“He is staying, then, at the Hôtel de Londres with you?”
“Not only in the same hotel, but on the same floor.”
“What is his name; for, of course, you know?”
“The Count of Monte Cristo.”
“That is not a family name?”
“No, it is the name of the island he has purchased.”
“And he is a count?”
“A Tuscan count.”
“Well, we must put up with that,” said the countess, who was herself from one of the oldest Venetian families. “What sort of a man is he?”
“Ask the Vicomte de Morcerf.”