u 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, I kill it; and far from
thinking myself guilty of a crime, I believe 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 I travelled 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 m