The Count of Monte Cristo

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ministry, re-entered his carriage, and told the coachman to drive to the
Avenue des Champs-Elysees, No. 30.

Monte Cristo was at home; only he was engaged with some one and begged
Danglars to wait for a moment in the drawing-room. While the banker was
waiting in the anteroom, the door opened, and a man dressed as an abbe
and doubtless more familiar with the house than he was, came in and
instead of waiting, merely bowed, passed on to the farther apartments,
and disappeared. A minute after the door by which the priest had entered
reopened, and Monte Cristo appeared. "Pardon me," said he, "my dear
baron, but one of my friends, the Abbe Busoni, whom you perhaps saw pass
by, has just arrived in Paris; not having seen him for a long time, I
could not make up my mind to leave him sooner, so I hope this will be
sufficient reason for my having made you wait."

"Nay," said Danglars, "it is my fault; I have chosen my visit at a wrong
time, and will retire."