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The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas Chapter 1 Marseilles -- The Arrival. On the 24th of February, 1810, the look-out at Notre-Dame de la Garde signalled the three-master, the Pharaon from Smyrna, Trieste, and Naples. As usual, a pilot put off immediately, and rounding the Chateau d'If, got on board the vessel between Cape Morgion and Rion island. Immediately, and according to custom, the ramparts of Fort Saint-Jean were covered with spectators; it is always an event at Marseilles for a ship to come into port, especially when this ship, like the Pharaon, has been built, rigged, and laden at the old Phocee docks, and belongs to an owner of the city. The ship drew on and had safely passed the strait, which some volcanic shock has made between the Calasareigne and Jaros islands; had doubled Pomegue, and approached the harbor under topsails, jib, and spanker, but so slowly and sedately that the idlers, with that instinct which is the forerunner of evil, asked one another what misfortune could have happened on board. However, those experienced in navigation saw plainly that if any accident had occurred, it was not to the vessel herself, for she bore down with all the evidence of being skilfully handled, the anchor a-cockbill, the jib-boom guys already eased off, and standing by the side of the pilot, who was steering the Pharaon towards the narrow entrance of the inner port, was a young man, who, with activity and vigilant eye, watched every motion of the ship, and repeated each direction of the pilot. The vague disquietude which prevailed among the spectators had so much affected one of the crowd that he did not await the arrival of the vessel in harbor, but jumping into a small skiff, desired to be pulled alongside the Pharaon, which he reached as she rounded into La Reserve basin. When the young man on board saw this person approach, he left his station by the pilot, and, hat in hand, leaned over the ship's bulwarks. He was a fine, tall, slim young fellow of eighteen or twenty, with black eyes, and hair as dark as a raven's wing; and his whole appearance bespoke that calmness and resolution peculiar to men accustomed from their cradle to contend with danger. "Ah, is it you, Dantes?" cried the man in the skiff. "What's the matter? and why have you such an air of sadness aboard?" "A great misfortune, M. Morrel," replied the young man, -"a great misfortune, for me especially! Off Civita Vecchia we lost our brave Captain Leclere." "And the cargo?" inquired the owner, eagerly. "Is all safe, M. Morrel; and I think you will be satisfied on that head. But poor Captain Leclere -- " "What happened to him?" asked the owner, with an air of considerable resignation. "What happened to the worthy captain?" "He died." "Fell into the sea?" "No, sir, he died of brain-fever in dreadful agony." Then turning to the crew, he said, "Bear a hand there, to take in sail!" All hands obeyed, and at once the eight or ten seamen who composed the crew, sprang to their respective stations at the spanker brails and outhaul, topsail sheets and halyards,

La Mansión del Inglés - the jib downhaul, and the topsail clewlines and buntlines. The young sailor gave a look to see that his orders were promptly and accurately obeyed, and then turned again to the owner. "And how did this misfortune occur?" inquired the latter, resuming the interrupted conversation. "Alas, sir, in the most unexpected manner. After a long talk with the harbor-master, Captain Leclere left Naples greatly disturbed in mind. In twenty-four hours he was attacked by a fever, and died three days afterwards. We performed the usual burial service, and he is at his rest, sewn up in his hammock with a thirty-six pound shot at his head and his heels, off El Giglio island. We bring to his widow his sword and cross of honor. It was worth while, truly," added the young man with a melancholy smile, "to make war against the English for ten years, and to die in his bed at last, like everybody else." "Why, you see, Edmond," replied the owner, who appeared more comforted at every moment, "we are all mortal, and the old must make way for the young. If not, why, there would be no promotion; and since you assure me that the cargo -- " "Is all safe and sound, M. Morrel, take my word for it; and I advise you not to take 25,000 francs for the profits of the voyage." Then, as they were just passing the Round Tower, the young man shouted: "Stand by there to lower the topsails and jib; brail up the spanker!" The order was executed as promptly as it would have been on board a man-of-war. "Let go -- and clue up!" At this last command all the sails were lowered, and the vessel moved almost imperceptibly onwards. "Now, if you will come on board, M. Morrel," said Dantes, observing the owner's impatience, "here is your supercargo, M. Danglars, coming out of his cabin, who will furnish you with every particular. As for me, I must look after the anchoring, and dress the ship in mourning." The owner did not wait for a second invitation. He seized a rope which Dantes flung to him, and with an activity that would have done credit to a sailor, climbed up the side of the ship, while the young man, going to his task, left the conversation to Danglars, who now came towards the owner. He was a man of twenty-five or twenty-six years of age, of unprepossessing countenance, obsequious to his superiors, insolent to his subordinates; and this, in addition to his position as responsible agent on board, which is always obnoxious to the sailors, made him as much disliked by the crew as Edmond Dantes was beloved by them. "Well, M. Morrel," said Danglars, "you have heard of the misfortune that has befallen us?" "Yes -- yes: poor Captain Leclere! He was a brave and an honest man." "And a first-rate seaman, one who had seen long and honorable service, as became a man charged with the interests of a house so important as that of Morrel & Son," replied Danglars. "But," replied the owner, glancing after Dantes, who was watching the anchoring of his vessel, "it seems to me that a sailor needs not be so old as you say, Danglars, to understand his business, for our friend Edmond seems to understand it thoroughly, and not to require instruction from any one." "Yes," said Danglars, darting at Edmond a look gleaming with hate. "Yes, he is young, and youth is invariably self-confident. Scarcely was the captain's breath out of his body when he assumed the command without consulting any one, and he caused us to lose a day and a half at the Island of Elba, instead of making for Marseilles direct."

La Mansión del Inglés - "As to taking command of the vessel," replied Morrel, "that was his duty as captain's mate; as to losing a day and a half off the Island of Elba, he was wrong, unless the vessel needed repairs." "The vessel was in as good condition as I am, and as, I hope you are, M. Morrel, and this day and a half was lost from pure whim, for the pleasure of going ashore, and nothing else." "Dantes," said the shipowner, turning towards the young man, "come this way!" "In a moment, sir," answered Dantes, "and I'm with you." Then calling to the crew, he said -- "Let go!" The anchor was instantly dropped, and the chain ran rattling through the port-hole. Dantes continued at his post in spite of the presence of the pilot, until this manoeuvre was completed, and then he added, "Half-mast the colors, and square the yards!" "You see," said Danglars, "he fancies himself captain already, upon my word." "And so, in fact, he is," said the owner. "Except your signature and your partner's, M. Morrel." "And why should he not have this?" asked the owner; "he is young, it is true, but he seems to me a thorough seaman, and of full experience." A cloud passed over Danglars' brow. "Your pardon, M. Morrel," said Dantes, approaching, "the vessel now rides at anchor, and I am at your service. You hailed me, I think?" Danglars retreated a step or two. "I wished to inquire why you stopped at the Island of Elba?" "I do not know, sir; it was to fulfil the last instructions of Captain Leclere, who, when dying, gave me a packet for Marshal Bertrand." "Then did you see him, Edmond?" "Who?" "The marshal." "Yes." Morrel looked around him, and then, drawing Dantes on one side, he said suddenly -"And how is the emperor?" "Very well, as far as I could judge from the sight of him." "You saw the emperor, then?" "He entered the marshal's apartment while I was there." "And you spoke to him?" "Why, it was he who spoke to me, sir," said Dantes, with a smile. "And what did he say to you?" "Asked me questions about the vessel, the time she left Marseilles, the course she had taken, and what was her cargo. I believe, if she had not been laden, and I had been her master, he would have bought her. But I told him I was only mate, and that she belonged to the firm of Morrel & Son. `Ah, yes,' he said, `I know them. The Morrels have been shipowners from father to son; and there was a Morrel who served in the same regiment with me when I was in garrison at Valence.'" "Pardieu, and that is true!" cried the owner, greatly delighted. "And that was Policar Morrel, my uncle, who was afterwards a captain. Dantes, you must tell my uncle that the emperor remembered him, and you will see it will bring tears into the old soldier's eyes. Come, come," continued he, patting Edmond's shoulder kindly, "you did very right, Dantes, to follow Captain Leclere's instructions, and touch at Elba, although if it were known that you had conveyed a packet to the marshal, and had conversed with the emperor, it might bring you into trouble." "How could that bring me into trouble, sir?" asked Dantes;

La Mansión del Inglés - "for I did not even know of what I was the bearer; and the emperor merely made such inquiries as he would of the first comer. But, pardon me, here are the health officers and the customs inspectors coming alongside." And the young man went to the gangway. As he departed, Danglars approached, and said, -"Well, it appears that he has given you satisfactory reasons for his landing at PortoFerrajo?" "Yes, most satisfactory, my dear Danglars." "Well, so much the better," said the supercargo; "for it is not pleasant to think that a comrade has not done his duty." "Dantes has done his," replied the owner, "and that is not saying much. It was Captain Leclere who gave orders for this delay." "Talking of Captain Leclere, has not Dantes given you a letter from him?" "To me? -- no -- was there one?" "I believe that, besides the packet, Captain Leclere confided a letter to his care." "Of what packet are you speaking, Danglars?" "Why, that which Dantes left at Porto-Ferrajo." "How do you know he had a packet to leave at Porto-Ferrajo?" Danglars turned very red. "I was passing close to the door of the captain's cabin, which was half open, and I saw him give the packet and letter to Dantes." "He did not speak to me of it," replied the shipowner; "but if there be any letter he will give it to me." Danglars reflected for a moment. "Then, M. Morrel, I beg of you," said he, "not to say a word to Dantes on the subject. I may have been mistaken." At this moment the young man returned; Danglars withdrew. "Well, my dear Dantes, are you now free?" inquired the owner. "Yes, sir." "You have not been long detained." "No. I gave the custom-house officers a copy of our bill of lading; and as to the other papers, they sent a man off with the pilot, to whom I gave them." "Then you have nothing more to do here?" "No -- everything is all right now." "Then you can come and dine with me?" "I really must ask you to excuse me, M. Morrel. My first visit is due to my father, though I am not the less grateful for the honor you have done me." "Right, Dantes, quite right. I always knew you were a good son." "And," inquired Dantes, with some hesitation, "do you know how my father is?" "Well, I believe, my dear Edmond, though I have not seen him lately." "Yes, he likes to keep himself shut up in his little room." "That proves, at least, that he has wanted for nothing during your absence." Dantes smiled. "My father is proud, sir, and if he had not a meal left, I doubt if he would have asked anything from anyone, except from Heaven." "Well, then, after this first visit has been made we shall count on you." "I must again excuse myself, M. Morrel, for after this first visit has been paid I have another which I am most anxious to pay." "True, Dantes, I forgot that there was at the Catalans some one who expects you no less impatiently than your father -- the lovely Mercedes." Dantes blushed.

La Mansión del Inglés - "Ah, ha," said the shipowner, "I am not in the least surprised, for she has been to me three times, inquiring if there were any news of the Pharaon. Peste, Edmond, you have a very handsome mistress!" "She is not my mistress," replied the young sailor, gravely; "she is my betrothed." "Sometimes one and the same thing," said Morrel, with a smile. "Not with us, sir," replied Dantes. "Well, well, my dear Edmond," continued the owner, "don't let me detain you. You have managed my affairs so well that I ought to allow you all the time you require for your own. Do you want any money?" "No, sir; I have all my pay to take -- nearly three months' wages." "You are a careful fellow, Edmond." "Say I have a poor father, sir." "Yes, yes, I know how good a son you are, so now hasten away to see your father. I have a son too, and I should be very wroth with those who detained him from me after a three months' voyage." "Then I have your leave, sir?" "Yes, if you have nothing more to say to me." "Nothing." "Captain Leclere did not, before he died, give you a letter for me?" "He was unable to write, sir. But that reminds me that I must ask your leave of absence for some days." "To get married?" "Yes, first, and then to go to Paris." "Very good; have what time you require, Dantes. It will take quite six weeks to unload the cargo, and we cannot get you ready for sea until three months after that; only be back again in three months, for the Pharaon," added the owner, patting the young sailor on the back, "cannot sail without her captain." "Without her captain!" cried Dantes, his eyes sparkling with animation; "pray mind what you say, for you are touching on the most secret wishes of my heart. Is it really your intention to make me captain of the Pharaon?" "If I were sole owner we'd shake hands on it now, my dear Dantes, and call it settled; but I have a partner, and you know the Italian proverb -- Chi ha compagno ha padrone -`He who has a partner has a master.' But the thing is at least half done, as you have one out of two votes. Rely on me to procure you the other; I will do my best." "Ah, M. Morrel," exclaimed the young seaman, with tears in his eyes, and grasping the owner's hand, "M. Morrel, I thank you in the name of my father and of Mercedes." "That's all right, Edmond. There's a providence that watches over the deserving. Go to your father: go and see Mercedes, and afterwards come to me." "Shall I row you ashore?" "No, thank you; I shall remain and look over the accounts with Danglars. Have you been satisfied with him this voyage?" "That is according to the sense you attach to the question, sir. Do you mean is he a good comrade? No, for I think he never liked me since the day when I was silly enough, after a little quarrel we had, to propose to him to stop for ten minutes at the island of Monte Cristo to settle the dispute -- a proposition which I was wrong to suggest, and he quite right to refuse. If you mean as responsible agent when you ask me the question, I believe there is nothing to say against him, and that you will be content with the way in which he has performed his duty."

La Mansión del Inglés - "But tell me, Dantes, if you had command of the Pharaon should you be glad to see Danglars remain?" "Captain or mate, M. Morrel, I shall always have the greatest respect for those who possess the owners' confidence." "That's right, that's right, Dantes! I see you are a thoroughly good fellow, and will detain you no longer. Go, for I see how impatient you are." "Then I have leave?" "Go, I tell you." "May I have the use of your skiff?" "Certainly." "Then, for the present, M. Morrel, farewell, and a thousand thanks!" "I hope soon to see you again, my dear Edmond. Good luck to you." The young sailor jumped into the skiff, and sat down in the stern sheets, with the order that he be put ashore at La Canebiere. The two oarsmen bent to their work, and the little boat glided away as rapidly as possible in the midst of the thousand vessels which choke up the narrow way which leads between the two rows of ships from the mouth of the harbor to the Quai d'Orleans. The shipowner, smiling, followed him with his eyes until he saw him spring out on the quay and disappear in the midst of the throng, which from five o'clock in the morning until nine o'clock at night, swarms in the famous street of La Canebiere, -- a street of which the modern Phocaeans are so proud that they say with all the gravity in the world, and with that accent which gives so much character to what is said, "If Paris had La Canebiere, Paris would be a second Marseilles." On turning round the owner saw Danglars behind him, apparently awaiting orders, but in reality also watching the young sailor, -- but there was a great difference in the expression of the two men who thus followed the movements of Edmond Dantes.

Chapter 2 Father and Son. We will leave Danglars struggling with the demon of hatred, and endeavoring to insinuate in the ear of the shipowner some evil suspicions against his comrade, and follow Dantes, who, after having traversed La Canebiere, took the Rue de Noailles, and entering a small house, on the left of the Allees de Meillan, rapidly ascended four flights of a dark staircase, holding the baluster with one hand, while with the other he repressed the beatings of his heart, and paused before a half-open door, from which he could see the whole of a small room. This room was occupied by Dantes' father. The news of the arrival of the Pharaon had not yet reached the old man, who, mounted on a chair, was amusing himself by training with trembling hand the nasturtiums and sprays of clematis that clambered over the trellis at his window. Suddenly, he felt an arm thrown around his body, and a wellknown voice behind him exclaimed, "Father -- dear father!" The old man uttered a cry, and turned round; then, seeing his son, he fell into his arms, pale and trembling. "What ails you, my dearest father? Are you ill?" inquired the young man, much alarmed. "No, no, my dear Edmond -- my boy -- my son! -- no; but I did not expect you; and joy, the surprise of seeing you so suddenly -- Ah, I feel as if I were going to die."

La Mansión del Inglés - "Come, come, cheer up, my dear father! 'Tis I -- really I! They say joy never hurts, and so I came to you without any warning. Come now, do smile, instead of looking at me so solemnly. Here I am back again, and we are going to be happy." "Yes, yes, my boy, so we will -- so we will," replied the old man; "but how shall we be happy? Shall you never leave me again? Come, tell me all the good fortune that has befallen you." "God forgive me," said the young man, "for rejoicing at happiness derived from the misery of others, but, Heaven knows, I did not seek this good fortune; it has happened, and I really cannot pretend to lament it. The good Captain Leclere is dead, father, and it is probable that, with the aid of M. Morrel, I shall have his place. Do you understand, father? Only imagine me a captain at twenty, with a hundred louis pay, and a share in the profits! Is this not more than a poor sailor like me could have hoped for?" "Yes, my dear boy," replied the old man, "it is very fortunate." "Well, then, with the first money I touch, I mean you to have a small house, with a garden in which to plant clematis, nasturtiums, and honeysuckle. But what ails you, father? Are you not well?" "'Tis nothing, nothing; it will soon pass away" -- and as he said so the old man's strength failed him, and he fell backwards. "Come, come," said the young man, "a glass of wine, father, will revive you. Where do you keep your wine?" "No, no; thanks. You need not look for it; I do not want it," said the old man. "Yes, yes, father, tell me where it is," and he opened two or three cupboards. "It is no use," said the old man, "there is no wine." "What, no wine?" said Dantes, turning pale, and looking alternately at the hollow cheeks of the old man and the empty cupboards. "What, no wine? Have you wanted money, father?" "I want nothing now that I have you," said the old man. "Yet," stammered Dantes, wiping the perspiration from his brow, -- "yet I gave you two hundred francs when I left, three months ago." "Yes, yes, Edmond, that is true, but you forgot at that time a little debt to our neighbor, Caderousse. He reminded me of it, telling me if I did not pay for you, he would be paid by M. Morrel; and so, you see, lest he might do you an injury" -"Well?" "Why, I paid him." "But," cried Dantes, "it was a hundred and forty francs I owed Caderousse." "Yes," stammered the old man. "And you paid him out of the two hundred francs I left you?" The old man nodded. "So that you have lived for three months on sixty francs," muttered Edmond. "You know how little I require," said the old man. "Heaven pardon me," cried Edmond, falling on his knees before his father. "What are you doing?" "You have wounded me to the heart." "Never mind it, for I see you once more," said the old man; "and now it's all over -- everything is all right again." "Yes, here I am," said the young man, "with a promising future and a little money. Here, father, here!" he said, "take this -- take it, and send for something immediately." And he

La Mansión del Inglés - emptied his pockets on the table, the contents consisting of a dozen gold pieces, five or six five-franc pieces, and some smaller coin. The countenance of old Dantes brightened. "Whom does this belong to?" he inquired. "To me, to you, to us! Take it; buy some provisions; be happy, and to-morrow we shall have more." "Gently, gently," said the old man, with a smile; "and by your leave I will use your purse moderately, for they would say, if they saw me buy too many things at a time, that I had been obliged to await your return, in order to be able to purchase them." "Do as you please; but, first of all, pray have a servant, father. I will not have you left alone so long. I have some smuggled coffee and most capital tobacco, in a small chest in the hold, which you shall have to-morrow. But, hush, here comes somebody." "'Tis Caderousse, who has heard of your arrival, and no doubt comes to congratulate you on your fortunate return." "Ah, lips that say one thing, while the heart thinks another," murmured Edmond. "But, never mind, he is a neighbor who has done us a service on a time, so he's welcome." As Edmond paused, the black and bearded head of Caderousse appeared at the door. He was a man of twenty-five or six, and held a piece of cloth, which, being a tailor, he was about to make into a coat-lining. "What, is it you, Edmond, back again?" said he, with a broad Marseillaise accent, and a grin that displayed his ivory-white teeth. "Yes, as you see, neighbor Caderousse; and ready to be agreeable to you in any and every way," replied Dantes, but ill-concealing his coldness under this cloak of civility. "Thanks -- thanks; but, fortunately, I do not want for anything; and it chances that at times there are others who have need of me." Dantes made a gesture. "I do not allude to you, my boy. No! -- no! I lent you money, and you returned it; that's like good neighbors, and we are quits." "We are never quits with those who oblige us," was Dantes' reply; "for when we do not owe them money, we owe them gratitude." "What's the use of mentioning that? What is done is done. Let us talk of your happy return, my boy. I had gone on the quay to match a piece of mulberry cloth, when I met friend Danglars. `You at Marseilles?' -- `Yes,' says he. "`I thought you were at Smyrna.' -- `I was; but am now back again.' "`And where is the dear boy, our little Edmond?' "`Why, with his father, no doubt,' replied Danglars. And so I came," added Caderousse, "as fast as I could to have the pleasure of shaking hands with a friend." "Worthy Caderousse!" said the old man, "he is so much attached to us." "Yes, to be sure I am. I love and esteem you, because honest folks are so rare. But it seems you have come back rich, my boy," continued the tailor, looking askance at the handful of gold and silver which Dantes had thrown on the table. The young man remarked the greedy glance which shone in the dark eyes of his neighbor. "Eh," he said, negligently. "this money is not mine. I was expressing to my father my fears that he had wanted many things in my absence, and to convince me he emptied his purse on the table. Come, father" added Dantes, "put this money back in your box -- unless neighbor Caderousse wants anything, and in that case it is at his service." "No, my boy, no," said Caderousse. "I am not in any want, thank God, my living is suited to my means. Keep your money -- keep it, I say; -- one never has too much; -but, at the same time, my boy, I am as much obliged by your offer as if I took advantage of it." "It was offered with good will," said Dantes.

