At the Rospo Palace.
Is the count in three windows of Rospo Palace?
You didn’t pass Gaolu Street.
Passed by
Well, you didn’t notice that there are two windows with yellow satin curtains, one with white satin curtains and embroidered red cross windows, and that’s the Earl’s window.
Gee, he must be an Indian maharaja. Do you know how much those three windows are worth?
Get two or three hundred Roman Aiju bar
Two or three thousand euros
go to hell
Is his island so productive?
There’s not a penny left.
So why did he buy it?
It’s just a fantasy.
Then he is really a strange man.
It’s true that Albert said that in my opinion, he is somewhat eccentric. He is in Paris and an old audience in the theater. I would say that he is a cynical clown who regards the world as a stage, or he is fascinated by reading novels. It’s true that he played those two or three hands this morning, which is really Daadian or Andoni.
At this time, a new guest came, and Franz gave him his position as usual, which changed the subject. An hour later, two friends returned to their hotel, and Signor Pastrini was already working on their fancy clothes. He assured them that they would be very satisfied.
At nine o’clock the next morning, the shopkeeper walked into Franz’s room, followed by a tailor with nine sets of Roman peasant clothes on his arm. They chose two sets of clothes that fit the same, and then asked the tailor to sew ribbons of about 20 yards on each of their hats and decorate two strands of filaments in various colors at festivals. Albert was eager to know what he would look like in this new suit. He wore blue velvet shorts, embroidered stockings, buckled shoes and a silk vest. This beautiful dress was simply handsome when he put the wind and flowers on it. Franz had to admit that the dress was full of natural beauty when he wore a hat with a wide belt around his waist and a ribbon hanging down to his shoulder. By natural beauty, he meant that a certain ethnic group was particularly suitable for wearing a certain dress. For example, the Turks used to wear a long robe that was very poetic, but now they wear buttons to Ba Lan and a red hat, which looks like a bottle with a red lid. Isn’t it ugly that Franz complimented Albert and looked at his face in the mirror with hesitation?
Two people, he said that although a companion is very happy, it is even more happy when it is finished. I came to tell you that after listening to your carriage for the rest of today’s crazy festival, the shopkeeper may have told you that I have returned three or four other carriages, but you won’t. I don’t have a car. Come and play, go and do business.
The two young people wanted to refuse, but they couldn’t find a good reason to refuse such a kind man who was in their wish. The Count of Monte Cristo stayed in their room for a quarter of an hour and talked about all kinds of problems extremely. We have already said that he is familiar with various languages. Franz Alpe knew that he was an art lover when he looked at the wall in his living room. From his words, they knew that he was no stranger to science and medicine, but two friends seemed particularly interested in going back to the Count for breakfast. It’s not ridiculous for Pastrini’s boss to come to his wine banquet for a change, so they told him frankly that he accepted their apology, indicating that he was very considerate of their difficult situation. Albert would really regard him as an old gentleman if the earl hadn’t revealed his knowledge of science. Most of all, they were happy that they could match the carriage at will, because those beautiful farmers rode in a very elegant carriage yesterday afternoon, and Albert didn’t want them to keep pace. It’s a pity that at 1: 30 in the afternoon, they left the building, and the driver’s entourage put on their fancy clothes again, which made them look even more ridiculous. At the same time, Franz Albert won a lot of applause. Albert had inserted the bunch of withered violets in his button. As soon as the bell rang, they hurried into Gaolu Street from Victoria Street and threw a bunch of fresh violets from a carriage full of harlequins to the second lap. Albema became white, and like his other friends, those farmers also changed their clothes, but I don’t know whether it was because of accidental knot or because of a feeling of mutual affinity.
Albert put the new bunch of flowers in his buttonhole, but the bunch faded and still held it in his hand. When he met the low-wheeled carriage again, he raised the flowers to his lips. This move not only made the flower-throwing beauty happy, but also her happy companions seemed to be ecstatic. The day was as happy as the day before, more lively and noisy. They once saw the count in his window, but when they passed by again, he was gone. Not to mention that Albert, the peasant beauty, flirted and came back one evening. When Franz found a letter from a big museum informing him that he would be honored to be received by the Pope the next day, he always begged and obtained this kind of grace every time he came to Rome. Encouraged by religious gratitude, he would not want to leave the capital of the Christian world if he went to pay his respects at the feet of St. Peter, the heir of all kinds of virtues, because Gregory XVI was extremely sincere and loving, but when he came to this dignified and noble old man, he would unconsciously feel awe.
When he came back from Vatican, Franz deliberately avoided passing through Gaolu Street, and this crazy joy was going to be desecrated. At 5: 10, Albert came back. He was so happy that the harlequins changed their farm clothes. When she passed by, she raised her mask.
Franz congratulated Albert on her beautiful appearance, and he accepted his congratulations with an air of shame. He had seen from some clues that the famous beauty was a member of the aristocratic society. He decided to write to her the next day. Franz noticed that Albert seemed to want to ask him to do something when he was talking about it in detail, but he didn’t want to talk about it, so he said that he would be willing to sacrifice whatever he was asked for. Albert repeatedly shirked it until his friendship was justified. To put it bluntly, it would be a great help for him if God would let him have the carriage alone. Albert thinks that the beautiful peasant girl is willing to lift her mask, which should be attributed to Franz’s absence. Of course, Franz will not be so private as to interfere with Albert in the middle of an adventure, and this adventure seems to satisfy his curiosity and boost his confidence. He is sure that his friend who can’t hide things in his heart will tell him everything. Although he has traveled in Italy for two or three years, he has never had a chance to try such an experience himself. Franz also wants to know how to deal with this occasion. He promised Albert.
The next morning, he saw that Albert had passed by again and again. He suspected that he had pawned it as a gift. This speculation was soon confirmed. Because Franz saw the bouquet and the white camellia was in the hands of a lovely harlequin wearing a rose silk shirt, Albert came back triumphantly that evening. He was not only happy, but almost fainted. He believed that the famous beauty would reply him in the same way. Franz had expected his mind and told him that he was a little tired of keeping accounts and checking the previous accounts.
Albert didn’t guess wrong, because the next evening Franz saw him waving happily with a folded paper in his hand and came in to feed him and said, am I right?
She answered you, cried Franz.
Read it, when she said this sentence, she described Franz’s acceptance of the faith. At 7 o’clock on Tuesday night, she took the bus to Pontefield West Street and followed the Roman farmer who took away your immortal candle. When you reach the first step of St. Camus’ church, you must tie a rose ribbon on your shoulder in that clown costume to identify yourself. I hope you will be faithful and cautious before you meet.
What do you think? Franz asked as soon as he finished reading Albert
I think so, too, replied Albert. I’m afraid you can go to the Duke of Brassino’s ball alone.
Come to Franz Albert received a post from the famous Roman banker that morning. Be careful, Albert Franz said that all the Roman nobles will go there. Your famous beauty is a member of the society, and she will definitely go there.