The Count of Monte Cristo

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"How so?"

"Yes. Albert wrote to request me to come to the opera, doubtless that I
might be a witness to the insult he meant to offer you."

"Probably," said Monte Cristo with his imperturbable tranquillity.

"But what shall you do with him?"

"With whom?"

"With Albert."

"What shall I do with Albert? As certainly, Maximilian, as I now press
your hand, I shall kill him before ten o'clock to-morrow morning."
Morrel, in his turn, took Monte Cristo's hand in both of his, and he
shuddered to feel how cold and steady it was.