La Mansión del Inglés - "No doubt, my boy; no doubt. Well, you stand well with M. Morrel I hear, -- you insinuating dog, you!" "M. Morrel has always been exceedingly kind to me," replied Dantes. "Then you were wrong to refuse to dine with him." "What, did you refuse to dine with him?" said old Dantes; "and did he invite you to dine?" "Yes, my dear father," replied Edmond, smiling at his father's astonishment at the excessive honor paid to his son. "And why did you refuse, my son?" inquired the old man. "That I might the sooner see you again, my dear father," replied the young man. "I was most anxious to see you." "But it must have vexed M. Morrel, good, worthy man," said Caderousse. "And when you are looking forward to be captain, it was wrong to annoy the owner." "But I explained to him the cause of my refusal," replied Dantes, "and I hope he fully understood it." "Yes, but to be captain one must do a little flattery to one's patrons." "I hope to be captain without that," said Dantes. "So much the better -- so much the better! Nothing will give greater pleasure to all your old friends; and I know one down there behind the Saint Nicolas citadel who will not be sorry to hear it." "Mercedes?" said the old man. "Yes, my dear father, and with your permission, now I have seen you, and know you are well and have all you require, I will ask your consent to go and pay a visit to the Catalans." "Go, my dear boy," said old Dantes: "and heaven bless you in your wife, as it has blessed me in my son!" "His wife!" said Caderousse; "why, how fast you go on, father Dantes; she is not his wife yet, as it seems to me." "So, but according to all probability she soon will be," replied Edmond. "Yes -- yes," said Caderousse; "but you were right to return as soon as possible, my boy." "And why?" "Because Mercedes is a very fine girl, and fine girls never lack followers; she particularly has them by dozens." "Really?" answered Edmond, with a smile which had in it traces of slight uneasiness. "Ah, yes," continued Caderousse, "and capital offers, too; but you know, you will be captain, and who could refuse you then?" "Meaning to say," replied Dantes, with a smile which but ill-concealed his trouble, "that if I were not a captain" -"Eh -- eh!" said Caderousse, shaking his head. "Come, come," said the sailor, "I have a better opinion than you of women in general, and of Mercedes in particular; and I am certain that, captain or not, she will remain ever faithful to me." "So much the better -- so much the better," said Caderousse. "When one is going to be married, there is nothing like implicit confidence; but never mind that, my boy, -- go and announce your arrival, and let her know all your hopes and prospects." "I will go directly," was Edmond's reply; and, embracing his father, and nodding to Caderousse, he left the apartment. Caderousse lingered for a moment, then taking leave of old Dantes, he went downstairs to rejoin Danglars, who awaited him at the corner of the Rue Senac.

La Mansión del Inglés - "Well," said Danglars, "did you see him?" "I have just left him," answered Caderousse. "Did he allude to his hope of being captain?" "He spoke of it as a thing already decided." "Indeed!" said Danglars, "he is in too much hurry, it appears to me." "Why, it seems M. Morrel has promised him the thing." "So that he is quite elated about it?" "Why, yes, he is actually insolent over the matter -- has already offered me his patronage, as if he were a grand personage, and proffered me a loan of money, as though he were a banker." "Which you refused?" "Most assuredly; although I might easily have accepted it, for it was I who put into his hands the first silver he ever earned; but now M. Dantes has no longer any occasion for assistance -- he is about to become a captain." "Pooh!" said Danglars, "he is not one yet." "Ma foi, it will be as well if he is not," answered Caderousse; "for if he should be, there will be really no speaking to him." "If we choose," replied Danglars, "he will remain what he is; and perhaps become even less than he is." "What do you mean?" "Nothing -- I was speaking to myself. And is he still in love with the Catalane?" "Over head and ears; but, unless I am much mistaken, there will be a storm in that quarter." "Explain yourself." "Why should I?" "It is more important than you think, perhaps. You do not like Dantes?" "I never like upstarts." "Then tell me all you know about the Catalane." "I know nothing for certain; only I have seen things which induce me to believe, as I told you, that the future captain will find some annoyance in the vicinity of the Vieilles Infirmeries." "What have you seen? -- come, tell me!" "Well, every time I have seen Mercedes come into the city she has been accompanied by a tall, strapping, black-eyed Catalan, with a red complexion, brown skin, and fierce air, whom she calls cousin." "Really; and you think this cousin pays her attentions?" "I only suppose so. What else can a strapping chap of twenty-one mean with a fine wench of seventeen?" "And you say that Dantes has gone to the Catalans?" "He went before I came down." "Let us go the same way; we will stop at La Reserve, and we can drink a glass of La Malgue, whilst we wait for news." "Come along," said Caderousse; "but you pay the score." "Of course," replied Danglars; and going quickly to the designated place, they called for a bottle of wine, and two glasses. Pere Pamphile had seen Dantes pass not ten minutes before; and assured that he was at the Catalans, they sat down under the budding foliage of the planes and sycamores, in the branches of which the birds were singing their welcome to one of the first days of spring.

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Chapter 3 The Catalans. Beyond a bare, weather-worn wall, about a hundred paces from the spot where the two friends sat looking and listening as they drank their wine, was the village of the Catalans. Long ago this mysterious colony quitted Spain, and settled on the tongue of land on which it is to this day. Whence it came no one knew, and it spoke an unknown tongue. One of its chiefs, who understood Provencal, begged the commune of Marseilles to give them this bare and barren promontory, where, like the sailors of old, they had run their boats ashore. The request was granted; and three months afterwards, around the twelve or fifteen small vessels which had brought these gypsies of the sea, a small village sprang up. This village, constructed in a singular and picturesque manner, half Moorish, half Spanish, still remains, and is inhabited by descendants of the first comers, who speak the language of their fathers. For three or four centuries they have remained upon this small promontory, on which they had settled like a flight of seabirds, without mixing with the Marseillaise population, intermarrying, and preserving their original customs and the costume of their mother-country as they have preserved its language. Our readers will follow us along the only street of this little village, and enter with us one of the houses, which is sunburned to the beautiful dead-leaf color peculiar to the buildings of the country, and within coated with whitewash, like a Spanish posada. A young and beautiful girl, with hair as black as jet, her eyes as velvety as the gazelle's, was leaning with her back against the wainscot, rubbing in her slender delicately moulded fingers a bunch of heath blossoms, the flowers of which she was picking off and strewing on the floor; her arms, bare to the elbow, brown, and modelled after those of the Arlesian Venus, moved with a kind of restless impatience, and she tapped the earth with her arched and supple foot, so as to display the pure and full shape of her well-turned leg, in its red cotton, gray and blue clocked, stocking. At three paces from her, seated in a chair which he balanced on two legs, leaning his elbow on an old wormeaten table, was a tall young man of twenty, or two-and-twenty, who was looking at her with an air in which vexation and uneasiness were mingled. He questioned her with his eyes, but the firm and steady gaze of the young girl controlled his look. "You see, Mercedes," said the young man, "here is Easter come round again; tell me, is this the moment for a wedding?" "I have answered you a hundred times, Fernand, and really you must be very stupid to ask me again." "Well, repeat it, -- repeat it, I beg of you, that I may at last believe it! Tell me for the hundredth time that you refuse my love, which had your mother's sanction. Make me understand once for all that you are trifling with my happiness, that my life or death are nothing to you. Ah, to have dreamed for ten years of being your husband, Mercedes, and to lose that hope, which was the only stay of my existence!" "At least it was not I who ever encouraged you in that hope, Fernand," replied Mercedes; "you cannot reproach me with the slightest coquetry. I have always said to you, `I love you as a brother; but do not ask from me more than sisterly affection, for my heart is another's.' Is not this true, Fernand?" "Yes, that is very true, Mercedes," replied the young man, "Yes, you have been cruelly frank with me; but do you forget that it is among the Catalans a sacred law to intermarry?"

La Mansión del Inglés - "You mistake, Fernand; it is not a law, but merely a custom, and, I pray of you, do not cite this custom in your favor. You are included in the conscription, Fernand, and are only at liberty on sufferance, liable at any moment to be called upon to take up arms. Once a soldier, what would you do with me, a poor orphan, forlorn, without fortune, with nothing but a half-ruined hut and a few ragged nets, the miserable inheritance left by my father to my mother, and by my mother to me? She has been dead a year, and you know, Fernand, I have subsisted almost entirely on public charity. Sometimes you pretend I am useful to you, and that is an excuse to share with me the produce of your fishing, and I accept it, Fernand, because you are the son of my father's brother, because we were brought up together, and still more because it would give you so much pain if I refuse. But I feel very deeply that this fish which I go and sell, and with the produce of which I buy the flax I spin, -- I feel very keenly, Fernand, that this is charity." "And if it were, Mercedes, poor and lone as you are, you suit me as well as the daughter of the first shipowner or the richest banker of Marseilles! What do such as we desire but a good wife and careful housekeeper, and where can I look for these better than in you?" "Fernand," answered Mercedes, shaking her head, "a woman becomes a bad manager, and who shall say she will remain an honest woman, when she loves another man better than her husband? Rest content with my friendship, for I say once more that is all I can promise, and I will promise no more than I can bestow." "I understand," replied Fernand, "you can endure your own wretchedness patiently, but you are afraid to share mine. Well, Mercedes, beloved by you, I would tempt fortune; you would bring me good luck, and I should become rich. I could extend my occupation as a fisherman, might get a place as clerk in a warehouse, and become in time a dealer myself." "You could do no such thing, Fernand; you are a soldier, and if you remain at the Catalans it is because there is no war; so remain a fisherman, and contented with my friendship, as I cannot give you more." "Well, I will do better, Mercedes. I will be a sailor; instead of the costume of our fathers, which you despise, I will wear a varnished hat, a striped shirt, and a blue jacket, with an anchor on the buttons. Would not that dress please you?" "What do you mean?" asked Mercedes, with an angry glance, -"what do you mean? I do not understand you?" "I mean, Mercedes, that you are thus harsh and cruel with me, because you are expecting some one who is thus attired; but perhaps he whom you await is inconstant, or if he is not, the sea is so to him." "Fernand," cried Mercedes, "I believed you were good-hearted, and I was mistaken! Fernand, you are wicked to call to your aid jealousy and the anger of God! Yes, I will not deny it, I do await, and I do love him of whom you speak; and, if he does not return, instead of accusing him of the inconstancy which you insinuate, I will tell you that he died loving me and me only." The young girl made a gesture of rage. "I understand you, Fernand; you would be revenged on him because I do not love you; you would cross your Catalan knife with his dirk. What end would that answer? To lose you my friendship if he were conquered, and see that friendship changed into hate if you were victor. Believe me, to seek a quarrel with a man is a bad method of pleasing the woman who loves that man. No, Fernand, you will not thus give way to evil thoughts. Unable to have me for your wife, you will content yourself with having me for your friend and sister; and besides," she added, her eyes troubled and moistened with tears, "wait, wait, Fernand; you said just now that the sea was treacherous, and he has been gone four months, and during these four months there have been some terrible storms."

La Mansión del Inglés - Fernand made no reply, nor did he attempt to check the tears which flowed down the cheeks of Mercedes, although for each of these tears he would have shed his heart's blood; but these tears flowed for another. He arose, paced a while up and down the hut, and then, suddenly stopping before Mercedes, with his eyes glowing and his hands clinched, -"Say, Mercedes," he said, "once for all, is this your final determination?" "I love Edmond Dantes," the young girl calmly replied, "and none but Edmond shall ever be my husband." "And you will always love him?" "As long as I live." Fernand let fall his head like a defeated man, heaved a sigh that was like a groan, and then suddenly looking her full in the face, with clinched teeth and expanded nostrils, said, -- "But if he is dead" -"If he is dead, I shall die too." "If he has forgotten you" -"Mercedes!" called a joyous voice from without, -"Mercedes!" "Ah," exclaimed the young girl, blushing with delight, and fairly leaping in excess of love, "you see he has not forgotten me, for here he is!" And rushing towards the door, she opened it, saying, "Here, Edmond, here I am!" Fernand, pale and trembling, drew back, like a traveller at the sight of a serpent, and fell into a chair beside him. Edmond and Mercedes were clasped in each other's arms. The burning Marseilles sun, which shot into the room through the open door, covered them with a flood of light. At first they saw nothing around them. Their intense happiness isolated them from all the rest of the world, and they only spoke in broken words, which are the tokens of a joy so extreme that they seem rather the expression of sorrow. Suddenly Edmond saw the gloomy, pale, and threatening countenance of Fernand, as it was defined in the shadow. By a movement for which he could scarcely account to himself, the young Catalan placed his hand on the knife at his belt. "Ah, your pardon," said Dantes, frowning in his turn; "I did not perceive that there were three of us." Then, turning to Mercedes, he inquired, "Who is this gentleman?" "One who will be your best friend, Dantes, for he is my friend, my cousin, my brother; it is Fernand -- the man whom, after you, Edmond, I love the best in the world. Do you not remember him?" "Yes!" said Dantes, and without relinquishing Mercedes hand clasped in one of his own, he extended the other to the Catalan with a cordial air. But Fernand, instead of responding to this amiable gesture, remained mute and trembling. Edmond then cast his eyes scrutinizingly at the agitated and embarrassed Mercedes, and then again on the gloomy and menacing Fernand. This look told him all, and his anger waxed hot. "I did not know, when I came with such haste to you, that I was to meet an enemy here." "An enemy!" cried Mercedes, with an angry look at her cousin. "An enemy in my house, do you say, Edmond! If I believed that, I would place my arm under yours and go with you to Marseilles, leaving the house to return to it no more." Fernand's eye darted lightning. "And should any misfortune occur to you, dear Edmond," she continued with the same calmness which proved to Fernand that the young girl had read the very innermost depths of his sinister thought, "if misfortune should occur to you, I would ascend the highest point of the Cape de Morgion and cast myself headlong from it."

La Mansión del Inglés - Fernand became deadly pale. "But you are deceived, Edmond," she continued. "You have no enemy here -- there is no one but Fernand, my brother, who will grasp your hand as a devoted friend." And at these words the young girl fixed her imperious look on the Catalan, who, as if fascinated by it, came slowly towards Edmond, and offered him his hand. His hatred, like a powerless though furious wave, was broken against the strong ascendancy which Mercedes exercised over him. Scarcely, however, had he touched Edmond's hand than he felt he had done all he could do, and rushed hastily out of the house. "Oh," he exclaimed, running furiously and tearing his hair -- "Oh, who will deliver me from this man? Wretched -- wretched that I am!" "Hallo, Catalan! Hallo, Fernand! where are you running to?" exclaimed a voice. The young man stopped suddenly, looked around him, and perceived Caderousse sitting at table with Danglars, under an arbor. "Well", said Caderousse, "why don't you come? Are you really in such a hurry that you have no time to pass the time of day with your friends?" "Particularly when they have still a full bottle before them," added Danglars. Fernand looked at them both with a stupefied air, but did not say a word. "He seems besotted," said Danglars, pushing Caderousse with his knee. "Are we mistaken, and is Dantes triumphant in spite of all we have believed?" "Why, we must inquire into that," was Caderousse's reply; and turning towards the young man, said, "Well, Catalan, can't you make up your mind?" Fernand wiped away the perspiration steaming from his brow, and slowly entered the arbor, whose shade seemed to restore somewhat of calmness to his senses, and whose coolness somewhat of refreshment to his exhausted body. "Good-day," said he. "You called me, didn't you?" And he fell, rather than sat down, on one of the seats which surrounded the table. "I called you because you were running like a madman, and I was afraid you would throw yourself into the sea," said Caderousse, laughing. "Why, when a man has friends, they are not only to offer him a glass of wine, but, moreover, to prevent his swallowing three or four pints of water unnecessarily!" Fernand gave a groan, which resembled a sob, and dropped his head into his hands, his elbows leaning on the table. "Well, Fernand, I must say," said Caderousse, beginning the conversation, with that brutality of the common people in which curiosity destroys all diplomacy, "you look uncommonly like a rejected lover;" and he burst into a hoarse laugh. "Bah!" said Danglars, "a lad of his make was not born to be unhappy in love. You are laughing at him, Caderousse." "No," he replied, "only hark how he sighs! Come, come, Fernand," said Caderousse, "hold up your head, and answer us. It's not polite not to reply to friends who ask news of your health." "My health is well enough," said Fernand, clinching his hands without raising his head. "Ah, you see, Danglars," said Caderousse, winking at his friend, "this is how it is; Fernand, whom you see here, is a good and brave Catalan, one of the best fishermen in Marseilles, and he is in love with a very fine girl, named Mercedes; but it appears, unfortunately, that the fine girl is in love with the mate of the Pharaon; and as the Pharaon arrived to-day -- why, you understand!" "No; I do not understand," said Danglars. "Poor Fernand has been dismissed," continued Caderousse.

pretending to restrain Caderousse. they do not know that we can see them. "And when is the wedding to be?" he asked." said he. "Oh. in the direction of the Catalans? Look.the lovely Mercedes -." he said. "it is another thing. but he read nothing but envy in a countenance already rendered brutal and stupid by drunkenness. -. the meantime he marries Mercedes -. But I thought you were a Catalan. your eyes are better than mine. and looking at Caderousse like a man who looks for some one on whom to vent his anger. "Why. "and I did not recognize them! Hallo." answered Caderousse.mansioningles. "It is Edmond and Mercedes!" "Ah. filling the glasses. "let us drink to Captain Edmond Dantes. will you?" said Danglars. for Fernand here is so obstinate he will not tell us.La Mansión del Inglés ." Fernand smiled piteously. affecting to pity the young man from the bottom of his heart. you are right -. Danglars?" Danglars shuddered at this unexpected attack. while Danglars had merely sipped his. but it will I should say that would bring him ill-luck. who. he is well-behaved!" . "as surely as Dantes will be captain of the Pharaon -." said Caderousse. "Poor fellow!" remarked Danglars. Danglars?" "No. is she? Is she not free to love whomsoever she will?" "Oh. on whose heart Caderousse's words fell like molten lead. "What do I see down there by the wall. "Never mind -. and they are actually embracing!" Danglars did not lose one pang that Fernand endured. "A lover is never terrible." "Well. Heaven forgive me." said Caderousse. leaned out of the arbor. It was even told me that Fernand. You know wine is a deceiver. never mind. and let us know when the wedding is to be. with the tenacity of drunkards. Fernand dashed his on the ground. and let the lovers make love without interruption. and filling his own for the eighth or ninth time. look at Fernand. now!" said Caderousse. "No. lifting up his head. see there. "Try to stand upright. whose countenance he scrutinized. "Eh. he did not expect to see Dantes return so suddenly -. Dantes! hello. and hand in hand. pouring out a glass of wine for Fernand. and follow his example." During this time Danglars fixed his piercing glance on the young man. "Mercedes is not accountable to any person. was terrible in his vengeance. and on whom the fumes of the wine began to take effect. "Yes. "Well. eh!" stammered Caderousse. perhaps. under any circumstances. Fernand?" he said. least he returns to do that."under any circumstances Fernand is not the only person put out by the fortunate arrival of Dantes. lovely damsel! Come this way. to try and detect whether the blow was premeditated. I believe I see double." "Hold your tongue. and what then?" said Fernand.http://www. if you take it in that sense. eh. in a low voice. it is not yet fixed!" murmured Fernand. but I should say it was two lovers walking side by side. husband of the beautiful Catalane!" Caderousse raised his glass to his mouth with unsteady hand." said "Well. ma foi." "Ah. Fernand. who drank as he spoke. and swallowed the contents at a gulp. is he. "Do you know them." was the reply. or perchance faithless! These things always come on us more severely when they come suddenly. and they told me the Catalans were not men to allow themselves to be supplanted by a rival. you see.he thought he was dead. and turned to Caderousse.

