cavalcanti looked at Danglars with a stupefied air, and the latter, making an effort, arose and stepped between the two young men.Albert's attack on Andrea had placed him on a different footing, and he hoped this visit had another cause than that he had at first supposed.
"Indeed, sir," said he to Albert, "if you are come to quarrel with this gentleman because I have preferred him to you, I shall resign the case to the king's attorney.""You mistake, sir," said Morcerf with a gloomy smile; "I am not referring in the least to matrimony, and I only addressed myself to M.Cavalcanti because he appeared disposed to interfere between us.In one respect you are right, for I am ready to quarrel with every one to-day; but you have the first claim, M.Danglars.""Sir," replied Danglars, pale with anger and fear, "I warn you, when I have the misfortune to meet with a mad dog, Ikill it; and far from thinking myself guilty of a crime, Ibelieve I do society a kindness.Now, if you are mad and try to bite me, I will kill you without pity.Is it my fault that your father has dishonored himself?""Yes, miserable wretch!" cried Morcerf, "it is your fault."Danglars retreated a few steps."My fault?" said he; "you must be mad! What do I know of the Grecian affair? Have Itravelled in that country? Did I advise your father to sell the castle of Yanina -- to betray" --"Silence!" said Albert, with a thundering voice."No; it is not you who have directly made this exposure and brought this sorrow on us, but you hypocritically provoked it.""I?"
"Yes; you! How came it known?"
"I suppose you read it in the paper in the account from Yanina?""Who wrote to Yanina?"
"To Yanina?"
"Yes.Who wrote for particulars concerning my father?""I imagine any one may write to Yanina."
"But one person only wrote!"
"One only?"
"Yes; and that was you!"
