me to be very enthusiastic on the subject of this marriage."
"Mademoiselle Danglars is too rich for me," replied Morcerf, "and that
frightens me."
"Bah," exclaimed Monte Cristo, "that's a fine reason to give. Are you
not rich yourself?"
"My father's income is about 50,000 francs per annum; and he will give
me, perhaps, ten or twelve thousand when I marry."
"That, perhaps, might not be considered a large sum, in Paris
especially," said the count; "but everything does not depend on wealth,
and it is a fine thing to have a good name, and to occupy a high station
in society. Your name is celebrated, your position magnificent; and
then the Comte de Morcerf is a soldier, and it is pleasing to see
the integrity of a Bayard united to the poverty of a Duguesclin;
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