the other overwhelmed with love." said Danglars. smiling." said Dantes. too. and Calabrians. Madame Dantes?" Mercedes courtesied gravely. to call a young girl by the name of her betrothed before he becomes her husband. "I shall get nothing from these fools. So call me Mercedes. for when we have suffered a long time.a sinister smile passed over Danglars' lips -. "I am not proud. and we have lots of time." "We must excuse our worthy neighbor. My friends will be there. but his voice died on his lips. "and we. Danglars." "Your pardon. that is to say. Caderousse. when Mercedes. `Do not give me a title which does not belong to me'. we have great difficulty in believing in good fortune. Dantes?" "Yes.mansioningles. but I am happy. "I merely said you seemed in a hurry. smiling and graceful. Caderousse. "Hallo!" continued Caderousse." replied Danglars. that may bring me bad luck. captain!" "Danglars. I think.http://www. and said -. and happiness blinds. "As soon as possible. or next day at latest." "We are always in a hurry to be happy. I hope. Yet this Catalan has eyes that glisten like those of the vengeful Spaniards." said Caderousse with a chuckle. very well. one after the other. or are you too proud to speak to them?" "No. and to-morrow. Danglars. "he is so easily mistaken. the wedding festival here at La Reserve. M. bowing to the young couple.he will be captain." said Edmond. as the bull is by the bandilleros. Here's an envious fellow making himself boozy on wine when he ought to be nursing his wrath. lifted up her lovely head." he muttered. more than pride. M." "And Fernand. Mercedes and I."That is not my name. and he could not utter a word. was about to rush out. M. is invited!" "My wife's brother is my brother. But it is not selfishness alone that makes me thus in haste." Fernand opened his mouth to reply. should be very sorry if he were absent at such a time. Edmond's star is in the ascendant."unless I take a hand in the affair. Danglars looked at the two men. too. unless" -. the Pharaon cannot be under weigh again in less than three months." "So." said Edmond." he added. and here is a fool who sees the woman he loves stolen from under his nose and takes on like a big baby. "How do you do. and the other has fists big enough to crush an ox at one blow. and looked at them with her clear and bright eyes. probably excited beyond Paris! and will it be the first time you have ever been there. "hallo. the one brutalized by liquor. pricked by Danglars. "and I am very much afraid of being here between a drunkard and a coward. that's an explanation!" said Caderousse. really? -. Unquestionably. At this Fernand recollected her threat of dying if Edmond died. "To-day the preliminaries. and he will marry the splendid girl -. the wedding is to take place immediately. half-rising." . I must go to Paris. and dropped again heavily on his seat. and you. and with his fist on the table. and in my country it bodes ill fortune.La Mansión del Inglés . and seemed to be collecting himself to dash headlong upon his rival. they say. then. to-morrow or next day the ceremony! You are in a hurry. and laugh at us all. M. Edmond! do you not see your friends. to-day all preliminaries will be arranged at my father's. Sicilians. Dantes." "Ah. for he had risen from his seat. Danglars. my dear fellow!" replied Fernand. you are invited. "I will say to you as Mercedes said just now to Caderousse. "Fernand." "Ah. if you please.

then turning round. you know to what I allude. finish the bottle." "You do not know Mercedes." replied Fernand. and you shall find. the last commission of poor Captain is sacred. instead of seeking to remedy your condition." "I have found already. what matter. Dantes. he "Have you business there?" "Not of my own. and you will be completely so." said the words of the gospel." "Pooh! Women say those things." said Edmond with a friendly nod. "you are three parts drunk. "Do you. "To Paris. "I would die myself!" "That's what I call love!" said Caderousse with a voice more tipsy than ever. she would kill herself. or I don't know what love is. this letter gives me an idea -. tearing your hair. "How do I know? Is it my affair? I am not in love with Mademoiselle Mercedes. and do not meddle with what we are discussing. "but how?" "My dear fellow. "you appear to me a good sort of fellow." replied Danglars. and then in a low tone.mansioningles." said Danglars. who had fallen." "It drives me to despair." said Fernand. I should like to help you. no doubt to deliver the letter which the grand marshal gave him. yes. love Mercedes?" "I adore her!" "For long?" "As long as I have known her -.http://www." "Idiot!" muttered Danglars. I understand. "whether she kill herself or not." "And you sit there. my dear sir. you are not yet registered number one on board the good ship Pharaon. what she threatens she will do. and the two lovers continued on their way." "Yes. I did not think that was the way of your people. "Thank you. Ah. seek. "A pleasant journey." "Come. but" -"Yes. and hang me. into his chair. Drink then. Danglars followed Edmond and Mercedes with his eyes until the two lovers disappeared behind one of the angles of Fort Saint Nicolas." . "That's love. "Well. Chapter 4 Conspiracy. but never do them. with the accents of unshaken resolution.a capital idea! Ah. as calm and joyous as if they were the very elect of heaven. but for you -. then. pale and trembling. my friend. I shall only take the time to go and return." said Caderousse.always." "What would you have me do?" said Fernand. who was walking away. but the woman told me that if any misfortune happened to her betrothed. Besides. provided Dantes is not captain?" "Before Mercedes should die. Danglars -." then turning towards Edmond. for that requires all one's wit and cool judgment. "here is a marriage which does not appear to make everybody happy. he perceived Fernand." he cried." "What?" "I would stab the man.La Mansión del Inglés . while Caderousse stammered out the words of a drinking-song." said Danglars to Fernand.

it would. "You talk like a noodle. Dantes. Have you that means?" "It is to be found for the searching. Absence severs as well as death. I like Dantes." and Caderousse began to sing the two last lines of a song very popular at the time." said Caderousse. as you said just now. who. your health. I should like to know." remarked Fernand." and Danglars rose as if he meant to depart. This drunken Caderousse has made me lose the thread of my sentence.http://www. "I say I want to know why they should put Dantes in prison. "should they put Dantes in prison? he has not robbed or killed or murdered. that's all. listened eagerly to the conversation. Say there is no need why Dantes should die. to help you it would be sufficient that Dantes did not marry her you love. but" -"Yes. Dantes is a good fellow. you understand there is no need to kill "I -. for he who himself hates is never mistaken in the sentiments of others. said. "well that's a good one! I could drink four more such bottles. . and the marriage may easily be thwarted. "What was I saying? I forget. adieu. indeed. one seeks revenge" -"What matters that?" muttered Fernand. for it is because they have bad thoughts which they are afraid the liquor will extract from their hearts. they are no bigger than cologne flasks.La Mansión del Inglés . "And why. sir" -."." said Danglars. awaiting with great anxiety the end of this interrupted remark. on my word! I saw you were unhappy. I have answered for you." said Fernand. "You were saving. Dantes. your health!" and he swallowed another glass of wine." "Certainly not." "I! -. but I added. "and when one gets out and one's name is Edmond Dantes. with what sense was left him." persisted Caderousse." Fernand rose impatiently. "Let him run on." "Death alone can separate them.motives of hatred against Dantes? None. Danglars. -`Tous les mechants sont beuveurs d'eau. and turning towards Fernand. I like Dantes. Pere Pamphile. you would like to help me. if you like. so much the worse for those who fear wine. more wine!" and Caderousse rattled his glass upon the table." "Yes." "You said.'* * "The wicked are great drinkers of water As the flood proved once for all. "Well. but one gets out of prison. be a pity he should. he is not much out in what he says. but since you believe I act for my own account. who is a wide-awake. "I know not why you meddle. my dear friend. clever. my friend. you have the means of having Dantes arrested. deep fellow.said Fernand. if. restraining the young man. But why should I meddle in the matter? it is no affair of mine. methinks. "but this I know." "Hold your tongue!" said Danglars. and if the walls of a prison were between Edmond and Mercedes they would be as effectually separated as if he lay under a tombstone. sir. seizing his arm.mansioningles. you have some motive of personal hatred against Dantes. and your unhappiness interested me. and yet Dantes need not die. C'est bien prouve par le deluge. "I won't hold my tongue!" replied Caderousse." "Drunk. who will prove to you that you are wrong." said Caderousse. "and here is Danglars.drunk!" said Caderousse. "drunk as he is. Prove it. Danglars saw in the muddled look of the tailor the progress of his intoxication. get out of the affair as best you may.

that the Spaniards ruminate." "Pen. no. ink. provided it is not to kill the man." The waiter did as he was desired. a bottle of ink. while the French invent. "Well. But Dantes cannot remain forever in undertook to do so. pen. I will supply you with the means of supporting your accusation. "pen. as I shared mine with him." said Fernand. and without my tools I am fit for nothing. I should say. letting his hand drop on the paper.http://www. and paper. emptying his glass. almost overcome by this fresh assault on his senses. yes. or rather dropped." he added. lifted his hand from the paper and seized the glass. ink." muttered Fernand. filling Caderousse's glass. who. and the day when he comes out." Caderousse. his glass upon the table.mansioningles." "Yes." said Danglars. woe betide him who was the cause of his incarceration!" . for instance. Do you find the means.I won't!" "And who has said a word about killing him. and looking at Fernand with his dull and fishy eyes. and this morning offered to share his money with me."Kill Dantes! who talks of killing Dantes? I won't have him killed -. for I know the fact well. "No! -. "there is here wherewithal to kill a man more sure than if we waited at the corner of a wood to assassinate him! I have always had more dread of a pen. "Waiter. -. and paper." said Danglars. rested. for Mercedes has declared she will kill herself if Dantes is killed. and paper. than of a sword or pistol. and a sheet of paper. and paper are my tools." called Fernand loudly. I am a supercargo. ink. "There's what you want on that table. and one day or other he will leave it.the means?" said Fernand. "When one thinks. I hate him! I confess it openly." said the waiter." said Caderousse. Fernand. "the French have the superiority over the Spaniards. now raised it." "The fellow is not so drunk as he appears to be. then. "Well!" resumed the Catalan. "Bring them here.La Mansión del Inglés . then. some one were to denounce him to the king's procureur as a Bonapartist agent" -"I will denounce him!" exclaimed the young man hastily. but they will make you then sign your declaration. "Yes. ink. muddlehead?" replied Danglars. restraining him. then.hurrah!" "But the means -. drink to his health. "and do not interfere with us." "True. The Catalan watched him until Caderousse. "here's to his health! his health -. and confront you with him you have denounced. "We were merely joking." "Do you invent. I won't have Dantes killed -." replied Danglars." said Fernand impatiently. "stay! It is of very little consequence to me at the end of the matter whether you have any angry feeling or not against Dantes. he said. in which he touched at the Island of Elba. "Give him some more wine. "Have you not hit upon any?" asked Danglars. as he saw the final glimmer of Caderousse's reason vanishing before the last glass of wine." Fernand filled Caderousse's glass. I will execute it. who had let his head drop on the table. "that if after a voyage such as Dantes has just made. like the confirmed toper he was.I won't! He's my friend. Dantes' good health!" said "No." resumed Danglars." "Pen. "Yes.

he squeezed it up in his hands and threw it into a corner of the arbor." continued Danglars." said Danglars. Come with us to Marseilles -. "Yes. that one Edmond Dantes. but whose eye was fixed on the denunciatory sheet of paper flung into the corner. amongst the first and foremost.mansioningles. for in no way can it revert to yourself. and write with the left hand (that the writing may not be recognized) the denunciation we "Oh. is informed by a friend of the throne and religion." "What do you mean? you will not? Well. no. this pen. wrote with his left hand. because unable to stand on your legs. and which Fernand read in an undertone: -"The honorable. by a last effort of intellect. "All right!" said Caderousse. "I shall return to the Catalans. "Yes. "I'll take your bet. and I won't have him ill-used. after having touched at Naples and Porto-Ferrajo. `To the king's attorney. had followed the reading of the letter." resumed Danglars." And Danglars. which he handed to Fernand. "and if you continue." and he stretched out his hand to reach the letter. "now your revenge looks like common-sense. and in a writing reversed from his usual style. it would be much better to take. mate of the ship Pharaon.http://www. "if we resolve on such a step. I wish to drink to the health of Edmond and the lovely Mercedes." "You're it is time to return." "Very well. the following lines. or at his father's." said Caderousse. and without staggering. uniting practice with theory. should be sorry if anything happened to Dantes -. "In this case. drunkard. and let us go. "Dantes is my friend. there's liberty for all the world." "I?" said Caderousse. Fernand.the worthy Dantes -. "let's have some more wine." "I will not. and the matter will thus work its own way. rising with all the offended dignity of a drunken man. Danglars. "but I don't want your arm at all. arrived this morning from Smyrna. too!" "Done!" said Danglars. won't you return to Marseilles with us?" "No. the king's attorney. and totally unlike it." said Fernand. dip it into this ink." "Very good." "You have had too much already." . who still remained seated. and that's all settled!" exclaimed Caderousse. just as you like.come along. or in his cabin on board the Pharaon. and that's all settled. there is nothing to do now but fold the letter as I am doing. let us go. rising and looking at the young man. you will be compelled to sleep here. but to-morrow -.' and that's all settled. who. my prince. who will detest you if you have only the misfortune to scratch the skin of her dearly beloved Edmond!" "True!" said Fernand.La Mansión del Inglés . "and as what I say and do is merely in jest. and by the usurper with a letter for the Bonapartist committee in Paris. has been intrusted by Murat with a letter for the usurper. and write upon it. I'll wager I can go up into the belfry of the Accoules. and instinctively comprehended all the misery which such a denunciation must entail. as I now do. taking it from beyond his reach." said Danglars. and Mercedes! Mercedes. Come. "No. "Yes." "And who thinks of using him ill? Certainly neither I nor Fernand. and I. and let the young gentleman return to the Catalans if he chooses. Give me your arm." replied Caderousse." And Danglars wrote the address as he spoke." said Danglars. Proof of this crime will be found on arresting him. "I can't keep on my legs? Why. for the letter will be found upon him." "Yes.look here!" And taking the letter. Come along. I should wish nothing better than that he would come and seek a quarrel with me. only it will be an infamous shame.

" Chapter 5 The Marriage-Feast. effectually confirmed the report. beneath these windows a wooden balcony extended the entire length of the house. and other personal friends of the bride-groom. and as Dantes was universally beloved on board his vessel. With the entrance of M. you don't see straight. who now made his appearance. staggering as he went. composed of the betrothed pair. a moment later M." said Caderousse.http://www. to take him off towards Marseilles by the Porte Saint-Victor. and putting it into his pocket then rush out of the arbor towards Pillon. Various rumors were afloat to the effect that the owners of the Pharaon had promised to attend the nuptial feast. The morning's sun rose clear and resplendent. touching the foamy waves into a network of ruby-tinted light. Danglars and Caderousse were despatched in search of the bride-groom to convey to him the intelligence of the arrival of the important personage whose coming had created such a lively sensation. the whole of whom had arrayed themselves in their choicest costumes. And although the entertainment was fixed for twelve o'clock. "now the thing is at work and it will effect its purpose unassisted. the whole brought up by Fernand. Morrel. who hailed the visit of the shipowner as a sure indication that the man whose wedding feast he thus delighted to honor would ere long be first in command of the ship." "Well. Morrel appeared and was saluted with an enthusiastic burst of applause from the crew of the Pharaon." said Danglars. . and he is going to the city. who had himself assured him of his intention to dine at La Reserve. but ere they had gone many steps they perceived a group advancing towards them. come. whose lips wore their usual sinister smile. a party of young girls in attendance on the bride. The apartment destined for the purpose was spacious and lighted by a number of windows. an hour previous to that time the balcony was filled with impatient and expectant guests. the sailors put no restraint on their tumultuous joy at finding that the opinion and choice of their superiors so exactly coincided with their own. "Well. pick up the crumpled paper.La Mansión del Inglés . in order to do greater honor to the Danglars took advantage of Caderousse's temper at the moment. what a lie he told! He said he was going to the Catalans. The feast had been made ready on the second floor at La Reserve. over each of which was written in golden letters for some inexplicable reason the name of one of the principal cities of France. however. "I should have said not -. with whose arbor the reader is already familiar. stating that he had recently conversed with M. and to beseech him to make haste. When they had advanced about twenty yards. consisting of the favored part of the crew of the Pharaon. Danglars looked back and saw Fernand stoop. Danglars. by whose side walked Dantes' father." said Danglars to himself. Fernand!" "Oh.mansioningles. but all seemed unanimous in doubting that an act of such rare and exceeding condescension could possibly be intended. "why. Morrel. Hallo." said Caderousse. Danglars and Caderousse set off upon their errand at full speed. accompanied by Caderousse. In treacherous wine is!" "Come. "he's gone right enough.

coral lips. Having acquitted themselves of their errand. I pray you. beneath whose heavy tread the slight structure creaked and groaned for the space of several minutes. Morrel descended and came forth to meet it. on the contrary. Dantes himself was simply. As Danglars approached the disappointed lover. -. they were so happy that they were conscious only of the sunshine and the presence of each other. a deep flush would overspread his countenance. have cast down her thickly fringed lashes. stopping when she had reached the centre of the table. to whom he had repeated the promise already given. One more practiced in the arts of great cities would have hid her blushes beneath a veil. but becomingly. so as to have concealed the liquid lustre of her animated eyes.http://www. and exchanged a hearty shake of the hand with Edmond. while Fernand. "Father. the delighted girl looked around her with a smile that seemed to say: "If you are my friends. Morrel." pointing with a soft and gentle smile to Fernand. round. while from his three-cornered hat depended a long streaming knot of white and blue ribbons. and a nervous contraction distort his features. on my left I will place him who has ever been as a brother to me. parading the newly opened gardens of the Tuileries and Luxembourg. beautifully cut and polished. who seemed. at the approach of his patron. just as the brain retains on waking in the morning the dim and misty outline of a dream. Thus he came along. Lovely as the Greek girls of Cyprus or Chios. free step of an Arlesienne or an Andalusian.the latter of whom attracted universal notice. however. on my right hand. that Dantes should be the successor to the late Captain Leclere. who. was pale and abstracted. M. clad in the dress peculiar to the merchant service -. She moved with the light. Danglars and Caderousse took their places beside Fernand and old Dantes. although there still lingered in his mind a faint and unperfect recollection of the events of the preceding Neither Mercedes nor Edmond observed the strange expression of his countenance. "sit. and ripe. followed by the soldiers and sailors there assembled. forthwith conducting her up the flight of wooden steps leading to the chamber in which the feast was prepared. . in their own unmixed content. his aged countenance lit up with happiness. rejoice with me. looking for all the world like one of the aged dandies of 1796. supporting himself on a curiously carved stick. Mercedes boasted the same bright flashing eyes of jet. radiant with joy and happiness. father and son. as he slowly paced behind the happy pair. he would glance in the direction of Marseilles. at least. was gayly followed by the guests. Beside him glided Caderousse. for his lips became ghastly pale. His thin but wiry legs were arrayed in a pair of richly embroidered clocked stockings. with an agitated and restless gaze.a costume somewhat between a military and a civil garb. trimmed with steel buttons. while. or. whose desire to partake of the good things provided for the wedding-party had induced him to become reconciled to the Dantes.La Mansión del Inglés .mansioningles. Edmond. like one who either anticipated or foresaw some great and important event. for I am very happy. but. a more perfect specimen of manly beauty could scarcely be imagined." As soon as the bridal party came in sight of La Reserve. occasionally. and with his fine countenance. The old man was attired in a suit of glistening watered silk." said Mercedes. respectfully placed the arm of his affianced bride within that of M. and even beneath the dark hue of his complexion the blood might be seen retreating as though some sudden pang drove it back to the heart. to have entirely forgotten that such a being as himself existed. but her words and look seemed to inflict the direst torture on him. he cast on him a look of deep meaning. evidently of English manufacture.

my friend?" "Why." returned Dantes. "Do you fear any approaching evil? I should say that you were the happiest man alive at this instant. where fierce. Arlesian sausages. whose laugh displayed the still perfect beauty of his large white teeth. with the exception of the elder Dantes. smiling. merry party. joy takes a strange effect at times." replied Dantes. Morrel. while Fernand. turning pale. and at half-past two o'clock the mayor of Marseilles will be waiting for us at the city hall. the echinus with its prickly outside and dainty morsel within. Dantes. We have purchased permission to waive the usual delay. it seems to oppress us almost the same as sorrow. and from time to time wiped away the large drops of perspiration that gathered on his brow. seemed to start at every fresh sound. fiery dragons defend the entrance and approach. Just assume the tone and manner of a husband. as a quarter-past one has already struck. my worthy friend. Then they began to pass around the dusky. Mercedes looked pleased and gratified. I do not consider I have asserted too much in saying. what ails you?" asked he of Edmond. "you have not attained that honor yet. "Why. that are cast up by the wash of waters on the sandy beach. the rest of the company ranged themselves as they found it most agreeable. if that is what you meant by your observation. Morrel was seated at his right hand. esteemed by the epicures of the South as more than rivalling the exquisite flavor of the oyster." Danglars looked towards Fernand." A general exclamation of surprise ran round the table. Now. "In an hour?" inquired Danglars. -. requiring to be overcome ere victory is ours. Danglars at his left. you are right.La Mansión del Inglés . the clovis. every difficulty his been removed. nay!" cried Caderousse. while. never mind that. and styled by the grateful fishermen "fruits of the sea. who desire nothing better than to laugh and dance the hours away?" "Ah." . "that I am too happy for noisy mirth. in another hour and thirty minutes Mercedes will have become Madame Dantes. restless and uneasy. but. "Now. "How is that." sighed Caderousse. happiness is like the enchanted palaces we read of in our childhood. drawing out his watch. "Man does not appear to me to be intended to enjoy felicity so unmixed." "And that is the very thing that alarms me. and which had just been placed before Mercedes herself. and lobsters in their dazzling red cuirasses.all the delicacies. thus it is. "in an hour and a half she will be.mansioningles. would anybody think that this room contained a happy. I owe every blessing I enjoy. had been occupied in similarly placing his most honored guests. in fact. "Well. neighbor Caderousse. next to my father. and see how she will remind you that your hour is not yet come!" The bride blushed." "The truth is. to whom. prawns of large size and brilliant color. while Fernand grasped the handle of his knife with a convulsive clutch. at the opposite side of the table. 'Tis true that Mercedes is not actually my wife." "Nay. "a man cannot always feel happy because he is about to be married. as he carried to his lips a glass of wine of the hue and brightness of the topaz. "Thanks to the influence of M. During this time. at a sign from Edmond." added he. Mercedes is not yet your wife." "A pretty silence truly!" said the old father of the bride-groom. and monsters of all shapes and kinds.that of being the husband of Mercedes. that. M. it is not worth while to contradict me for such a trifle as that. I own that I am lost in wonder to find myself promoted to an honor of which I feel myself unworthy -. whose excitable nature received and betrayed each fresh impression.http://www." replied Dantes.

