11 Challenge at the opera

Chapter 11 Challenge at the opera Two days later in Paris, Albert Mondego stormed into the office of his friend Beauchamp. He waved a newspaper at the journalist. "Have you read this?" Beauchamp's face darkened as he read the report. The newspaper called Albert's father a traitor. It claimed to have evidence proving that, years ago, Fernand surrendered a Greek fortress to enemy Turks for money. That was how Fernand made his fortune.

十一在歌剧院的挑战两天后，在巴黎，阿尔贝·蒙台哥冲进他的朋友波尚的办公室。 他向记者挥动报纸。 “你读过这个吗？”波尚读到报告时，脸色变得阴沉起来。 报纸称艾伯特的父亲是叛徒。 它声称有证据证明，多年前，费尔南德为了钱向敌人土耳其人交出了一座希腊堡垒。 弗尔南多就是这样发了财的。

"Where is your father now?" Beauchamp asked Albert. "Soldiers are searching for him all over Paris," Albert said. "You have friends at this paper, Beauchamp. Find out what evidence they have." Soon after, Beauchamp returned. He had a worried frown on his face. "The newspaper received a document," he told Albert. "It is the contract agreeing the surrender of the fortress to the Turks. Albert, it's signed by your father." "It is a fraud!" Albert insisted. "Some unknown enemy is acting against my father." "Not unknown," Beauchamp said. "My friend at the newspaper knew exactly who gave him the document. Albert, it was the Count of Monte Cristo!" The pair raced to the Paris Opera House,

“你父亲现在在哪儿？”波尚问阿尔贝。 “士兵们正在巴黎到处找他。”阿尔贝说。 “你在报社有朋友，波尚。 找出他们有什么证据。” 不久，波尚回来了。 他愁眉苦脸。 “报社收到了一份文件，”他告诉艾伯特。 “这是同意把堡垒交给土耳其人的合同。 艾伯特，上面有你父亲的签名。” “这是个骗局！”艾伯特坚持。 “有个不知名的敌人在反对我父亲。” “不是不知道，”波尚说。 “我在报社的朋友很清楚是谁给了他这份文件。 阿尔贝，那是基督山伯爵！”两人飞奔到巴黎歌剧院，

where Albert knew the Count would be that evening. He pushed through the crowds and stormed down the aisle, to where the Count sat sipping champagne. "I demand an explanation," Albert said. "An explanation?" the Count replied. "At the opera? Surely this is not the place, my friend." "You are no friend of mine, Count. Are you an enemy of my father?" A gasp echoed around the stalls. Everyone watched as the Count rose. His glare was so fierce that Albert stepped back in fright.

阿尔贝知道伯爵今晚会到那儿去。 他挤过人群，冲过过道，来到伯爵坐着喝香槟的地方。 “我要求一个解释，”阿尔贝说。 “解释一下？”伯爵回答。 “在歌剧院？”我的朋友，这肯定不是我要找的地方。” “伯爵，您不是我的朋友。 你是我父亲的敌人吗？”一阵喘息声在摊位间回荡。 大家都看着伯爵站起身来。 他的目光如此凶狠，阿尔贝吓得后退了几步。

"I am," the Count said. "I demand to know why," Albert replied. "I cannot tell you." "Then I challenge you to a duel. We will meet tomorrow morning with pistols. Good day sir!" With that, Albert turned and strode away. The Count straightened his coat and returned to his seat, as if he wasn't remotely bothered by Albert's attack. But he was. He had given the document to the newspaper, but in the hope that Fernand would challenge him to a duel, not Albert. Perhaps, though, this was a better revenge. He planned to kill Fernand. But if Fernand wouldn't fight, he would kill his son instead. On stage, the curtain rose and the final act began.

“是的，”伯爵说。“我要知道为什么。”阿尔贝回答。 “我不能告诉你。”“那么我向你挑战决斗。 我们明天早上带着手枪见面。 您好，先生！”说完，阿尔贝转身大步走开了。 伯爵捋了捋外衣，回到座位上，仿佛他对阿尔贝的攻击毫不在意。 但他确实是。他把这份文件交给了报社，但希望弗尔南多向他提出决斗，而不是阿尔贝。 不过，也许这是一种更好的报复。 他打算杀死弗尔南多。 但如果弗尔南多不反抗，他就会杀了他的儿子。 舞台上，幕布拉开，最后一幕开始了。