Monte-Cristo
turned
away; he
seemed
moved by
this last
remark.
“Ah!” said
he to
Debray,
who had
thrown
himself
into an
easy-chair
at the
farthest
extremity
of the
salon, and
who held a
pencil in
his right
hand and a
note-book
in his
left,
“what are
you doing
there? are
you making
a sketch
after
Poussin?”
“No, no! I
am doing
something
of a very
opposite
nature to
painting.
I am
engaged
with
arithmetic.”
“Arithmetic!”
“Yes; I am
calculating
– by the
way,