however. even so far as to become one of his rival's . Dantes. had effaced every feeling of envy or jealousy at Dantes' good fortune. as though seeking to avoid the hilarious mirth that rose in such deafening sounds. laughingly." answered Danglars. and when I see him sitting there beside his pretty wife that is so soon to be. So. and married to-day at three o'clock! Commend me to a sailor for going the quick way to work!" "But. four days to go." This prospect of fresh festivity redoubled the hilarity of the guests to such a degree. to pace the farther end of the salon. he could not refrain from uttering a deep Fernand closed his eyes. had commented upon the silence that prevailed. "it didn't take long to fix that. Caderousse approached him just as Danglars. now found it difficult. I shall be back here by the first of March." answered Dantes. "So that what we presumed to be merely the betrothal feast turns out to be the actual wedding dinner!" said Danglars." "Oh. Dantes is a downright good fellow. "Upon my word. you see." answered Dantes."upon my word. our papers were quickly written out. and he was compelled to support himself by the table to prevent his falling from his chair. Mercedes has no fortune. and the same to return. to obtain a moment's tranquillity in which to drink to the health and prosperity of the bride and bride-groom." said Caderousse. As for Fernand himself. "don't imagine I am going to put you off in that shabby manner. perceiving the affectionate eagerness of his father.mansioningles. without waiting for a reply and each one seemed to be contented with expressing his or her own thoughts. while Mercedes glanced at the clock and made an expressive gesture to Edmond. that the elder Dantes. and on the second I give my real marriage feast. "No. To-morrow morning I start for Paris.La Mansión del Inglés .the settlement?" "The contract. amid the general din of voices. and. with one day to discharge the commission intrusted to me.the contract -. I have none to settle on her. -. "Upon my word. but when I saw how completely he had mastered his feelings. Around the table reigned that noisy hilarity which usually prevails at such a time among people sufficiently free from the demands of social position not to feel the trammels of etiquette. he was among the first to quit the table. and certainly do not come very expensive. "you make short work of this kind of affair. a burning sensation passed across his brow. in a timid tone. unable to rest. at the commencement of the repast. united with the effect of the excellent wine he had partaken of. he seemed to be enduring the tortures of the damned. but in spite of all his efforts. Fernand's paleness appeared to have communicated itself to Danglars. had joined him in a corner of the room. there was no harm meant. whom Fernand seemed most anxious to avoid. Everybody talked at once. who. he continued. was lost amid the noisy felicitations of the company. which." asked Danglars. Arrived here only yesterday morning. no. and sought out more agreeable companions.http://www. in utter silence. I cannot help thinking it would have been a great pity to have served him that trick you were planning yesterday. "at first I certainly did feel somewhat uneasy as to what Fernand might be tempted to do. Such as at the commencement of the repast had not been able to seat themselves according to their inclination rose unceremoniously. is all the time I shall be absent. responded by a look of grateful pleasure. "how did you manage about the other formalities -. from whose mind the friendly treatment of Dantes." This joke elicited a fresh burst of applause." cried the old man.

with the clanking of swords and military accoutrements. or the value of his freight. wearing his official scarf. then came a hum and buzz as of many voices. "let us go directly!" His words were re-echoed by the whole party. be fulfilled. the door was opened. Who among the persons here assembled answers to the name of Edmond Dantes?" Every eye was turned towards the young man who.he was ghastly pale. advanced with dignity. that future captain of mine is a lucky dog! Gad. I am the bearer of an order of arrest." replied the magistrate. At the same instant his ear caught a sort of indistinct sound on the stairs. but you will be duly acquainted with the reasons that have rendered such a step necessary at the preliminary examination. and a magistrate. what is your pleasure with me?" "Edmond Dantes. Uneasiness now yielded to the most extreme dread on the part of those present. when the beauty of the bride is concerned." continued Danglars. meanwhile. Old Dantes. "in the name of the law!" As no attempt was made to prevent it. Three blows were struck upon the panel of the door. "My worthy friend. and perfectly well knew that it would be as unavailing to seek pity from a magistrate decked with his official scarf. "and wherefore. The sounds drew nearer. He prayed and supplicated in terms so moving. I only wish he would let me take his place. with an almost convulsive spasm.http://www. of Danglars. addressing the magistrate. however. eagerly quitting the table. as to address a petition to some cold marble effigy. against a seat placed near one of the open windows. Your son has probably neglected some prescribed form or attention in registering his cargo. who had assumed an air of utter surprise. "May I venture to inquire the reason of this unexpected visit?" said M. followed by four soldiers and a corporal. "I demand admittance. among whom a vague feeling of curiosity and apprehension quelled every disposition to talk. and although I most reluctantly perform the task assigned be sure!" cried Dantes. "I arrest you in the name of the law!" "Me!" repeated Edmond." "To be sure! -. There are situations which the heart of a father or a mother cannot be made to understand." said a loud voice outside the room. silvery voice of Mercedes. Upon my soul." Caderousse looked full at Fernand attendants. sprang forward. in a firm voice. Morrel. although firm in his duty. I knew there was no further cause for apprehension. followed by the measured tread of soldiery. presented himself. "rely upon every reparation being made. I pray?" "I cannot inform you. with vociferous cheers. nevertheless. whom he evidently knew." replied the magistrate. who had been incessantly observing every change in Fernand's look and manner. frowningly. and it is more than probable he will be set at liberty directly he has given the information required. let me beg of you to calm your apprehensions. The company looked at each other in consternation." "If it be so. it must. He saw before him an officer delegated to enforce the law. and said. "I am he. "Certainly. whether touching the health of his crew. slightly changing color. and almost instantaneously the most deathlike stillness prevailed. so as to deaden even the noisy mirth of the bridal party. At this moment Danglars. and you know we are expected in a quarter of an hour. and. that even the officer was touched." "What is the meaning of all this?" inquired Caderousse. spite of the agitation he could not but feel.La Mansión del Inglés . saw him stagger and fall back. "there is doubtless some mistake easily explained. ." M. "the sacrifice was no trifling one. Morrel felt that further resistance or remonstrance was useless." "Shall we not set forth?" asked the sweet. "two o'clock has just struck. he kindly said.mansioningles.

depend upon it. "nothing more than a mistake. so. which sounded like the sob of a broken heart.La Mansión del Inglés ." "Nonsense. that if it be so. Never mind where he is. you know very well that I tore the paper to pieces. and leaning from the coach he called out. then hastily swallowing it." returned Danglars. Morrel. "this." "No. went to sit down at the first vacant place. when released from the warm and affectionate embrace of old Dantes. that's all. I suppose. each absorbed in grief. The old father and Mercedes remained for some time apart. besides.what should you know about it? -. after having exchanged a cheerful shake of the hand with all his sympathizing friends. "go. and return as quickly as you can!" This second departure was followed by a long and fearful state of terrified silence on the part of those who were left behind. and cannot in the least make out what it is about. to Danglars. to be sure!" responded Danglars." "Hold your tongue. A carriage awaited him at the door. my good fellows." Dantes descended the staircase. and hurry to Marseilles. 'tis an ill turn. "Wait for me here." "That's right!" exclaimed a multitude of voices. dearest Edmond!" cried Mercedes. had surrendered himself to the officer sent to arrest him. "I tell you again I have nothing whatever to do with it. placed next to the seat on which poor Mercedes had fallen half fainting. utterly bewildered at all that is going on. followed by two soldiers and the magistrate. Mercedes -. poured out for himself a glass of water with a trembling hand. stretching out her arms to him from the balcony. "I am. there is some little mistake to clear up. he got in.we shall soon meet again!" Then the vehicle disappeared round one of the turnings of Fort Saint Nicholas. The prisoner heard the cry. let you and I go and see what is to be done for our poor friends. whence I will bring you word how all is going on. and this was. . I feel quite certain. to look after his own affairs. and well deserves to bring double evil on those who have projected it. and with a simultaneous burst of feeling rushed into each other's arms. "So. as every prudent man ought to be. you were drunk!" "Where is Fernand?" inquired Caderousse. to Danglars." whispered Caderousse.I saw it lying in a corner. in a hoarse and choking voice. Instinctively Fernand drew back his chair. but he had disappeared. The scene of the previous night now came back to his mind with startling clearness. "Adieu. "Good-by. all of you!" cried M. The painful catastrophe he had just witnessed appeared effectually to have rent away the veil which the intoxication of the evening before had raised between himself and his memory. adieu." During this conversation. then. "gone. and very likely I may not have to go so far as the prison to effect that. you did not!" answered Caderousse." Caderousse then looked around for Fernand. who had never taken his eyes off Fernand. like yourself. "How do I know?" replied Danglars. "He is the cause of all this misery -. but at length the two poor victims of the same blow raised their eyes.http://www. most likely. "you merely threw it by -. "I will take the first conveyance I find." said he. merely saying. Meanwhile Fernand made his appearance. who had now approached the group.mansioningles. Dantes. preceded by the magistrate. "Make yourselves quite easy.I am quite sure of it. you fool! -. and followed by the soldiers.why." "Oh. is a part of the trick you were concerting yesterday? All I can say is. and the vehicle drove off towards "How can I tell you?" replied he. by mere chance.

you simpleton!" cried Danglars. . however." said the afflicted old father." said the old man. "With being an agent of the Bonapartist faction!" Many of our readers may be able to recollect how formidable such an accusation became in the period at which our story is dated. He was very "I don't think so. Morrel back. you see. he is innocent!" sobbed forth Mercedes. "Surely. there is still hope!" "Hope!" repeated Danglars. Danglars. the old man sank into a chair. I am determined to tell them all about it." said Caderousse. Danglars!" whispered Caderousse. "Ah. and passed a whole day in the island." answered Danglars." answered the other. with a mournful shake of his head. which she had hitherto tried to restrain. my poor child.La Mansión del Inglés . "Now the mischief is out. No doubt. but I cannot suffer a poor old man or an innocent girl to die of grief through your fault. "I think it just possible Dantes may have been detected with some trifling article on board ship considered here as contraband. "of this event?" "Why. "the thing has assumed a more serious aspect than I expected. come. Who can tell whether Dantes be innocent or guilty? The vessel did touch at Elba. A despairing cry escaped the pale lips of Mercedes. Morrel." said one of the party.indeed. Her grief. and that she took in her freight at Alexandria from Pastret's warehouse. "Come. "or I will not answer even for your own safety. "What news?" exclaimed a general burst of voices. Morrel. and at Smyrna from Pascal's." exclaimed Danglars. Danglars." replied M. when the arrow lights point downward on somebody's head. I know she was loaded with cotton. "What think you." "Oh." Meantime the subject of the arrest was being canvassed in every different form." "Now I recollect. "That I believe!" answered M. and discovered poor Dantes' hidden treasures." replied he. indeed -. I could only know what I was told respecting the merchandise with which the vessel was laden. sir. we shall hear that our friend is released!" Mercedes and the old man rushed to meet the shipowner and greeted him at the door. and a convulsive spasm passed over his countenance. paid no heed to this explanation of her lover's arrest." "But how could he have done so without your knowledge. "Good news! good news!" shouted forth one of the party stationed in the balcony on the lookout. "Here comes M. "my poor boy told me yesterday he had got a small case of coffee." "You can. "but still he is charged" -"With what?" inquired the elder Dantes. depend upon it the custom-house people went rummaging about the ship in our absence. that is all I was obliged to know. now. as for that. "be comforted. "one cannot be held responsible for every chance arrow shot into the air." Mercedes.the trick you spoke of last night has been played. but the word seemed to die away on his pale agitated lips. "Hope!" faintly murmured Fernand. he's too stupid to imagine such a scheme.mansioningles. now burst out in a violent fit of hysterical sobbing. turning towards him. and another of tobacco for me!" "There." "Be silent. indeed." "You don't mention those who aided and abetted the deed. grasping him by the arm. my friends. where he quitted it. since you are the ship's supercargo?" "Why. "Alas. and I beg I may not be asked for any further particulars. "you have deceived me -.http://www. I only hope the mischief will fall upon the head of whoever wrought it.

of course he will be set at liberty. "Let us wait. and then caution supplanted generosity." "And did you mention these suspicions to any person beside myself?" "Certainly not!" returned Danglars. my dear Danglars?" asked M." "But meanwhile. let us hope that ere the expiration of that period Dantes will be set at liberty." "Let us go. Morrel. "You understand that." replied Danglars. it is no use involving ourselves in a conspiracy." "Is it possible you were so kind?" "Yes." "'Tis well." . then. casting a bewildered look on his companion. I cannot stay here any longer." "The hypocrite!" murmured Danglars. and who does not altogether conceal what he thinks on the subject. is bound to acquaint the shipowner with everything that occurs. "Poor Dantes!" said Caderousse. "You are a worthy fellow. M. if guilty. had I divulged my own apprehensions to a soul." "Oh. and I had already thought of your interests in the event of poor Edmond having become captain of the Pharaon. led the girl to her home. If he be innocent. wistfully. on his return to the port for the purpose of gleaning fresh tidings of Dantes.La Mansión del Inglés . like myself. should any letters or other documents of a compromising character be found upon him. Then added in a low whisper. and see what comes of it. doubtfully. pleased to find the other so tractable. he overtook his supercargo and Caderousse.mansioningles." continued M. who had now again become the friend and protector of Mercedes. "here is the Pharaon without a captain. for somehow I have perceived a sort of coolness between you. The rumor of Edmond arrest as a Bonapartist agent was not slow in circulating throughout the city. Policar Morrel. why." After their departure. I had previously inquired of Dantes what was his opinion of Now. de Villefort. on Danglars. "that I considered the circumstance of his having anchored at the Island of Elba as a very suspicious circumstance. I should have feared to injure both Edmond and yourself. "Let us take ourselves out of the way. who served under the other government. "since we cannot leave this port for the next three months. on account of your uncle. "Could you ever have credited such a thing. will it not be taken for granted that all who uphold him are his accomplices?" With the rapid instinct of selfishness. Danglars -. but that whoever possessed the good opinion and confidence of the ship's owner would have his preference also. and if he should have any reluctance to continue you in your post." "With all my heart!" replied Danglars. there are many things he ought most carefully to conceal from all else. you know I told you." "And what was his reply?" "That he certainly did think he had given you offence in an affair which he merely referred to without entering into particulars. by all means. I am too well aware that though a subordinate. Morrel." replied Danglars.'tis well!" replied M. "No one can deny his being a noble-hearted young fellow. from M. "Could you have believed such a thing possible?" "Why.http://www. Fernand. the assistant procureur. Morrel. and leave things for the present to take their course. "Suppose we wait a while. while the friends of Dantes conducted the now halffainting man back to his abode. "To be sure!" answered Danglars. you are strongly suspected of regretting the abdication of Napoleon. Caderousse readily perceived the solidity of this mode of reasoning." said he. he gazed. indeed. as.

no." "Thanks." "Oh. waving his hand in token of adieu to Danglars.that will smooth over all difficulties." "Be easy on that score. not breathing a word to any living soul. M. but in the meantime?" "I am entirely at your service. that I had had no hand in it. and that's rather against him. and proceeded in the direction of the Palais de Justice. "but I hear that he is ambitions.http://www. if you did. You will see. I only wish I could see it now as plainly as I saw it lying all crushed and crumpled in a corner of the arbor." "Perhaps not. Danglars -. and either copied it or caused it to be copied. whom I shall endeavor to interest in Edmond's favor. he is a man like ourselves. temporarily. "You see. moving his head to and fro. I fancied I had destroyed it. and I fancy not a bad sort of one." replied Danglars. "the turn things have taken. I will join you there ere long. M." argued Caderousse. let me ask? neither you nor myself. by Heavens." "Then you were aware of Dantes being engaged in a conspiracy?" "Not I. Danglars. and you will see that the storm will pass away without in the least affecting us. "So far. he may have sent the letter itself! Fortunately. that I have unconsciously stumbled upon the truth. if that fool of a Caderousse can be persuaded to hold his tongue.mansioningles. that upon Edmond's release from prison no further change will be requisite on board the Pharaon than for Dantes and myself each to resume our respective posts. for me. I am. and of his being king's attorney. but. and remain perfectly quiet. in spite of that. depend upon it. "all has gone as I would have it." "Well. Morrel. and look carefully to the unloading of her freight. It seems. and it will be so far advantageous to you to accept my services. after the manner of one whose mind was overcharged with one absorbing idea. addressing Caderousse. but do you think we shall be permitted to see our poor Edmond?" "I will let you know that directly I have seen M. and that. however. he did not take the trouble of recopying it. "we shall see." returned M. "I would give a great deal if nothing of the kind had happened." So saying. the handwriting was disguised." "Still. As I before said. nothing more. My only fear is the . I thought the whole thing was a joke. even. the worthy shipowner quitted the two allies." "But who perpetrated that joke." replied Caderousse. Fernand picked it up. that it will turn out an unlucky job for both of us. "You know that I am as capable of managing a ship as the most experienced captain in the service." "Well. de Villefort. with the certainty of being permanently so. I fully authorize you at once to assume the command of the Pharaon. then. How can we be implicated in any way? All we have got to do is. mentally. you knew very well that I threw the paper into a corner of the room -.La Mansión del Inglés . or. but Fernand. "that I can answer for. but yet it seems to me a shocking thing that a mere joke should lead to such consequences. perhaps.indeed. you did not. and bending his steps towards the Allees de Meillan." answered Danglars. then. commander of the Pharaon. Do you still feel any desire to stand up in his defence?" "Not the slightest. Morrel. But now hasten on board." said Danglars. to keep our own counsel. And now I think of it. at least. is Fernand." "Nonsense! If any harm come of it. well. Morrel. and muttering as he went." "Amen!" responded Caderousse. it should fall on the guilty person. Private misfortunes must never be allowed to interfere with business." said "No doubt. I am aware he is a furious royalist. you know.

The guests were still at table. there. yes. and younger members of families. brought up to hate and execrate the man whom five years of exile would convert into a martyr. Morrel had agreed to meet him. a second marriage feast was being celebrated. and fifteen of restoration elevate to the rank of a god. who have driven us from those very possessions they afterwards purchased for a mere trifle during the Reign of Terror. The emperor. to them their evil genius. now king of the petty Island of Elba. Chapter 6 The Deputy Procureur du Roi. It was not over the downfall of the man. the company was strikingly dissimilar. though still noble and distinguished in appearance." added he with a smile. uttered in ten different languages. he is in the hands of Justice. although the occasion of the entertainment was similar. counting as his subjects a small population of five or six thousand souls. "Ah. would be compelled to own. made their fortune by worshipping the rising sun.was looked upon here as a ruined man. In this case. strewed the table with their floral treasures. forbidding eye. their `Napoleon the accursed. were they here. and. for five centuries religious strife had long given increased bitterness to the violence of party feeling. decorated with the cross of Saint Louis. soldiers. an almost poetical fervor prevailed. almost at the same hour with the nuptial repast given by Dantes. he leaped into a boat. and ever will be. however. while the women commented on the divorce of Josephine. But. where chance of Dantes being released. separated forever from any fresh connection with France or claim to her throne. for whom we sacrificed rank. and the ladies.after having been accustomed to hear the "Vive Napoleons" of a hundred and twenty millions of human beings. wealth. -. In one of the aristocratic mansions built by Puget in the Rue du Grand Cours opposite the Medusa fountain. "she will take her own. In a word. and station was truly our `Louis the well-beloved.La Mansión del Inglés ." So saying. where M. This toast. The magistrates freely discussed their political views. officers who had deserted from the imperial army and joined forces with Conde.' while their wretched usurper his been. -. and the heated and energetic conversation that prevailed betrayed the violent and vindictive passions that then agitated each dweller of the South." said the Marquise de Saint-Meran. that they rejoiced. now rose and proposed the health of King Louis XVIII. snatching their bouquets from their fair bosoms. and those belonging to the humblest grade of life. and in this they foresaw for themselves the bright and cheering prospect of a revivified political existence.http://www. yes.' Am I not right. but over the defeat of the Napoleonic idea. excited universal enthusiasm. on the contrary."ah. desiring to be rowed on board the Pharaon. Instead of a rude mixture of sailors. since we were content to follow the fortunes of a falling monarch. while they. An old man. It was the Marquis de Saint-Meran. a woman with a stern. -magistrates who had resigned their office during the usurper's reign. after having held sovereign sway over one-half of the world. recalling at once the patient exile of Hartwell and the peace-loving King of France. the military part of the company talked unreservedly of Moscow and Leipsic. they could not help admitting that the king. despite her fifty years -. Villefort?" . glasses were elevated in the air a l'Anglais.mansioningles. these revolutionists. that all true devotion was on our side. the present assembly was composed of the very flower of Marseilles society.

he is your own for as long as you like. in the year 1814. then. or devotion. I really must pray you to excuse "I beg your pardon. it has been so with other usurpers -. do not strip the latter of his just rights to bestow them on the Corsican. "I do not mean to deny that both these men were revolutionary scoundrels.La Mansión del Inglés ." "Do you know. But there -. . "Never mind. Villefort. who was not half so bad as Napoleon. that you are talking in a most dreadfully revolutionary strain? But I excuse it." replied the young truth -. M. what supplied the place of those fine qualities. and that the 9th Thermidor and the 4th of April." "Marquise. if you please. "that my father was a Girondin. has usurped quite enough. but -. let me tell you." said M. fallen." replied the marquise. it is impossible to expect the son of a Girondin to be free from a small spice of the old leaven. "and that was fanaticism. come. I shall be delighted to answer. that the Bonapartists had not our sincerity. one brings a king within reach of the guillotine. dearest mother. with a profusion of light brown hair. Observe. the other is the equality that degrades. Still. that our respective parents underwent persecution and proscription from diametrically opposite principles. Napoleon is the Mahomet of the West. was. that of Napoleon on the column of the Place Vendome. that while my family remained among the stanchest adherents of the exiled princes. marquise. and had well-nigh lost his head on the same scaffold on which your father perished." answered he. as I trust he is forever." "They had." replied the marquise. the other elevates the people to a level with the throne.that of Robespierre on his scaffold in the Place Louis Quinze. there is always one bright smiling spot in the desert of her heart. and is worshipped by his commonplace but ambitions followers." "Nay. "'tis all my fault for seizing upon M. madame.http://www. "'Tis true. de Villefort. The only difference consists in the opposite character of the equality advocated by these two men. smiling. but he was not among the number of those who voted for the king's death." said a young and lovely girl. madame. "I forgive you. Villefort." "True. to my mind. I would place each of these heroes on his right pedestal -. and that is the shrine of maternal love. I beg to remind you my mother speaks to you. were lucky days for France. however all other feelings may be withered in a woman's nature. he was an equal sufferer with yourself during the Reign of Terror. on one's wedding day there are more agreeable subjects of conversation than dry politics. worthy of being gratefully remembered by every friend to monarchy and civil order.Cromwell. with a look of tenderness that seemed out of keeping with her harsh dry features. madame. "let the young people alone. but also as the personification of equality." said Villefort. who.I was not attending to the conversation. but. Renee." "He!" cried the marquise: "Napoleon the type of equality! For mercy's sake." "Never mind. "but bear in mind. What I was saying. had his partisans and advocates. Napoleon has still retained a train of parasitical satellites. de Villefort." A deep crimson suffused the countenance of Villefort. for take him -. one is the equality that elevates. in proof of which I may remark.mansioningles. without wincing in the slightest degree at the tragic remembrance thus called up. marquise!" interposed the old nobleman who had proposed the toast. what would you call Robespierre? Come. not only as a leader and lawgiver." "If the marquise will deign to repeat the words I but imperfectly caught. enthusiasm. so as to prevent his listening to what you said. and eyes that seemed to float in liquid crystal. Villefort. and that explains how it comes to pass that. however.

