"Tell me what it is," replied Monte Cristo.
"Oh," said Morrel, "I know not, indeed, if I may reveal this secret
to mortal ears, but fatality impels me, necessity constrains me,
count"--Morrel hesitated. "Do you think I love you?" said Monte Cristo,
taking the young man's hand affectionately in his.
"Oh, you encourage me, and something tells me there," placing his hand
on his heart, "that I ought to have no secret from you."
"You are right, Morrel; God is speaking to your heart, and your heart
speaks to you. Tell me what it says."
"Count, will you allow me to send Baptistin to inquire after some one
you know?"
"I am at your service, and still more my servants."
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