shook his
head and
looked
thoughtful.
“There is
still
something
else,”
said he.
“I
confess,”
observed
Monte-Cristo,
“that I
have some
difficulty
in
comprehending
your
objection
to a young
lady who
is both
rich and
beautiful.”
“Oh!” said
Morcerf,
“this
repugnance,
if
repugnance
it may be
called, is
not all on
my side.”
“Whence
can it
arise
then? for
you told
me your
father
desired
the
marriage.”
“My
mother’s
is the
dissenting
voice; she