" said M. and face to face with Italy. and chamberlain to the Comte d'Artois. "you know very well it was agreed that all these disagreeable reminiscences should forever be laid aside. is too near France. under one frivolous pretext or other. and Naples." replied the count. I have already successfully conducted several public prosecutions. "there are the treaties of 1814. that Villefort will be firm and inflexible for the future in his political principles. the Count Noirtier became a senator. "An island situated on the other side of the equator. and assassinations in the lower. I promise you it affords me as little pleasure to revive it as it does you. and is called Noirtier. the sovereignty of which he coveted for his son.mansioningles. "I am. and we cannot molest Napoleon without breaking those compacts. Villefort. getting up quarrels with the royalists. to separate entirely from the stock from which it sprung. I have hopes of obtaining what I have been for years endeavoring to persuade the marquise to promise." ." replied Villefort. where is that?" asked the marquise. am a stanch royalist. "that the Holy Alliance purpose removing him from thence?" "Yes. and his proximity keeps up the hopes of his partisans. What avails recrimination over matters wholly past recall? For my own part. from hence arise continual and fatal duels among the higher classes of persons. that should there fall in your way any one guilty of conspiring against the government. fearful of it.nay." "Suffer me. of which his brother-in-law is king. who are daily. and condescend only to regard the young shoot which has started up at a distance from the parent tree. where he was born." "Alas. and that at our recommendation the king consented to forget the past." said Villefort. as I do" (and here she extended to him her hand) -." said the Comte de Salvieux. de Saint-Meran's oldest friends. and style myself de Villefort. any more than the wish. "let the past be forever forgotten. now. Remember. "my profession. perhaps. He was -."as I now do at your entreaty. that you will kindly allow the veil of oblivion to cover and conceal the past. I. and brought the offenders to merited punishment. madame. it is a great act of folly to have left such a man between Corsica. "and where is it decided to transfer him?" "To Saint Helena. indeed. probably may still be -." "For heaven's sake. All I ask is. you will be so much the more bound to visit the offence with rigorous punishment. Marseilles is filled with half-pay officers. also." replied the marquise.a Bonapartist. at least." "Dear mother.http://www. at least two thousand leagues from here. As Villefort your father lost no time in joining the new government. and altogether disown his political principles. a perfect amnesty and forgetfulness of the past. But bear in mind. think so?" inquired the marquise. namely." "You have heard. on the contrary. Let what may remain of revolutionary sap exhaust itself and die away with the old trunk. as it is known you belong to a suspected family. one of M. that we have pledged ourselves to his majesty for your fealty and strict loyalty. de Saint-Meran." "With all my heart.La Mansión del Inglés . without having the power. "to add my earnest request to Mademoiselle de Saint-Meran's. But we have not done with the thing yet. as well as the times in which we live. madame. also. compels me to be severe. "So much the better. Villefort!" cried the marquis." interposed Renee." "Bravo." "Unfortunately. and that while the Citizen Noirtier was a Girondin. "excellently well said! Come." "Do you. Napoleon. I have laid aside even the name of my father." returned Villefort. they were talking about it when we left Paris. in the Island of Elba.

can you expect for an instant." responded M. I would not choose to see the man against whom I pleaded smile." cried a beautiful young creature." replied the young magistrate with a smile. The prisoner whom you there see pale. in order to lash one's self into a state of sufficient vehemence and power.a drama of life. and then retiring to rest. the prisoner. Suppose. Of this. and we must trust to the vigilance of M. as though in mockery of my words." "Well. de Villefort. "and in the interesting trial that young lady is anxious to witness. merely because bidden to do so by one he is bound to obey? Besides. well.La Mansión del Inglés . will scruple more to drive a stiletto into the heart of one he knows to be his personal enemy. be assured. "it seems probable that." "Nay. I leave you to judge how far your nerves are calculated to bear you through such a scene. and this can best be effected by employing the most inflexible agents to put down every attempt at conspiracy -. ." "Oh." said a second. M. for instance. becoming more and more terrified. Tbe king is either a king or no king." said the marquise. M." replied the young man. and alarmed. "the strong arm of the law is not called upon to interfere until the evil has taken place. I will not fail to offer you the choice of being present. de Villefort to purify Marseilles of his partisans. my pride is to see the accused pale." Renee uttered a smothered exclamation. and only waiting a favorable opportunity to be buried in my heart?" "Gracious heavens. agitated. certainly. if he be acknowledged as sovereign of France.'tis the best and surest means of preventing mischief. by the aid of the Holy Alliance. de Salvieux. "don't you see how you are frightening us? -. that should any favorable opportunity present itself. we shall be rid of Napoleon. daughter to the Comte de Salvieux. I have already recorded sentence of death. as is more than probable. that he may recommence his mimic woes on the morrow. that one accustomed. he should be upheld in peace and tranquillity. however. and who can say how many daggers may be ready sharpened. instead of -.mansioningles. madame.http://www. the law is frequently powerless to effect this." "Unfortunately." said Renee. "do try and get up some famous trial while we are at Marseilles.well. against the movers of political conspiracies. I am told it is so very amusing!" "Amusing. "that is what I call talking to some purpose. I never was in a law-court. at the word of his commander." "What would you have? 'Tis like a duel. you behold in a law-court a case of real and genuine distress -. one requires the excitement of being hateful in the eyes of the accused. -." "For shame. de Villefort. we shall find some way out of it. agitated. becoming quite pale. and the cherished friend of Mademoiselle de Saint-Meran.and yet you laugh. to have served under Napoleon -." answered Villefort. instead of shedding tears as at the fictitious tale of woe produced at a is the case when a curtain falls on a tragedy -going home to sup peacefully with his family." "Indeed I removed from your sight merely to be reconducted to his prison and delivered up to the executioner. M." "Then all he has got to do is to endeavor to repair it. No. de Villefort!" said Renee. "you surely are not in earnest. and as though beaten out of all composure by the fire of my eloquence. to rush fearlessly on the very bayonets of his foe. than to slaughter his fellow-creatures." "Just the person we require at a time like the present. "Bravo!" cried one of the guests. "There wasn't any trouble over treaties when it was a question of shooting the poor Duc d'Enghien. "Oh. five or six times. the case would only be still more aggravated. "inasmuch as. all it can do is to avenge the wrong done.

com "What a splendid business that last case of yours was." said Villefort with a bow. Villefort looked carefully around to mark the effect of his oratory.observe that the king did not pronounce the word Noirtier. but as regards poor unfortunate creatures whose only crime consists in having mixed themselves up in political intrigues" -"Why. M. my dear Villefort!" remarked a third." said the marquise.'" . Upon my word. "I mean the trial of the man for murdering his father.http://www. my dear Villefort." replied Renee.a physician. your lap-dogs.always to show mercy to those I plead for. you killed him ere the executioner had laid his hand upon him." answered Villefort. for.' said his majesty. There is a wise Latin proverb that is very much in point. good Renee." "Make yourself quite easy on that point." replied Villefort.`Villefort. for instance. had not the noble marquis anticipated my wishes by requesting my consent to it." whispered Villefort. possibly. and embroidery. Then the king. you have promised me least. I should myself have recommended the match.have you not? -. but. placed considerable emphasis on that of Villefort -. but do not meddle with what you do not understand. "but. "Madame. Renee. if so." Having made this well-turned speech. don't you see. as for parricides. for he has to atone for past dereliction." added the incorrigible marquise. who will be sure to make a figure in his profession. and such dreadful people as that.abjured his past errors. interrupted us by saying.La Mansión del Inglés . is a parricide upon a fearfully great scale?" "I don't know anything about that. and I assure you he seemed fully to comprehend that this mode of reconciling political differences was based upon sound and excellent principles. `Villefort' -." said Renee. while I have no other impulse than warm. "Let us hope. with one of his sweetest smiles. the king is the father of his people." "My love.mansioningles. without our suspecting it. he will have achieved a noble work. "I cannot speak Latin." responded the marquise. much as he would have done had he been addressing the bench in open court.a better royalist. my child. decided preference and conviction." "And one which will go far to efface the recollection of his father's conduct. on the contrary. and he who shall plot or contrive aught against the life and safety of the parent of thirty-two millions of souls. "attend to your doves. de Villefort may prove the moral and political physician of this province." interposed Renee." cried the Comte de Salvieux. than his son. "it matters very little what is done to them. Nowadays the military profession is in abeyance and the magisterial robe is the badge of honor. when questioned by his majesty's principal chamberlain touching the singularity of an alliance between the son of a Girondin and the daughter of an officer of the Duc de Conde. that is the very worst offence they could possibly commit. `is a young man of great judgment and discretion. Do you know I always felt a shudder at the idea of even a destroying angel?" "Dear. I hope so -. at the present moment." "Oh. and that he is. "Well." "Cedant arma togae. "I cannot help regretting you had not chosen some other profession than your own -. "I have already had the honor to observe that my father has -. "Do you know. with a mournful smile. and it gave me great pleasure to hear that he was about to become the son-in-law of the Marquis and Marquise de Saint-Meran." cried the marquis. who. as he gazed with unutterable tenderness on the lovely speaker. de Villefort. "that M. "you and I will always consult upon our verdicts. "that is exactly what I myself said the other day at the Tuileries. I like him much. a firm and zealous friend to religion and order -. had overheard our conversation.

is but an anonymous scrawl. a servant entered the room. mate of the ship Pharaon.La Mansión del Inglés . at least. and again taken charge of another letter from the usurper to the Bonapartist club in Paris. Well." "That is true. "I give you his very words. which bids fair to make work for the executioner." cried the marquise. and miserable cheats to fall into M. and certainly his handsome features. dear mother." answered the marquis. "Is it possible?" burst simultaneously from all who were near enough to the magistrate to hear his words. and if the marquis chooses to be candid." "Just the same as though you prayed that a physician might only be called upon to prescribe for headaches." said Villefort. after all. de Villefort's hands. and the stings of wasps. "You were wishing just now. Villefort immediately rose from table and quitted the room upon the plea of urgent business." At this moment. Ample corroboration of this statement may be obtained by arresting the above-mentioned Edmond Dantes. who either carries the letter for Paris about with him.'" "But. measles. and whispered a few words in his ear." said Renee. this day arrived from Smyrna." said Villefort: -"`The king's attorney is informed by a friend to the throne and the religions institutions of his country. that one named Edmond Dantes. Now. he soon. not even that of my betrothal.then I shall be contented. his whole face beaming with delight. "Why. is not even addressed to you. after having touched at Naples and Porto-Ferrajo. lit up as they then were with more than usual fire and animation. however. -. If you wish to see me the king's attorney. "I trust your wishes will not prosper. addressing her. which. I at least resemble the disciples of Esculapius in one thing -that of not being able to call a day my own. then. or any other slight affection of the epidermis. seemed formed to excite the innocent admiration with which she gazed on her graceful and intelligent lover. but to the king's attorney." "And wherefore were you called away just now?" asked Mademoiselle de Saint-Meran. were a conspirator to fall into your hands. if my information prove "Is it possible the king could have condescended so far as to express himself so favorably of me?" asked the enraptured Villefort." "Can I believe my ears?" cried the marquise. has been the bearer of a letter from Murat to the usurper." "How dreadful!" exclaimed Renee. you must desire for me some of those violent and dangerous diseases from the cure of which so much honor redounds to the physician. or has it at his father's abode. he will confess that they perfectly agree with what his majesty said to him." "For my part. turning pale. "this letter." interposed Renee. a sort of Bonaparte conspiracy has just been discovered. "For a very serious matter. poor debtors. then it will assuredly be discovered in the cabin belonging to the said Dantes on board the Pharaon.mansioningles. and as though the utterance of Villefort's wish had sufficed to effect its accomplishment. Renee regarded him with fond affection. "I will read you the letter containing the accusation. "How much do I owe this gracious prince! What is there I would not do to evince my earnest gratitude!" "That is right." . Should it not be found in the possession of father or son.http://www. returned. he would be most welcome. and that Providence will only permit petty offenders. "I love to see you thus. "that I were a doctor instead of a lawyer. when he went six months ago to consult him upon the subject of your espousing his daughter. with an air of deep interest.

then. unless he goes forth under the especial protection of the headsman. Villefort quitted the room. Already rich. but that gentleman being absent. as much as to say. like a finished actor. than he assumed the grave air of a man who holds the balance of life and death in his hands." and receiving a sweet and approving smile in return. I will be most inflexibly severe. "Fear not. but if the charges brought against this Bonapartist hero prove correct. my friend. "Nay. by his orders." "And where is the unfortunate being?" asked Renee." "These are mournful auspices to accompany a betrothal. "your folly exceeds all bounds. "do not neglect your duty to linger with us. opened his letters. as it should have been. I promise to show all the lenity in my power. "Nay. Now." "Then the guilty person is absolutely in custody?" said the marquise." answered Villefort. and besides her personal attractions. clasping her hands." then casting an expressive glance at his betrothed. Gerard de Villefort was as happy as a man could be. in spite of the mobility of his countenance. child!" exclaimed the angry marquise." "He is in safe custody.http://www. his secretary. which seemed to say. and looking towards her lover with piteous earnestness. Except the recollection of the line of politics his father had adopted. as became a deputy attorney of the king. I should be glad to know what connection there can possibly be between your sickly sentimentality and the affairs of the state!" "O mother!" murmured Renee. you really must give me leave to order his head to be cut off." sighed poor Renee. "I must try and fancy 'tis your dear hand I kiss. Madame de Saint-Meran extended her dry bony hand to Villefort. my sweet Renee. "She will soon get over these things. and must go wherever that service calls you. come. if the letter is found. but not finding me. dear mother. and leaning over her chair said tenderly." Renee shuddered. -"To give you pleasure. he had carefully studied before the glass. "and rely upon it. No sooner had Villefort left the salon. He was about to marry a young and charming woman. unless he acted with the greatest "True. looked at Renee. Chapter 7 The Examination. "be merciful on this the day of our betrothal. though only twenty-seven. which were very great. he held a high official situation. madame." So saying. You are the king's servant. I pray you pardon this little traitor. Villefort. the command of which. why. Mademoiselle de Saint-Meran's . for your dear sake my justice shall be tempered with mercy." said the marquise." interrupted the marquise. "He is at my house. while imprinting a son-in-law's respectful salute on it. thinking this one of importance. with his own career. "Upon my word. You know we cannot yet pronounce him guilty. who." "O Villefort!" cried Renee.La Mansión del Inglés . I promise you that to make up for her want of loyalty. he will not be likely to be trusted abroad again. but reasonably. he sent for me." "Come. "Never mind that foolish girl. and which might interfere.mansioningles. took upon himself to give the necessary orders for arresting the accused party. whom he loved." The young man passed round to the side of the table where the fair pleader sat. it was by no means easy for him to assume an air of judicial severity. say the accused person. not passionately.

in company with a great many others. approached. who seemed to have been waiting for him. there is not a better seaman in all the merchant service. and yet be. arrested in a tavern. as if he wished to apply them to the owner himself. mate of my vessel. interceding for another. Morrel reddened." This give us sounded revolutionary in the deputy's ears. of course. M. Oh. of Marseilles. and said. no. be. he composed his face. -"You are aware. and that if he be innocent you shall not have appealed to me in vain. the other suspected of Bonapartism." murmured he. M. which they would. He is the most estimable. and I will venture to say. in this present epoch." Villefort.they have just arrested Edmond Dantes. sir. the prospect of seeing her fortune increased to half a million at her father's death. I beseech your indulgence for him. and give him back to us soon." "Oh. as we have seen. he entered. de Villefort." replied Villefort. The prisoner himself is named Edmond Dantes." "I know it. now inform me what you have discovered concerning him and the conspiracy. that a man may be estimable and trustworthy in private life. "I have read the letter. Villefort looked disdainfully at Morrel. Some of your people have committed the strangest mistake -. and belonging to Morrel & Son. who family possessed considerable political influence." "How old?" "Nineteen or twenty at the most. impunity would furnish a dangerous example.La Mansión del Inglés ." Then he added. and you have acted rightly in arresting this man. "and I am now going to examine him. be guilty. carried away by his friendship. a man. "Monsieur. "Ah. mate on board the three-master the Pharaon. ." At this moment. coldly saluted the shipowner. "I am delighted to see you. Is it not true?" The magistrate laid emphasis on these words. the first was a royalist. The dowry of his wife amounted to fifty thousand crowns. The sight of this officer recalled Villefort from the third heaven to earth. He replied. after having. de Villefort. and replied. monsieur. exert in his favor. monsieur. a great criminal." "We know nothing as yet of the conspiracy. "Ah. politically speaking. it was M. Morrel to the plebeian. should he. ah. de Villefort. as we have before described. belonged to the aristocratic party at Marseilles. all the papers found have been sealed up and placed on your desk. besides. had himself need of indulgence. and I do." "Before he entered the merchant service. the most trustworthy creature in the world. however. "you do not know him. At the door he met the commissary of police. and what the emperor had said to him. as if petrified. trading in cotton with Alexandria and Smyrna. that his protector thus employs the collective form? He was. embarrassed him. and the best seaman in the merchant service. M. and as Villefort had arrived at the corner of the Rue des Conseils. These considerations naturally gave Villefort a feeling of such complete felicity that his mind was fairly dazzled in its contemplation. what Dantes had told him of his interview with the grand-marshal. who was waiting for him. for his own conscience was not quite clear on politics. "is Dantes then a member of some Carbonari society.http://www. while his eyes seemed to plunge into the heart of one who. monsieur. Morrel. and he had. which adjoined the Palais de Justice." said Morrel." As he had now arrived at the door of his own house. if I recollect. as you always are. he is very young. and I must do my duty." cried he. you may rest assured I shall perform my duty impartially. -"I entreat you. kind and equitable. monsieur.mansioningles. however. besides. had he ever served in the marines?" "Oh.

