"What is it?" asked he.
"It is your new master, my good fellow," said the footman. And he held
out to the concierge the notary's order.
"The house is sold, then?" demanded the concierge; "and this gentleman
is coming to live here?"
"Yes, my friend," returned the count; "and I will endeavor to give you
no cause to regret your old master."
"Oh, monsieur," said the concierge, "I shall not have much cause to
regret him, for he came here but seldom; it is five years since he was
here last, and he did well to sell the house, for it did not bring him
in anything at all."
"What was the name of your old master?" said Monte Cristo.
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