"A problem, my dear count, for every one--for my mother as well as
others; much studied, but not solved, you still remain an enigma, do not
fear. My mother is only astonished that you remain so long unsolved. I
believe, while the Countess G---- takes you for Lord Ruthven, my mother
imagines you to be Cagliostro or the Count Saint-Germain. The first
opportunity you have, confirm her in her opinion; it will be easy for
you, as you have the philosophy of the one and the wit of the other."
"I thank you for the warning," said the count; "I shall endeavor to be
prepared for all suppositions."
"You will, then, come on Saturday?"
"Yes, since Madame de Morcerf invites me."
"You are very kind."
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