"Go on." "Your age?" continued Villefort. that a police agent had given to him on his entry. while seeming to read the thoughts of others." "Tell me on which point you desire information. saying. "Nineteen. "What would you have me say?" "Give all the information in your power. Villefort traversed the ante-chamber. and he was summoned from his own happiness to destroy that of another. "Bring in the prisoner. Morrel & Son. who had never heard anything of the kind." thought he. in the midst of whom. composed his features." Rapid as had been Villefort's glance. was struck with this coincidence. I am on the point of marrying a young girl I have been attached to for three years. looked round for a seat. his voice slightly tremulous.http://www. forgetting the difference between the two words. the feelings of compassion that were rising. "My name is Edmond Dantes. but was not sorry to make this inquiry. who. Villefort's first impression was favorable. had swelled to voluminous proportions. and that. An instant after Dantes entered.that look peculiar to the magistrate. but calm and smiling.mansioningles. turning over a pile of papers." added he. The ante-chamber was full of police agents and gendarmes. containing information relative to the prisoner.La Mansión del Inglés . cast a side glance at Dantes. while Dantes awaited further questions. "Who and what are you?" demanded Villefort. He was pale. de Villefort and the radiant face of Mercedes. shuddering in spite of himself." returned Dantes. and taking a packet which a gendarme offered him." Villefort." said Villefort. . monsieur." "Have you served under the usurper?" "I was about to be mustered into the Royal Marines when he fell. surprised in the midst of his happiness. impassive as he was. Villefort turned to Dantes. "I am mate of the Pharaon. -. on the spot where Villefort had left him. in an hour's time. "I warn you I know very little. stood the prisoner. it had served to give him an idea of the man he was about to interrogate. but calm and collected. When this speech was arranged. It was then that he encountered for the first time Villefort's look. the antithesis by which orators often create a reputation for eloquence. as if he had been in M. but he had been so often warned to mistrust first impulses.he also was on the point of being married. that he applied the maxim to the impression." replied the young man calmly. carefully watched. as if it were an accusation. grim and sombre. He stifled. de Saint-Meran's. "You were at the festival of your marriage?" said the deputy. so great was the contrast between the sombre aspect of M. only." said he. therefore." said the young man. He had recognized intelligence in the high forehead. struck a sympathetic chord in his own bosom -. courage in the dark eye and bent brow. Morrel's salon." and he arranged mentally. "Yes. "What were you doing at the moment you were arrested?" "I was at the festival of my marriage. "will make a great sensation at M. and the tremulous voice of Dantes. so great was the contrast between that happy moment and the painful ceremony he was now undergoing. thanks to the corrupt espionage of which "the accused" is always made the victim. at his desk. sir. betrays nothing of his own. monsieur. and sat down. belonging to Messrs. and frankness in the thick lips that showed a set of pearly teeth. "This philosophic reflection. and I will tell all I know. and saluting his judge with easy politeness. already. with a smile." "It is reported your political opinions are extreme.

" said Villefort. who had watched the change on his physiognomy. and would no longer call me a decapitator. As we had no doctor on board. not as a prisoner to a judge. internally. If I obtain the situation I desire." As Dantes spoke. Captain Leclere was attacked with a brain fever. because he was happy. but as one man to another who takes an interest in him. and a sweet kiss in private. I confess.simple. I am very fortunate. I never had any opinions. but as an elder brother. Morrel. perhaps. who. Then. monsieur. "have you any enemies." "Well. I know nothing. I hope she would be satisfied.I love my father. had besought his indulgence for him. when we quitted Naples. I will depart from the strict line of my duty to aid you in discovering the author of this accusation. eloquent with that eloquence of the heart never found when sought for." "You are wrong. Dantes seemed full of kindness.http://www. for I am too young. I swear by my honor as a sailor. I will tell you the real facts. -. I have no part to play. -"No. Villefort's face became so joyous. I do not know the writing.La Mansión del Inglés . and what you say may possibly be the case. Here is the paper. I am hardly nineteen. -. what truth is there in the accusation contained in this anonymous letter?" And Villefort threw disdainfully on his desk the letter Dantes had just given back to him. but if such persons are among my acquaintances I prefer not to know it. Whoever did it writes well. and presented it to Dantes. monsieur. somewhat too hasty. that he would not touch . Villefort gazed at his ingenuous and open countenance. Dantes read it. sir. You are about to become captain at nineteen -. I shall owe it to elevated post. by the life of my father" -"Speak. "Pardieu. do you know the writing?" As he spoke. looking gratefully at Villefort. at least. "Sir. you should always strive to see clearly around you." And by the rapid glance that the young man's eyes shot forth. every word the young man uttered convinced him more and more of his innocence. "Alas." said Villefort. full of affection for everybody. was smiling also. I have had ten or twelve sailors under me." Full of this idea." said the deputy. sir. "he is a noble fellow. for he was scarcely a man. by my love for Mercedes. and because happiness renders even the wicked good -." "You are right. that is. without knowing who the culprit was. As for my disposition. but private -are confined to these three sentiment. A cloud passed over his brow as he said. "Now. spite of Villefort's severe look and stern accent. This. the "My political opinions!" replied Dantes. you are about to marry a pretty girl. I shall have at least a pressure of the hand in public. and if you question them. With the deputy's knowledge of crime and criminals.mansioningles. because then I should be forced to hate them. "to be examined by such a man as you.I will not say public. "my position is not sufficiently elevated for that. I hope I shall gain Renee's favor easily by obeying the first command she ever imposed on me. and recollected the words of Renee. that when he turned to Dantes. Villefort drew the letter from his pocket." added he. is all I can tell you. and these two pieces of good fortune may have excited the envy of some one. "None at all. You seem a worthy young man. I respect M. who loves you. "If Renee could see me. and you see how uninteresting it is. and he was so anxious to arrive at Elba. not as a father. you know men better than I do. that you know. but I have striven to repress it.extended his affection even to his judge. natural. for this envious person is a real enemy. This lad. and yet it is tolerably plain. "answer me frankly. Thus all my opinions -. they will tell you that they love and respect me." said Villefort." "But you may have excited jealousy. and I adore Mercedes." "I have enemies?" replied Dantes. Morrel. Villefort saw how much energy lay hid beneath this mildness.

captain. ask for the grandmarshal. already told you.http://www. and. Paris. and go and rejoin your friends. Give up this letter you have brought from Elba.' replied I. I landed here. now began to feel a tenfold alarm. and went on shore alone. At these words he gave me a ring. whom I found more lovely than ever. but first give me this letter.two hours after he was delirious. and this imprudence was in obedience to the orders of your captain. it was imprudence. and I should have been married in an hour. then?" asked Dantes." replied Villefort. `My dear Dantes. "I have. You will accomplish what I was to have done. "I was forced to read the address to know to whom to give it. I was entirely ignorant of the contents of the letter. growing still paler.' "`I swear. the next day he died.' said he. I undertook it because it was what my captain had bade me do." said Dantes. sir. and to-morrow I intended to start for Paris. but you knew the name of the person to whom it was addressed. then. and remove every difficulty." "Stop a moment. however. for it was taken from me with some others which I see in that packet. had I not been arrested on this charge which you as well as I now see to be unjust. for it is a matter of the deepest importance. "To whom is it addressed?" "To Monsieur Noirtier. As I had expected." "Yes. sir?" cried Dantes joyfully. and pass your word you will appear should you be required. Rue Coq-Heron. and what every one would have done in my place.mansioningles. It was time -. all the forms were got over. captain. He questioned me concerning Captain Leclere's death. I found some difficulty in obtaining access to the grand-marshal." "It is a conspiracy. drew forth the fatal letter. and was instantly admitted. No. and charge you with a at any other port. Noirtier. disembark at Porto-Ferrajo. regulated the affairs of the vessel. Everywhere the last requests of a dying man are sacred. but with a sailor the last requests of his superior are commands. and bear up for the Island of Elba. at my marriage-feast. I sailed for the Island of Elba." Had a thunderbolt fallen into the room." said the deputy.' "`I will do it. and hastily turning over the packet. as after my death the command devolves on you as mate. "I am free.' said the captain. I ordered everybody to remain on board." said Villefort. gave me a letter to carry on to a person in Paris. 13. feeling he was dying. he called me to him. "Yes. as I told you. "Yes. "`Well." "Ah. in a word I was. If you have been culpable." said Villefort. but perhaps I shall not be admitted to the grand marshal's presence as easily as you expect?' "`Here is a ring that will obtain audience of him." "You have it already. who after believing himself free. at which he glanced with an expression of terror. Thanks to M. as Dantes took his hat and gloves. Rue Coq-Heron. "this seems to me the truth. his disorder rose to such a height. give him this letter -. "a faithful servant of the king does not know conspirators. but I sent the ring I had received from the captain to him. and hastened to visit my affianced bride. Villefort could not have been more stupefied. assume the command. where I arrived the next day. "do you know him?" "No." . that at the end of the third day. "M. Morrel. `swear to perform what I am going to tell you. He sank into his seat." murmured he.perhaps they will give you another letter. as the latter had told me." "And what did you do then?" "What I ought to have done.La Mansión del Inglés . and derive all the honor and profit from it.

" exclaimed Dantes. and I will obey. but advice I give you. "Oh. but I will strive to make it as short as possible.Villefort approached the fire. on my honor." "I shall detain you until this evening in the Palais de Justice. -"Sir. but in vain. Villefort covered his face with his hands. Noirtier?" "Everybody. glancing toward the grate." continued Villefort. I destroy it?" "Oh." Dantes waited. "And you say that you are ignorant of the contents of this letter?" "I give you my word of honor. "you are goodness itself. it was a temporary indisposition. suddenly. It is for me to give orders here.http://www." replied Dantes proudly. but raised his head at the expiration of a few seconds. and I will follow your advice." "I want none. but do not breathe a word of this letter. "In heaven's name!" cried the unhappy young man. "To no one. to restore you immediately to liberty. answer me. expecting a question. and in a tone he strove to render firm. say to him what you have said to me. monsieur." "Monsieur. and not you. Villefort fell back on his chair." continued he." "Oh. and waited until it was entirely consumed. and again perused the letter." "Well.mansioningles. rising hastily. "you have been rather a friend than a judge. "Oh." "Listen. and the prisoner who reassured him. "you can now have confidence in me after what I have done." "Listen. becoming still more pale. his white lips and clinched teeth filled Dantes with apprehension. "stay where you are. "You see. "Oh. Attend to yourself. before doing so." It was Villefort who seemed to entreat. and." cried he. After reading the letter." "Speak. Villefort's brow darkened more and more. I must consult the trial "Have you shown this letter to any one?" asked Villefort. "what is the matter?" Villefort made no answer. read the letter." Villefort made a violent effort." cried Dantes. cast it in." murmured Villefort. "but what is the matter? You are ill -shall I ring for assistance? -. if he knows the contents of this!" murmured he. where fragments of burnt paper fluttered in the flames. "and that Noirtier is the father of Villefort. I must detain you some time longer." "Oh.shall I call?" "No. The principal charge against you is this letter. . Should any one else interrogate you. except the person who gave it to me. moist with perspiration. as I had hoped. passed his hand over his brow." said he." said Villefort. for the third time. command." "Everybody is ignorant that you are the bearer of a letter from the Island of Elba. question me.La Mansión del Inglés . "You see. "it was only to summon assistance for you. this is not a command. "if you doubt me." said Dantes timidly." "And that was too much. far too much. what my own feeling is you already know." said Dantes. "the letter is destroyed. sir. it is impossible to doubt it. I will answer you. you and I alone know of its existence. and you see" -. and addressed to M. I am lost!" And he fixed his eyes upon Edmond as if he would have penetrated his thoughts." "I promise. "I am no longer able.

" "I swear it. Chapter 8 The Chateau D'If. convinced they were about to liberate him. "Are you come to fetch me?" asked he. At last. the two gendarmes gently pushed him forward. and his haggard eyes were fixed in thought. resounded still in his ears like a promise of freedom." replied a gendarme." "It was the only letter you had?" "It was. Dantes saw a door with an iron wicket. It was four o'clock when Dantes was placed in this chamber. I will deny it." "Swear it.http://www. He had advanced at first. -." Villefort rang. the massy oaken door flew open. which might have ruined me. who seemed to interest himself so much. After numberless windings. By the torchlight Dantes saw the glittering sabres and carbines of four gendarmes. but grated and barred. The commissary of police. be questioned. "and from this letter. and a flood of light from two torches pervaded the apartment.a sombre edifice. The obscurity augmented the acuteness of his hearing. The Palais de Justice communicated with the prison." murmured he. and you are saved. the 1st of March. and its appearance.La Mansión del Inglés . to which the officer replied by a motion of his head. "By the orders of the deputy procureur?" . A police agent entered. about ten o'clock. but stopped at the sight of this display of force. ." "Be satisfied." said Villefort to Dantes. did not greatly alarm him. the bolts creaked. deny all knowledge of it -. as we have said. A door that communicated with the Palais de Justice was opened. whose appearance might have made even the boldest shudder. The commissary took up an iron mallet and knocked thrice. Villefort whispered some words in his ear. It was. "Alas. The door opened. therefore. as he traversed the ante-chamber. a smile played round his set mouth. who placed themselves one on Dantes' right and the other on his left. alas. "This will do.deny it boldly. every blow seeming to Dantes as if struck on his heart. Oh.mansioningles. The air he inhaled was no longer pure. but the sound died away. and they went through a long range of gloomy corridors. the words of Villefort. must your past career always interfere with my successes?" Suddenly a light passed over his face. and Dantes sank again into his seat. steps were heard in the corridor.he was in prison. Dantes saluted Villefort and retired. This accursed letter would have destroyed all my hopes. and the door closed with a loud sound behind him. and just as Dantes began to despair." said he. at the slightest sound he rose and hastened to the door. I will make my fortune. Now to the work I have in hand. that from its grated windows looks on the clock-tower of the Accoules." And after having assured himself that the prisoner was gone. my father. the deputy procureur hastened to the house of his betrothed. "Yes. He was conducted to a tolerably neat chamber. therefore. a key turned in the lock. besides. and the prisoner was soon buried in darkness. but thick and mephitic. Hardly had the door closed when Villefort threw himself half-fainting into a chair. made a sign to two gendarmes. "if the procureur himself had been at Marseilles I should have been should you. "Follow him.

approached the guardhouse. answered Dantes' question.they were grated." "But still" -"We are forbidden to give you any explanation. Dantes folded his hands. which was locked. "I believe so. Dantes was about to speak. for he passed before La Reserve. a dozen soldiers came out and formed themselves in order." Dantes. had not the deputy. They advanced towards a boat. who had been so kind to him. for he saw between the ranks of the soldiers a passage formed from the carriage to the port. and prayed fervently. They had passed the Tete de Morte.for air is freedom. "You will soon know. knew that nothing would be more absurd than to question subordinates. Besides. The prisoner glanced at the windows -. He was not bound. near the quay. to the port. which a custom-house officer held by a chain. without speaking a word. in the Frioul and outside the inner harbor. while the officer stationed himself at the bow. and by the Rue Saint-Laurent and the Rue Taramis. Soon he saw the lights of La Consigne. raised his eyes to heaven. then he was ordered to alight and the gendarmes on each side of him followed his example. trained in discipline. and four sturdy oarsmen impelled it rapidly towards the Pilon. told him that provided he did . he advanced calmly. where he had that morning been so happy. The soldiers looked at Dantes with an air of stupid curiosity.La Mansión del Inglés . the coachman was on the box. At a shout from the boat. The two gendarmes who were opposite to him descended first. "Is this carriage for me?" said Dantes. they were going to leave him on some distant point. and. The officer opened the door. this seemed a good augury. A carriage waited at the door. between the gendarmes. The boat continued her voyage. as Dantes knew. The prisoner's first feeling was of joy at again breathing the pure air -. were now off the Anse du Pharo. but he soon sighed. the two others took their places opposite. perhaps." The conviction that they came from M. and having neither the power nor the intention to resist. and placed himself in the centre of the escort. who were forbidden to reply. The boat they were in could not make a long voyage. but feeling himself urged forward. "It is for you. the officer descended. and so he remained silent. de Villefort relieved all Dantes' apprehensions. The most vague and wild thoughts passed through his mind. he had changed his prison for another that was conveying him he knew not whither.http://www. he mounted the steps. a shove sent the boat adrift. there was no vessel at anchor outside the harbor. and now through the open windows came the laughter and revelry of a ball. and a police officer sat beside him." replied a gendarme. The carriage stopped. Dantes saw they were passing through the Rue Caisserie. he thought. the chain that closes the mouth of the port was lowered and in a second they were. In an instant he was placed in the stern-sheets of the boat. This manoeuvre was incomprehensible to Dantes. and the carriage rolled heavily over the stones. and was in an instant seated inside between two gendarmes. Dantes saw the reflection of their muskets by the light of the lamps on the quay. "Whither are you taking me?" asked he. "Can all this force be summoned on my account?" thought he. nor had they made any attempt to handcuff him.mansioningles. and about to double the battery. Through the grating.

striving to pierce through the darkness. but there is no occasion to squeeze so hard. when he saw rise within a hundred yards of him the black and frowning rock on which stands the Chateau d'If. While he had been absorbed in thought." said Dantes. Dantes turned to the nearest gendarme. I entreat. where the lighthouse stood. Are there any magistrates or judges at the Chateau d'If?" "There are only." "That is impossible. do not look so astonished. the boat went on. In spite of his repugnance to address the guards." "But my orders." "Look round you then. you must know. This gloomy fortress. to tell me where we are going. in half an hour. and I promise you on my honor I will submit to my fate. Come. a loyal Frenchman. the boat was now moving with the wind. "You think. come. turnkeys. But pride restrained him and he did not utter it. as a Christian and a soldier. who returned for answer a sign that said. or have never been outside the harbor. seemed to Dantes like a scaffold to a malefactor. he had nothing to apprehend? Had not Villefort in his presence destroyed the fatal letter." "Have you no idea whatever?" "None at all. Dantes turned and perceived that they had got out to sea. An intervening elevation of land hid the light." The gendarme looked irresolutely at his companion. Mercedes was the only one awake in the whole not pronounce the dreaded name of Noirtier. and Dantes saw that it came from Mercedes' chamber. and were now opposite the Point des Catalans." said he." and the gendarme replied." . "that I am taken to the Chateau d'If to be imprisoned there?" "It is probable. "it is only used for political prisoners. and a sailor. It seemed to the prisoner that he could distinguish a feminine form on the beach. tell me where you are conducting me. or you will make me think you are laughing at me in return for my good nature." "I do not. They had left the Ile Ratonneau. "what are we going there for?" The gendarme smiled. What would his guards think if they heard him shout like a madman? He remained silent. A loud cry could be heard by her. "I adjure you. for it was there Mercedes dwelt. "a governor.mansioningles. his eyes fixed upon the light. -"You are a native of Marseilles. You see I cannot escape." "I swear to you it is true. but the prisoner thought only of Mercedes." Dantes rose and looked forward. and good thick walls. which has for more than three hundred years furnished food for so many wild legends. "The Chateau d'If?" cried he." said the gendarme.La Mansión del Inglés . -"Comrade. or an hour.http://www. I have no idea." said he. a garrison." "Your orders do not forbid your telling me what I must know in ten minutes. I am Captain Dantes. and taking his hand. they had shipped their oars and hoisted sail." "Unless you are blind. and yet you do not know where you are going?" "On my honor. the only proof against him? He waited silently. then. "I am not going there to be imprisoned. "I see no great harm in telling him now. Tell me. thought accused of treason. How was it that a presentiment did not warn Mercedes that her lover was within three hundred yards of her? One light alone was visible. on the right. even if I intended." Dantes pressed the gendarme's hand as though he would crush it. I have committed no crime.

