The Count of Monte Cristo

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"The count is very temperate." Mercedes smiled sadly. "Approach him,"
said she, "and when the next waiter passes, insist upon his taking
something."

"But why, mother?"

"Just to please me, Albert," said Mercedes. Albert kissed his mother's
hand, and drew near the count. Another salver passed, loaded like the
preceding ones; she saw Albert attempt to persuade the count, but he
obstinately refused. Albert rejoined his mother; she was very pale.

"Well," said she, "you see he refuses?"

"Yes; but why need this annoy you?"

"You know, Albert, women are singular creatures. I should like to have
seen the count take something in my house, if only an ice. Perhaps he