THE COUNT OF MONTE CRISTO ALEXANDRE DUMAS CHAPTER 97 Đây là một tác phẩm anh ngữ nổi tiếng với những từ vựng nâng cao chuyên ngành văn chương. Nhằm giúp các bạn yêu thich tiếng anh luyện tập và củng cố thêm kỹ năng đọc tiếng anh . | THE COUNT OF MONTE CRISTO ALEXANDRE DUMAS CHAPTER 97 The Departure for Belgium. A few minutes after the scene of confusion produced in the salons of M. Danglars by the unexpected appearance of the brigade of soldiers and by the disclosure which had followed the mansion was deserted with as much rapidity as if a case of plague or of cholera morbus had broken out among the guests. In a few minutes through all the doors down all the staircases by every exit every one hastened to retire or rather to fly for it was a situation where the ordinary condolences -- which even the best friends are so eager to offer in great catastrophes -- were seen to be utterly futile. There remained in the banker s house only Danglars closeted in his study and making his statement to the officer of gendarmes Madame Danglars terrified in the boudoir with which we are acquainted and Eugenie who with haughty air and disdainful lip had retired to her room with her inseparable companion Mademoiselle Louise d Armilly. As for the numerous servants more numerous that evening than usual for their number was augmented by cooks and butlers from the Cafe de Paris venting on their employers their anger at what they termed the insult to which they had been subjected they collected in groups in the hall in the kitchens or in their rooms thinking very little of their duty which was thus naturally interrupted. Of all this household only two persons deserve our notice these are Mademoiselle Eugenie Danglars and Mademoiselle Louise d Armilly. The betrothed had retired as we said with haughty air disdainful lip and the demeanor of an outraged queen followed by her companion who was paler and more disturbed than herself. On reaching her room Eugenie locked her door while Louise fell on a chair. Ah what a dreadful thing said the young musician who would have suspected it M. Andrea Cavalcanti a murderer -- a galley-slave escaped -- a convict An ironical smile curled the lip of Eugenie. In truth I was fated said