Dantes sprang forward to precipitate himself into the sea. an under-jailer. the gendarmes released him. leaving stamped upon the prisoner's mind the dim reflection of the dripping walls of his dungeon. de Villefort's promises?" "I do not know what M. during which he strove to collect his thoughts. but gnashing his teeth and wringing his hands with fury. that terrible barrier against freedom. which the gendarme's practiced eye had perceived. But what are you doing? Help. but I will not disobey the second. death in a boat from the hand of a gendarme seemed too terrible. But he bethought him of M. my friend." "And so. who felt the muzzle against his temple. "Let him follow me. a cord creaked as it ran through a pulley. At this moment the boat came to a landing with a violent shock. and.La Mansión del Inglés . he was conscious that he passed through a door." And he levelled his carbine at Dantes. comrades. and fresh straw. He fell back cursing with rage. I will blow your brains out. with orders to leave Dantes where he was. Dantes was alone in darkness and in silence -. ill-clothed. whose bare and reeking walls seemed as though impregnated with tears. The prisoner followed his guide. "but I know we are taking you to the Chateau d'If. the jailer disappeared. I will take him to his cell. taking him by the arms and coat-collar. and dragged him towards the steps that lead to the gate of the fortress. They seemed awaiting orders. but four vigorous arms seized him as his feet quitted the bottom of the boat. "Here is your chamber for to-night. . de Villefort's promise." "Go!" said the gendarmes. Certain Dantes could not escape. Tomorrow. taking with him the lamp and closing the door. who led him into a room almost under ground. a lamp placed on a stool illumined the apartment faintly. he was in a court surrounded by high walls.mansioningles. Goodnight. in spite of M.before he had noticed where the jailer placed his bread or the water -before he had glanced towards the corner where the straw was. They halted for a minute. while the police officer carrying a musket with fixed bayonet followed behind. de Villefort promised you. One of the sailors leaped on shore. thrusting Dantes forward. He did not even see the ocean. The orders came. as if fixed there." said the gendarme. and as they passed before the light he saw the barrels of their muskets shine. and of sullen appearance. I have disobeyed my first order. he was like a man in a dream: he saw soldiers drawn up on the embankment. and that they were mooring the boat." said he.cold as the shadows that he felt breathe on his burning forehead. "Good!" said the gendarme. Dantes made no resistance. and if you move." And before Dantes could open his mouth -. he may change you. For a moment the idea of struggling crossed his mind. With the first dawn of day the jailer returned. His guards. He found the prisoner in the same position. placing his knee on his chest. forced him to rise." replied the gendarmes. he knew vaguely that he was ascending a flight of steps. "Here. he heard the measured tread of sentinels. besides. "It is late. They waited upwards of ten minutes. water. which the prisoners look upon with utter despair. and Dantes guessed they were at the end of the voyage. and that is all a prisoner can wish for. and the governor is asleep. the inquiry is already made.http://www. but all this indistinctly as through a mist. perhaps. He looked around. and showed Dantes the features of his conductor. He remained motionless. In the meantime there is "Without any inquiry. "believe soft-spoken gentlemen again! Harkye. without any formality?" "All the formalities have been gone through. and of so ending the unexpected evil that had overtaken him. "Where is the prisoner?" said a voice. help!" By a rapid movement. and that the door closed behind him.

whereas he was now confined in the Chateau d'If.good seamen are welcome everywhere." The jailer shrugged his shoulders and left the chamber.a year." said Edmond. and Spanish like a Castilian. "if you do not. and some day you will meet the governor. The day passed thus. He spoke Italian like a Tuscan. The next morning at the same hour. and leave to walk about. then?" "Better fare. and as every prisoner is worth ten sous a day to his jailer. and." "Do you wish for anything?" "I wish to see the governor. but walked round and round the cell like a wild beast in its cage.six months -. for which he was famous. the jailer came again. The jailer advanced. is there anything that I can do for you?" "I wish to see the governor. "Come. Dantes followed him with his eyes. concealed himself until the arrival of a Genoese or Spanish vessel. but the door closed. "Well. I wish to see him at once." "Why so?" "Because it is against prison rules. "do not always brood over what is impossible. or you will be mad in a his eyes swollen with weeping." "But. "I do not know." replied Dantes.mansioningles." "Ah. books. and all this because he had trusted to Villefort's promise. that during his journey hither he had sat so still. All his emotion then burst forth. "I do not know." said the jailer. if you pay for it. but if you are very well behaved you will be allowed to walk about. "Are you hungry?" continued he. "Have you not slept?" said the jailer. he cast himself on the ground. The thought was maddening. He touched him on the shoulder. "are you more reasonable to-day?" Dantes made no reply. weeping bitterly." "It is too long a time. ignorant of the future destiny of his father and Mercedes. whereas he might. Edmond started. and asking himself what crime he had committed that he was thus punished. have plunged into the sea. He had passed the night standing." The jailer saw by his tone he would be happy to die. and if he chooses to reply. thanks to his powers of swimming. I will not bring you any more to eat." asked Dantes. He had no fears as to how he should live -. cheer up." "Well. that is his affair. a month -. and stretched forth his hands towards the open door. Dantes appeared not to perceive him. One thought in particular tormented him: namely. then. I am satisfied with my food. "What you ask is impossible. and prisoners must not even ask for it. The jailer stared. he replied in a more subdued tone. and do not care to walk about. he scarcely tasted food." "If you worry me by repeating the same thing. a dozen times. "how long shall I have to wait?" "Ah. he would have been free. that impregnable fortress." "I have already told you it was impossible. and Dantes threw himself furiously down on his straw. escaped to Spain or Italy.http://www. have gained the shore. and happy with Mercedes and his father." "I do not want books. where Mercedes and his father could have joined him. I shall die of hunger -." "You think so?" ." said the jailer." "What is allowed. and without sleep.La Mansión del Inglés . but I wish to see the governor.that is all.

and the door of a dungeon was opened.mansioningles. then. I am not. what is the matter?" said one. since you will have it so. he then sat down in the corner until his eyes became accustomed to the darkness." said Villefort. and give her two lines from me.La Mansión del Inglés . "you are certainly going mad. "Speak out. and Dantes advanced with outstretched hands until he touched the wall. The jailer was right. The jailer went out. "Marquise." said the jailer." "Listen!" said Dantes. with all the rest of the company. we have an instance here." "What is that?" "I do not offer you a million. Renee was. "I am not an abbe. "all right. he was put in a dungeon. I should lose my place. unfortunately. mad enough to tie up. so that I should be a great fool to run such a risk for three hundred." "How long has he left it?" "Two years. "conduct the prisoner to the tier beneath. at the Catalans. Will the marquis honor me by a few moments' private conversation?" . Brutus. "Has the Corsican ogre broken loose?" cried a third. the first time you go to Marseilles." Dantes whirled the stool round his head. dropping the stool and sitting on it as if he were in reality mad. and returned in an instant with a corporal and four soldiers. we must put the madman with the madmen. but. who was in this chamber before you." The soldiers seized Dantes." said the corporal. He descended fifteen steps." said he. I will send word to the governor." said Dantes. as we have said. Decapitator. Villefort had. hastened back to Madame de Saint-Meran's in the Place du Grand Cours." returned Dantes.http://www. "Yes. I will make you another offer. all right. it was by always offering a million of francs to the governor for his liberty that an abbe became mad. Royalist. you will seek out a young girl named Mercedes. The abbe began like you. and in three days you will be like him. retreating and putting himself on the defensive. Guardian of the State. "By the governor's orders." "Well. "mark this. anxiously awaiting him. approaching his future mother-in-law. who followed passively. Chapter 9 The Evening of the Betrothal. I am not mad." "If I took them. and on entering the house found that the guests whom he had left at table were taking coffee in the salon. which is worth two thousand francs a "Yes. there are dungeons here. Dantes wanted but little of being utterly mad. fortunately. and were detected." "Are we threatened with a fresh Reign of Terror?" asked another. if you refuse at least to tell Mercedes I am here. perhaps I shall be. but I will give you a hundred crowns if." "Threats!" cried the jailer. because I have it not. "I request your pardon for thus leaving you." "Very well. then?" "No. and when you enter I will dash out your brains with this stool. and his entrance was followed by a general exclamation. "Well." "To the dungeon. The door closed. but at present. "All right. and he was thrust in. I will some day hide myself behind the door." "Was he liberated.

" "A thousand thanks -. marquis." "Then sell out -. "let us lose no time. I tell you. for the king will not forget the service I do him. turning to Renee. "Say to the Comte de Salvieux that I would like to see him. "So serious that I must take leave of you for a few days.sell out. perhaps even now I shall arrive too late. but there is no occasion to divide the honors of my discovery with him. unable to hide her emotion at this unexpected announcement. it is really a serious matter. please. or you will lose it all. my fortune is made if I only reach the Tuileries the first. The keeper would leave me in the background. then!" And." "Doubtless. whom I leave on such a day with great regret. he wrote a letter to his broker. let us go to the library.http://www.and now for the letter. have you not?" "Yes. seven or eight hundred thousand francs. that would occasion a loss of precious time. "Now. are you going?" asked the marquise." "Tell your coachman to stop at the door." added he. but ask M. and take all the glory to himself.mansioningles. "You wish to speak to me alone?" said the marquis. marquis. I must be on the road in a quarter of an hour. "That. so. de Salvieux to do so. and can procure you audience at any hour of the day or night." "In that case go and get ready. but if you have any commissions for Paris." ." returned Villefort. ordering him to sell out at the market price. " "Ah." "You are going to leave us?" cried Renee." "To the king?" "Yes." said Villefort." "I do not ask you to write to his majesty. "judge for yourself if it be not important." "Then give me a letter to him. but have you any landed property?" "All my fortune is in the funds." The marquis rang. that demands my immediate presence in Paris. "Well. he has the right of entry at the Tuileries. a friend of mine is going there to-night." The marquis took his arm." "Be as quick as possible. "I must have another!" "To whom?" "To the king." "The deuce you say!" replied the marquis. "Alas. sitting down. remarking the cloud on Villefort's brow. and will with pleasure undertake them." "But how can I sell out here?" "You have it broker. and can make your farewells in person." "But address yourself to the keeper of the seals. I will call Salvieux and make him write the letter. "I must!" "Where. then?" asked the marquis." asked he. and tell him to sell out without an instant's delay. a servant entered. then. I want a letter that will enable me to reach the king's presence without all the formalities of demanding an audience." The guests looked at each other. madame. then. excuse the indiscretion.La Mansión del Inglés ." "I dare not write to his majesty. Now. "tell me what it is?" "An affair of the greatest importance. marquis. as soon as they were by themselves. and they left the salon. is an official secret." "You will find them both here." "You will present my excuses to the marquise and Mademoiselle Renee. placing the letter in his pocketbook.

La Mansión del Inglés . and closed the door. Villefort rose. stood motionless an instant. and sank into a chair. arise in his bosom. who came to tell him that the travelling carriage was in readiness. and. de Saint-Meran's. and fill him with vague apprehensions. He had frequently called for capital punishment on criminals. leading his affianced bride by the hand. he is no longer in my hands. but the executioner.mansioningles. If at this moment the sweet voice of Renee had sounded in his ears pleading for mercy. hastily opened one of the drawers of his desk. that I may know whether he is alive or dead. and then. as if to exclude the pain he felt. And desirous of putting an end to the interview. ." replied Villefort. appeared to him pale and threatening. her emotions were wholly personal: she was thinking only of Villefort's departure. again addressed him. only close to reopen more agonizing than ever. and I can do nothing for him. mademoiselle. and which had hitherto been unknown to him. It was Mercedes. because they were guilty. and Villefort instantly recognized her. and the door was opened only by Villefort's valet. and bringing with him remorse. but that slow and consuming agony whose pangs are intensified from hour to hour up to the very moment of death. but here was an innocent man whose happiness he had destroyed: in this case he was not the "Now. Alas. he felt the sensation we have described. "is a great criminal. from his chair. He started when he saw Renee. muttered a few inarticulate sounds. and when she inquired what had become of her lover. The hapless Dantes was doomed. As he thus reflected." his cold and trembling hands would have signed his release. But remorse is not thus banished. I conjure you to restore me my affianced husband. Villefort found the marquise and Renee in waiting. as Villefort strove to pass her. emptied all the gold it contained into his pocket. "I do not know. tell me where he is. that innocent victim immolated on the altar of his father's faults. who. Then the first pangs of an unending torture seized upon his heart. As the marquis had promised. Her beauty and high bearing surprised him. arrived at the salon. or the fair Mercedes had entered and said. go." said Villefort abruptly. at least. then. "The young man you speak of." Villefort hastily quitted the apartment. ordering the postilions to drive to M. Dantes had spoken of Mercedes. not such as the ancients figured. he pushed by her. she advanced and stood before him. Then he had a moment's hesitation. furious and terrible." Mercedes burst into tears. and yet the slightest shadow of remorse had never clouded Villefort's brow. it seemed to him that she was the judge. "But. As Villefort drew near. for he fancied she was again about to plead for Dantes. at least. he believed so. his hand pressed to his head. but no voice broke the stillness of the chamber. and he the accused. hearing no news of her lover. perceiving that his servant had placed his cloak on his shoulders. he resumed his ordinary pace. It is thus that a wounded man trembles instinctively at the approach of the finger to his wound until it be healed. but reflecting that the sight of the deputy procureur running through the streets would be enough to throw the whole city into confusion." said she. At his door he perceived a figure in the shadow that seemed to wait for him. "I shall be gone only a few moments. but Villefort's was one of those that never close. and. and owing to his irresistible eloquence they had been condemned." said the marquis. or rather sprang.http://www. "In the name of God. The man he sacrificed to his ambition. he sprang into the carriage. he carried the arrow in his wound. like Virgil's wounded hero. Villefort uttered a sigh that was almost a sob. or if they do. had come unobserved to inquire after him.

while spectres danced in the light of the unsnuffed candle -. "Ah. she had returned to the Catalans. The life of a man was to him of far less value than a numeral. but much sought-after. he was particularly attached.http://www. We will leave Villefort on the road to Paris. Fernand. Danglars alone was content and joyous -. far from pleading for Dantes. and became too intoxicated to fetch any more drink. started for Paris along the Aix road. and slept in peace. There. edition of Horace -. and had returned home in despair.. he met with nothing but refusal. turning towards Fernand. like M. de Salvieux' letter. at length." said she. and to which. Caderousse was equally restless and uneasy.that was Edmond.with all speed. He went to bed at his usual hour. Morrel had not readily given up the fight. and Renee. like black. seated before a walnut table he had brought with him from Hartwell. you are there. hated the man whose crime separated her from her lover. and dawn came. took her hand. Danglars was one of those men born with a pen behind the ear. embraced Renee.. and passing through two or three apartments. . and the influential persons of the city. Chapter 10 The King's Closet at the Tuileries. from one of those fancies not uncommon to great She loved Villefort. Grief had made her blind to all but one object -. and as the most sanguine looked upon any attempt of Napoleon to remount the throne as impossible. He had learned that Dantes had been taken to prison. and covered it with kisses that Mercedes did not even feel. travelling -. Villefort. in the hope of drowning reflection. "I have not quitted you since yesterday.he had got rid of an enemy and made his own situation on the Pharaon secure. aristocratic bearing. The lamp went out for want of oil. But we know very well what had become of Edmond. Villefort knew not when he should return.a work which was much indebted to the sagacious observations of the philosophical monarch. after having received M. the king. so well known as having been the favorite closet of Napoleon and Louis XVIII. kissed the marquise's hand. and had despairingly cast herself on her couch. he could increase the sum total of his own desires. but she knew not that it was day. and he had gone to all his friends. he had shut himself up with two bottles of black currant brandy. fantastic dust. to aid Dantes. She passed the night thus. but she paid no heed to the darkness. and meanwhile making a marginal note in a volume of Gryphius's rather inaccurate. kneeling by her side. and shaken that of the marquis. with gray hair. Old Dantes was dying with anxiety to know what had become of Edmond. Everything with him was multiplication or subtraction. and now of Louis Philippe. was carelessly listening to a man of fifty or fifty-two years of age. Meanwhile what of Mercedes? She had met Fernand at the corner of the Rue de la Loge. especially when. Louis XVIII.mansioningles. and yet not so intoxicated as to forget what had happened. Morrel. and exceedingly gentlemanly attire. but instead of seeking. M. With his elbows on the table he sat between the two empty bottles.La Mansión del Inglés .spectres such as Hoffmann strews over his punch-drenched pages. by taking it away.thanks to trebled fees -. declaring that the matter was serious and that nothing more could be done. enter at the Tuileries the little room with the arched window. but the report was already in circulation that Dantes was arrested as a Bonapartist agent. and he left her at the moment he was about to become her husband. and an inkstand in place of a heart." returned Fernand sorrowfully. But he did not succeed.

with repressed smile. but I fear I am not altogether wrong in dreading some desperate attempt. another note on the margin of his Horace. still annotating. on the contrary. horrida bella." continued Louis XVIII.. and we may expect to have issuing thence flaming and bristling war -. "you with your alarms prevent me from working. sire.La Mansión del Inglés . Dandre. it is very fine weather in that direction. by his adherents. and tell the duke all you know -. "your majesty may be perfectly right in relying on the good feeling of France." "By whom?" "By Bonaparte. de Blacas. who will bring you back a faithful report as to the feeling in these three provinces?" "Caninus surdis." "Mala ducis avi domum. announced by the chamberlain-in-waiting. and then looking at the duke with the air of a man who thinks he has an idea of his own." replied the courtier. "Come in." "Here. in a hand as small as possible.http://www. have you had a vision of the seven fat kine and the seven lean kine?" "No." "Wait. my dear duke. sir" -. said. but just stretch out your hand.there to the left." "And you. -"Go on." "Then of what other scourge are you afraid.yes. "Sire. scarcity is not a thing to be feared. or. prevent me from sleeping with your security. sire. will your majesty send into Languedoc. but a serious-minded man. laughing. and I will listen to you afterwards. in order that he might seem to comprehend the quotation. de Bonaparte. there. sire." said Louis XVIII. I have every reason to believe that a storm is brewing in the south. Louis XVIII. my dear sir." "Which?" "Whichever you please -. and said. trusty men. for I have such a delightful note on the Pastor quum traheret -. "I think you are wrongly informed. wait a moment. -. and so I hastened to you. during which Louis XVIII. at least. "if it only be to reassure a faithful servant.mansioningles." said the king." said Blacas. while he is only commenting upon the idea of another. for that would only betoken for us seven years of plenty and seven years of scarcity.bella." "Well.." replied Louis XVIII." There was a brief pause. Dandre himself. and you are looking to the right.wait. continuing the annotations in his Horace. But here is M. -"Has your majesty perused yesterday's report?" "You say. Dandre leaned very respectfully on the back of a chair with his two hands.I listen. however serious." "Really.let us see." replied the king. wrote. my dear Blacas?" "Sire. sire. I mean on my left -. liked a pleasant jest. "come in. the Island of Elba is a volcano.said the king. and know positively that. "That I am exceedingly disquieted. entered. "Sire. Baron. "Does your majesty wish me to drop the subject?" "By no means. deserving all my confidence.the latest news of M. do not conceal anything. go on -." Man of ability as he was. who had for a moment the hope of sacrificing Villefort to his own profit. my dear duke. and charged by me to watch over the south" (the duke hesitated as he pronounced these words). my dear duke. "I am compelled to tell you that these are not mere rumors destitute of foundation which thus disquiet me. and Dauphine." "My dear Blacas. "has arrived by post to tell me that a great peril threatens the king. and with a king as full of foresight as your majesty." "Sire. You will find yesterday's report of the minister of police." and M. sire?" "l tell you to the left. Provence." continued M." M.

" added the king. de Blacas pondered deeply between the confident monarch and the truthful minister. this hero. that the minister of police is greatly deceived or I am. with the gravest air in the world: "Napoleon lately had a review." "And scratches himself for amusement. it may have arrived since I left my office. to the usurper's conversion. However. but tell the duke himself. and passes whole days in watching his miners at work at Porto-Longone." "Well. "is mortally wearied. Blacas." continued Louis XVIII. like Virgil's shepherds. well. my dear duke. my dear duke. "Blacas is not yet convinced." "Most willingly. my dear duke. what think you of this?" inquired the king triumphantly." The minister of police bowed. Dandre. moreover. in a very short time... flinging stones in the water and when the flint makes `duck-and-drake' five or six times. you must agree that these are indubitable symptoms of insanity." "Monsieur.mansioningles. "make one. and if there be none -. but I am hourly expecting one. and I will urge your majesty to do him this "Yes. the usurper will be insane. lest another should reap all the benefit of the disclosure. sire. who cannot find anything. who. your majesty will interrogate the person of whom I spoke to you." said the baron to the duke. baron. sire. that is the usual way. "all the servants of his majesty must approve of the latest intelligence which we have from the Island of Elba. sire. and as it is impossible it can be the minister of police as he has the guardianship of the safety and honor of your majesty. this is the way of it. it is probable that I am in error. yes. "Bonaparte." "Go thither.. Sometimes he weeps bitterly. "The usurper converted!" "Decidedly. . looking at the king and Dandre.' These were his own words.or of wisdom. my dear baron -.give him the particulars of what the usurper is doing in his islet." said Louis XVIII. Now." said Louis XVIII.http://www.this is the 4th of March?" "No. his head becomes weaker. "Well. and as two or three of his old veterans expressed a desire to return to France. indeed." M. did not even raise his head. this demigod. duke. let us proceed. prurigo?" "And. at other time he passes hours on the seashore. and exhorted them to `serve the good king. Baron. of that I am certain. if I might advise.. therefore. "the greatest captains of antiquity amused themselves by casting pebbles into the ocean -see Plutarch's life of Scipio Africanus. "The usurper's conversion!" murmured the duke. he appears as delighted as if he had gained another Marengo or Austerlitz. "I say. who spoke alternately." "Insane?" "Raving mad. is it not?" and the king laughed facetiously. Bonaparte" -. Did you forget that this great man. under your auspices I will receive any person you please. Tell him all about it. Villefort." "Why. who did not choose to reveal the whole secret. he gave them their dismissal.La Mansión del Inglés .well. -. have you any report more recent than this dated the 20th February. laughing. had yet communicated enough to cause him the greatest uneasiness.M. Dandre looked at Louis XVIII. but you must not expect me to be too confiding. "Scratches himself?" inquired the duke." continued the baron. "we are almost assured that. is attacked with a malady of the skin which worries him to death." continued the minister of police." "Or of wisdom. and pausing for a moment from the voluminous scholiast before him. what the report contains -. sometimes laughs boisterously." "In what way converted?" "To good principles. employed in writing a note. well. "what does your majesty mean?" "Yes." said the minister.

