The Count of Monte Cristo

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you!"

"My boy," said Caderousse sententiously, "one can talk while eating. And
then, you ungrateful being, you are not pleased to see an old friend?
I am weeping with joy." He was truly crying, but it would have been
difficult to say whether joy or the onions produced the greatest effect
on the lachrymal glands of the old inn-keeper of the Pont-du-Gard. "Hold
your tongue, hypocrite," said Andrea; "you love me!"

"Yes, I do, or may the devil take me. I know it is a weakness," said
Caderousse, "but it overpowers me."

"And yet it has not prevented your sending for me to play me some
trick."

"Come," said Caderousse, wiping his large knife on his apron, "if I did
not like you, do you think I should endure the wretched life you