8 Paris

Chapter 8 Paris Exactly one month later, at precisely three o'clock, the doorbell rang at Albert's home in Paris. The Count of Monte Cristo entered, dressed immaculately in the finest French fashion and a velvet cloak. "My dear Count," Albert said. "I had begun to think our meeting in Rome was a dream." "If only all dreams were as pleasant," the Count replied.

第八章巴黎整整一个月后，正好三点钟，阿尔贝在巴黎的家的门铃响了。 基督山伯爵走了进来，他穿着最精致的法国服装，披着一件天鹅绒斗篷。 “我亲爱的伯爵，”阿尔贝说。 “我开始认为我们在罗马的会面是一场梦。” “要是所有的梦都这么愉快就好了。”伯爵回答。

Albert led the Count into the drawing room, where two men rose and bowed. "This is my father," Albert said, "Fernand Mondego. And this is Baron Danglars, the richest banker in all of Paris." The Count's pale face flushed red as he came face to face with the men who ruined his life. They didn't recognize him, but he knew them immediately. Danglars had the same pompous sneer on his face, while Fernand remained a gloomy figure, despite the golden military medals on his coat.

阿尔贝把伯爵领进客厅，有两个人站起来鞠躬。 “这是我的父亲，”阿尔贝说，“弗尔南多·蒙台哥。 这位是腾格拉尔男爵，全巴黎最富有的银行家。” 当面对那些毁了他一生的人时，伯爵苍白的脸涨得通红。 他们没认出他来，但他立刻认出了他们。 腾格拉尔的脸上仍然挂着傲慢的讥笑，而弗尔南多的外衣上虽然挂着金色的军章，却仍然是一副忧郁的样子。

"Those are fine medals," the Count said. Fernand puffed out his chest. "I won them defending a fortress against Turks in Greece." "My father made his fortune while in Greece," Albert added eagerly. "And what happened to the fortress?" asked the Count. "I am afraid that it was lost." Danglars poured the Count a glass of champagne. The baron glanced greedily at the Count's emerald rings. "Albert tells me that you require the services of a banker," he said. "My customers have accounts with me of over a million francs.

“这些勋章都很好，”伯爵说。 弗尔南多挺起胸膛。 “我在希腊抵抗土耳其人的堡垒时赢得的。” “我父亲是在希腊发的财，”阿尔贝急切地补充道。 “那堡垒怎么样了？”伯爵问。 “恐怕是丢了。” 腾格拉尔给伯爵倒了一杯香槟酒。 男爵贪婪地瞥了一眼伯爵的翡翠戒指。 “阿尔贝告诉我，您需要一位银行家的服务，”他说。 “我的客户在我这里有超过一百万法郎的存款。

"A million francs?" said the Count, laughing. "Why ever would I need a bank for such a trifling sum? I have two million in my pocket right now." Danglars was lost for words. The Count spoke so simply he was either telling the truth or he was mad. But before he could ask which, a door opened and a woman entered dressed in a flowing silk gown. It was Mercedes. She saw the Count and froze. Her mouth cracked open and a tiny gasp came out.

“一百万法郎？”伯爵笑着说。 “我为什么要为了这么一点钱去银行呢？” 我现在口袋里有200万美元。” 腾格拉尔说不出话来了。 伯爵说得那么简单，他不是在说真话，就是疯了。 他还没来得及问是哪个，一扇门开了，进来一个女人，穿着飘逸的丝绸长袍。 是梅塞德斯。她看见伯爵，愣住了。 她的嘴裂开了，发出一声微弱的喘息。

"Are you ill Mother?" Albert asked. "You look suddenly pale." The Count simply bowed. "It is a look tha suits you well madame," he said. "And now that I have met you, I am afraid I must leave I only came to invite you all to a party at my new house in Paris." The Count smiled and left. But inside his carriage, he sat back and groaned. Had Mercedes recognized him? It was strange seeing her after so long. But he felt no love, only hatred for Fernand and Danglars. He thought he might have killed them right then. But death was too good for them. He planned to make them suffer...

“你病了吗，妈妈？”艾伯特问道。 “你脸色突然变苍白了。”伯爵只是鞠了一躬。 “夫人，这身打扮很适合您，”他说。 “既然见到了你们，恐怕我得走了。我是来邀请你们大家到我巴黎的新家里去参加一个聚会的。” 伯爵微笑着离开了。 但在他的马车里，他靠在椅背上呻吟着。 美塞苔丝认出他来了吗？ 这么久之后再见到她真奇怪。 但是他对弗尔南多和腾格拉尔没有爱，只有恨。 他当时觉得自己可能已经杀了他们。 但死亡对他们来说太好了。 他打算让他们受苦……