The Count of Monte Cristo

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the matter for two months. There is no hurry, you know. I am not yet
twenty-one, and Eugenie is only seventeen; but the two months expire
next week. It must be done. My dear count, you cannot imagine how my
mind is harassed. How happy you are in being exempt from all this!"

"Well, and why should not you be free, too? What prevents you from being
so?"

"Oh, it will be too great a disappointment to my father if I do not
marry Mademoiselle Danglars."

"Marry her then," said the count, with a significant shrug of the
shoulders.

"Yes," replied Morcerf, "but that will plunge my mother into positive
grief."