The Count of Monte Cristo

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Mercedes tremble. "But you," he said, "with that light dress, and
without anything to cover you but that gauze scarf, perhaps you feel
cold?"

"Do you know where I am leading you?" said the countess, without
replying to the question.

"No, madame," replied Monte Cristo; "but you see I make no resistance."

"We are going to the greenhouse that you see at the other end of the
grove."

The count looked at Mercedes as if to interrogate her, but she continued
to walk on in silence, and he refrained from speaking. They reached
the building, ornamented with magnificent fruits, which ripen at the
beginning of July in the artificial temperature which takes the place of
the sun, so frequently absent in our climate. The countess left the arm