The Count of Monte Cristo

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"Do you mean at Rome?"

"I do."

"Ah, then, I suppose you heard Haidee's guzla; the poor exile frequently
beguiles a weary hour in playing over to me the airs of her native
land." Morcerf did not pursue the subject, and Monte Cristo himself fell
into a silent reverie. The bell rang at this moment for the rising of
the curtain. "You will excuse my leaving you," said the count, turning
in the direction of his box.

"What? Are you going?"

"Pray, say everything that is kind to Countess G---- on the part of her
friend the Vampire."

"And what message shall I convey to the baroness!"