" said M." "Sire." "Wait." "I will but go and return. `Molli fugiens anhelitu." "He is at Marseilles. said Louis XVIII. for he has posted two hundred and twenty leagues in scarcely three days.La Mansión del Inglés . when we have a telegraph which transmits messages in three or four hours." "Noirtier the Girondin? -. even his father. holding in its claws a prey which tries in vain to escape. "Really. but cannot." replied the minister. Blacas. too." "And he comes from Marseilles?" "In person. de Villefort!" cried the king. "is the messenger's name M. you recompense but badly this poor young man. de Villefort?" "Yes. ambitious. I told you Villefort was ambitions. sire. wait. I must change your armorial bearings. my brother's chamberlain?" "Yes. betraying some uneasiness. sire. and that without getting in the least out of breath." "Which is undergoing great fatigue and anxiety. you know his father's name!" "His father?" "Yes. I shall be back in ten minutes. "we have no occasion to invent any." said Louis XVIII. sire. sire. pardieu. "and remember that I am waiting for you. de Villefort." said De Blacas. no. my dear duke. but my messenger is like the stag you refer to. who has come so far. to give your majesty useful information.Noirtier the senator?" "He himself." "And writes me thence. I listen.http://www. and to attain this ambition Villefort would sacrifice everything. "Sire. de Salvieux. biting his nails with impatience." "Well. I entreat your majesty to receive him graciously. If only for the sake of M. coming from hosts of people who hope for some return for services which they seek to render." "Does he speak to you of this conspiracy?" "No." "No. and with so much ardor." "And I." "Then. "will go and find my messenger. sire. sire.." "Ah. he is a man of strong and elevated understanding. they trust to fortune. every day our desks are loaded with most circumstantial denunciations. de Salvieux." "And your majesty has employed the son of such a man?" "Blacas. sir. but strongly recommends M. what do you think of the molli anhelitu?" "Admirable. who recommends him to me." "M. you have but limited comprehension. sire. may I present him?" ." you know it refers to a stag flying from a wolf. de Blacas." "M. go". and begs me to present him to your majesty. I will give you an eagle with outstretched wings. de Blacas. then. I thought his name was unknown to your majesty.mansioningles. "Oh. my friend. Noirtier." "Why did you not mention his name at once?" replied the king. Are you not a sportsman and a great wolf-hunter? Well. and. sir. and rely upon some unexpected event in some way to justify their predictions. sire. and bearing this device -Tenax. "I wish to consult you on this passage.

There he saw the grand-marshal." said the king.a storm which menaces no less than your majesty's throne. the usurper is arming three ships. The king was seated in the same place where the duke had left him." said the king. I believe it to be most urgent. M.his majesty's order. On opening the door. his really sincere royalism made him youthful again. however mad. has been secretly to the Island of Elba. which was not of courtly cut. to go whither I know not. I like order in everything.. muttered. in the exercise of my duties. which. but in the ante-chamber he was forced to appeal to the king's authority. but . and the young magistrate's first impulse was to pause. " "This instant. and he went on: -"Sire. and arrested on the day of my departure. is the news as bad in your opinion as I am asked to believe?" "Sire. "Sire. At this moment he will have left Elba. by the speed I have used." Villefort bowed. or on the coast of Tuscany. remained alone." The duke left the royal presence with the speed of a young man. of turbulent character. but an actual conspiracy -. -"Justum et tenacem propositi virum. Villefort was introduced. waited until the king should interrogate him. sir. they are the results of an examination which I have made of a man of Marseilles. de Breze." A glance at the king after this discreet and subtle exordium. sir. terrible. whom I have watched for some time. overcame all difficulties with a word -. whose name I could not extract from him." "Seek him at once. Villefort found himself facing him." "Sire. not a commonplace and insignificant plot. and turning his eyes on his half-opened Horace. and pray begin at the beginning. or perhaps on the shores of France. de Villefort. a sailor.La Mansión del Inglés . his costume. and whom I suspected of Bonapartism. sir. but I hope. "and recently we have had information that the Bonapartist clubs have had meetings in the Rue Saint-Jacques. But proceed. and. de Blacas returned as speedily as he had departed." M." said Louis XVIII. duke! Where is he?" "Waiting below. in my carriage. Your majesty is well aware that the sovereign of the Island of Elba has maintained his relations with Italy and France?" "I am. excited the susceptibility of M. is yet. and I believe your majesty will think it equally important. How did you obtain these details?" "Sire. "come in." said the king. and advancing a few steps. who began to give way to the emotion which had showed itself in Blacas's face and affected Villefort's voice. the duke is right. who charged him with an oral message to a Bonapartist in Paris. to inform your majesty that I have discovered. "M. and before everything else. but I must entreat your forgiveness if my anxiety leads to some obscurity in my language. such as is every day got up in the lower ranks of the people and in the army. much agitated. he meditates some project. de Villefort. Sire. assured Villefort of the benignity of his august auditor. perhaps. that it is not irreparable. "I will render a faithful report to your majesty. who was all astonishment at finding that this young man had the audacity to enter before the king in such attire. I have come as rapidly to Paris as possible. "the Duc de Blacas assures me you have some interesting information to communicate. Villefort's dusty garb. This person. I beg of you.http://www." said Villefort. in spite of the protestations which the master of ceremonies made for the honor of his office and principles. Louis XVIII. "Come in. however. The duke.mansioningles." "Speak as fully as you please. sir. but assuredly to attempt a landing either at Naples." "In the first place." "I hasten to do so.

" "And the matter seems serious to you?" "So serious. I left my bride and friends. sire. that I might hasten to lay at your majesty's feet the fears which impressed me. inasmuch as. "was there not a marriage engagement between you and Mademoiselle de Saint-Meran?" "Daughter of one of your majesty's most faithful servants. but more difficult to conduct to an end.mansioningles. it must be with a handful of men. and M. here is M. the usurper left Elba on the 26th February. what is it?" asked Louis XVIII. "You appear quite aghast. I fear it is a conspiracy. If Bonaparte landed at Naples. the a small port." "Sire." "And where? In Italy?" asked the king eagerly. sire) -a return which will soon occur. but M. indeed. sir. to be pitied." said Louis XVIII. and the future. At this instant the minister of police appeared at the door. For the last ten months my ministers have redoubled their vigilance. de Villefort has just confirmed?" M. M." "A conspiracy in these times." "True. pushed from him violently the table at which he was sitting." . that when the circumstance surprised me in the midst of a family festival. re-established so recently on the throne of our ancestors." said Louis XVIII.. was about to throw himself at the feet of Louis XVIII. Has your uneasiness anything to do with what M. taking his hand. giving way to an impulse of despair. restrained him. but at the same time rely on our royal gratitude. the whole coalition would be on foot before he could even reach Piomoino." "Well. but the fright of the courtier pleaded for the forbearance of the statesman.http://www. baron?" he exclaimed. de Villefort. Chapter 11 The Corsican Ogre. if he land in Tuscany." "Ah. -.. At the sight of this agitation Louis XVIII. "What ails you. sire. "Will you speak?" he said. sire. postponing everything. Villefort was about to retire. he will be in an unfriendly territory. "Oh. it was much more to his advantage that the prefect of police should triumph over him than that he should humiliate the prefect." "And where is this man?" "In prison. and besides. who retreated a step and frowned. but let us talk of this plot.. what a dreadful misfortune! I am. and the assurance of my devotion. The minister of police. and landed on the 1st of March.. de Blacas moved suddenly towards the baron. yes. Dandre!" cried de Blacas. and the result of that is easily foretold. sire. de Blacas has told me.stammered the baron. trembling. in order to watch the shore of the Mediterranean. if he land in France. Take courage. "I command you to speak." "Yes. "is a thing very easy to meditate. "Well. on the very day of my betrothal." said Louis XVIII. we have our eyes open at once upon the this mission was to prepare men's minds for a return (it is the man who says this. near Antibes. smiling. in the Gulf of Juan. pale. as matters were. execrated as he is by the population. I can never forgive myself!" "Monsieur. sire. "Sire" -.La Mansión del Inglés . de Blacas. I fear it is more than a plot. "In France. and as if ready to faint.

spared no pains to understand the people of France and the interests which were confided to me. but to be in the midst of persons elevated by myself to places of honor." murmured Louis. perhaps. and the minister of police has shared the general blindness.Louis XVIII. when I see the fruition of my wishes almost within reach.La Mansión del Inglés ." exclaimed the Duc de Blacas. was too much for any human strength to endure. "You alone forewarned us of the evil. "What. and while a deep color overspread his "The usurper landed in France. it is but too true!" Louis made a gesture of indescribable anger and alarm." "But" -. I am sorry to tell your majesty a cruel fact. "he was well informed. "Is he then advancing on Paris?" The minister of police maintained a silence which was equivalent to a complete avowal. it would be easy to raise Languedoc and Provence against him. and you only acquired this information to-day." "Yes." "Oh. forgotten nothing! If I were betrayed as he was. "In France!" he cried.for my fortune is theirs -. near Antibes. sire.before me they were nothing -. and it seems to me that if he ventured into the south." "Advancing -. I would console myself.he is advancing!" said Louis XVIII. speak boldly.http://www. but the feeling in Dauphine is quite the reverse of that in Provence or Languedoc." answered the minister of police. and now. he stammered out. "Your pardon. Dandre is not a man to be accused of treason! Sire. "What our enemies say of us is then true.after me . he was silent. we have all been blind. the 4th of March! Well." replied Louis. The mountaineers are Bonapartists. "And Dauphine. the power I hold in my hands bursts." -. and shatters me to atoms!" "Sire. that is all. and then suddenly checking himself. We have learnt nothing. you do not know! Have you neglected to obtain information on that point? Of course it is of no consequence." he added. "the usurper is detested in the south. sire." replied the minister. sire. during those five-and-twenty years. now try and aid us with the remedy. sire. who ought to watch over me more carefully than over themselves. You must have received a false report. "the usurper in France! Then they did not watch over this man. the despatch simply stated the fact of the landing and the route taken by the usurper. feeling that the pressure of circumstances. "my zeal carried me away. however light a thing to destiny." he said. it was impossible to learn. in the Gulf of Juan. two hundred and fifty leagues from Paris. then he continued. I have. -"By the telegraph. -. "So then. A miracle of heaven replaced me on the throne of my fathers after five-and-twenty years of exile. in league with him.mansioningles. it is fatality!" murmured the minister." he exclaimed. on the 1st of March. sir?" inquired the king. "Sire. and folded his arms over his chest as Napoleon would have done. sir. "M. and then drew himself up as if this sudden blow had struck him at the same moment in heart and countenance. bowing. sire. Who knows? they were." "And how did this despatch reach you?" inquired the king. Will your majesty deign to excuse me?" "Speak. turning pale with anger." said Villefort. The minister bowed his head. advanced a step. of Villefort. "seven conjoined and allied armies overthrew that man.said Villefort." "Sire. "but he is advancing by Gap and Sisteron." "Alas." "Then. sire. And how many men had he with him?" "I do not know. assuredly. or you have gone mad. with a withering smile. sir. what you tell me is impossible. "Do you think it possible to rouse that as well as Provence?" "Sire.

sir -. Realizing this. Unfortunately.mansioningles." murmured the minister. and yet you ought to know it!" "Sire." These words were an allusion to the sentiments which the minister of police had uttered with so much confidence an hour before. spies. that is to say." "Sire.a gentleman." The look of the minister of police was turned with concentrated spite on Villefort.. who at the first glance had sounded the abyss on which the monarchy hung suspended. and who would have saved my crown.ineptitude! Oh." "Really impossible! Yes -. or else dictated by venal ambition. Blacas.La Mansión del Inglés . M. Ridicule. here is a gentleman who had none of these resources at his disposal they will be nothing. M. and Villefort understood that he had succeeded in his design. Villefort understood the king's intent. you know not its power in France. although he saw that Dandre was irrevocably lost. yes. like you. "Approach.. "Sire. had been unable to unearth Napoleon's secret. perhaps. "the suddenness of this event must prove to your majesty that the issue is in the hands of Providence. In fact. motionless and breathless. Really impossible for a minister who has an office. there are great words. the minister. Any other than yourself would have considered the disclosure of M." continued Louis XVIII. that your majesty may never have occasion to recall the first opinion you have been pleased to form of me. de Villefort insignificant. if. Louis XVI. Villefort came to the rescue of the crest-fallen minister. he had made a friend of one on whom. but he feared to make for himself a mortal enemy of the police minister.that is a great word. at least you have had the good sense to persevere in your suspicions. that without forfeiting the gratitude of the king.why. and I have profited by that chance. addressing the young man. de Blacas wiped the moisture from his is fatality!" The minister quailed before this outburst of sarcasm. instead of aiding to crush him.http://www. sire. sir. "for pity's" -"Approach. who learned more than you with all your police. in the plenitude of his power. Villefort smiled within himself. in case of necessity." resumed the king. I would rather mount the scaffold of my brother. what your majesty is pleased to attribute to me as profound perspicacity is simply owing to chance. it was really impossible to learn secrets which that man concealed from all the world. to know what is going on at sixty leagues from the coast of France! Well. might in despair at his own downfall interrogate Dantes and so lay bare the motives of Villefort's plot. then. have been overcome by such an intoxicating draught of praise. as there are great men. -"to fall. like a good and devoted servant -. . sir. than thus descend the staircase at the Tuileries driven away by ridicule. and perish miserably from incapacity -. I have measured them." continued King Louis. you are right -. was listening to a conversation on which depended the destiny of a kingdom. for he felt his increased importance. and learn of that fall by telegraph! Oh. and tell monsieur that it is possible to know beforehand all that he has not known." The minister of police thanked the young man by an eloquent look. "To fall. who bent his head in modest triumph.that's all. agents. he might rely. Do not attribute to me more than I deserve. sire. de Villefort. "for if you have discovered nothing. and fifteen hundred thousand francs for secret service money." said Villefort. "I do not mean that for you. he had the power of directing a telegraph. who. see. Any other person would. only a simple magistrate. who.

" interposed the minister of police. who looked as if his very life hung on the speaker's lips. who was dressing his hair at the moment when the stranger entered. unable to repress an exclamation. to me. sire. M. has perished the victim of a Bonapartist ambush?" "It is probable. heard the street mentioned. sire. what now remains to do is in the department of the minister of war." replied Villefort." At the name of General Quesnel. "Do you not think with me. as I am all but convinced. "I came a moment ago to give your majesty fresh information which I had obtained on this head. sire. Villefort trembled. but of assassination. de Villefort. He is a man of from fifty to fifty-two years of age.La Mansión del Inglés ." said Louis XVIII. Yet. sir. Yesterday a person exactly corresponding with this description was followed. de Blacas and the minister of police." replied the king. but the rules of etiquette. "I have no further occasion for you. "you have to-day earned the right to make inquiries here. not the respect I have.on the contrary. -. as we first believed. his assassins." As the police minister related this to the king." said M.. with black eyes covered with shaggy eyebrows. sir. whom they believed attached to the usurper." "On the contrary." said the minister of police. An unknown person had been with him that morning. but when he learned that the unknown had escaped the vigilance of the agent who followed him. "And now. but my devotion to your majesty has made me forget. "Yes. put us on the direct track of a great internal conspiracy. and you may retire. "this affair seems to me to have a decided connection with that which occupies our attention. it appears." "Do not mention reports. turning towards M. sire. dark. shall be cruelly punished. he breathed again." "Sire. for that is too deeply engraved in my heart. "Your pardon. Villefort." It required all Villefort's coolness not to betray the terror with which this declaration of the king inspired him. duke. who would have been so useful to us at this moment. baron. He was dressed in a blue frock-coat. but did not catch the number." Villefort leaned on the back of an arm-chair." "On his track?" said Villefort. and a thick mustache." "Go on. "Continue to seek for this man. speaking of reports. but he was lost sight of at the corner of the Rue de la Jussienne and the Rue Coq-Heron." he continued. gentlemen. buttoned up to the chin. what have you learned with regard to the affair in the Rue Saint-Jacques?" "The affair in the Rue Saint-Jacques!" exclaimed Villefort.http://www. your majesty knows how every report confirms their loyalty and attachment. he added. "for if. the general's valet. The king looked towards him. unfortunately. for as the minister of police went on speaking he felt his legs bend under him. de Blacas.mansioningles. and made an appointment with him in the Rue SaintJacques. "we can rely on the army. but who was really entirely devoted to me. had just left a Bonapartist club when he disappeared. "But is this all that is known?" "They are on the track of the man who appointed the meeting with him. Then. when your majesty's attention was attracted by the terrible event that has occurred in the gulf." "Fortunately. "Everything points to the conclusion. that General Quesnel. perhaps. General Quesnel. suddenly pausing. . go on. and now these facts will cease to interest your majesty. General Quesnel. and wore at his button-hole the rosette of an officer of the Legion of Honor. "that death was not the result of "'Tis well. Bonapartists or not. and the death of General Quesnel will. the servant has given his description. sir." resumed the king. for I know now what confidence to place in them. has been murdered. turned alternately red and pale." said the king to the minister of police.

"you entered by luck's door -." ." said the king. threw himself on the seat.Who rang? -. send for the minister of war." "We shall see. make your mind easy. He was about to begin his repast when the sound of the bell rang sharp and loud." "Sire. One passed at the moment. saluting the minister. Baron."in the meanwhile take this cross. Noirtier are not on the best terms possible." "Will it be long first?" muttered Villefort.your fortune is made. "the police think that they have disposed of the whole matter when they say.Who asked for me?" "A stranger who will not send in his name." he said. "take it. I trust. go and rest. near the cross of St." "Ah. and asked to have his breakfast brought to him. "in an hour I shall have quitted Paris. do not be afraid to bring yourself to my recollection. whose career was ended. such as it is." said Louis XVIII. let it be your care to see that the brevet is made out and sent to M. in the Rue de Tournon." "A stranger who will not send in his name! What can he want with me?" "He wishes to speak to you.http://www. as they left the Tuileries. I will no longer detain you. this is an officer's cross. he took the cross and kissed it. ordered horses to be ready in two hours.La Mansión del Inglés . "Who could know that I was here already?" said the young man. bowing.mansioningles. sir. I forgot. and springing in." "Sire." continued the king. sir. you may be of the greatest service to me at Marseilles. "How strange." "But you have seen him?" "Sire. M. de Villefort. I went straight to the Duc de Blacas." "But you will see him. "Well. "And now. he gave his address to the driver.'" "Sire. The valet opened the door. and that is another sacrifice made to the royal cause. be amply satisfied on this point at least." "Never mind. and remember that if you are not able to serve me here in Paris. above the order of Notre-Dame-du-Mont-Carmel and St. the kindness your majesty deigns to evince towards me is a recompense which so far surpasses my utmost ambition that I have nothing more to ask for. sire. "what is it? -. "No." "Ma foi. In the meanwhile" (the king here detached the cross of the Legion of Honor which he usually wore over his blue coat. and looking about him for a hackney-coach." "Go. and for which you should be recompensed. Louis. sir." Villefort's eyes were filled with tears of joy and pride. for you must be fatigued after so long a journey. then?" "I think not." said Louis. for I have not the time to procure you another." he replied. smiling in a manner which proved that all these questions were not made without a motive." "Ah. Lazare. we will not forget you. "I forgot you and M. your majesty will. "may I inquire what are the orders with which your majesty deigns to honor me?" "Take what rest you require." said Villefort. de Villefort." said Villefort. sire. Ten minutes afterwards Villefort reached his hotel.. which he hailed. `A murder has been committed." said the minister of police to Villefort. with some asperity." "Sire. and gave it to Villefort) -.' and especially so when they can add. Of course you stopped at your father's?" A feeling of faintness came over Villefort. Blacas. and gave loose to dreams of ambition. The valet entered. `And we are on the track of the guilty persons. Blacas. "your majesty mistakes." replied Villefort. "and should I forget you (kings' memories are short). and Villefort heard some one speak his name. "I alighted at the Hotel de Madrid.

La Mansión del Inglés . and then. Chapter 12 Father and Son. entering the door.looked after the servant until the door was closed. as appeared from the rapid retreat of Germain." "What sort of person is he?" "Why. but I so little expected your visit. who had followed all his motions with surprise which he could not conceal. I felt sure it must be you. if you felt so sure." replied M. then. -. when a man has been proscribed by the mountaineers. when you announce to me your wedding for the 28th of February. my dear fellow. fearing. Noirtier. on the contrary. a man of about fifty. M. and then extended his hand to Villefort. that he might be overheard in the antechamber. drawing closer to M. yes. "I am. sir. black hair. he who entered -. Germain. been hunted over the plains of Bordeaux by Robespierre's . 53.http://www. my dear Gerard. for it must be interesting." said he to the young man. The servant quitted the apartment with evident signs of astonishment." "But. M." "And how dressed?" asked Villefort quickly. "do not complain. putting his cane in a corner and his hat on a chair.for it was. "then I was not deceived." said the individual whose description we have twice given." "Ah.mansioningles. no doubt." "It is he!" said Villefort. and my journey will be your salvation." "Short or tall?" "About your own height. I am vice-president. delighted. "Really. my dear Gerard." "And if I have come." said Gerard. your coolness makes me shudder. seating himself. "do you know." "Father. that it was not very filial of you to keep me waiting at the door. black eyebrows. with a very significant look. "Well. "In a blue frock-coat. Noirtier -. "what a great deal of ceremony! Is it the custom in Marseilles for sons to keep their fathers waiting in their anterooms?" "Father!" cried Villefort. has escaped from Paris in a hay-cart." said Villefort. indeed!" said M. for it is for you that I came." replied the new-comer. my dear father." "Father." "Well. sir. stretching himself out at his ease in the chair. then that of the bed-chamber." "Dark or fair?" "Dark. you have heard speak of a certain Bonapartist club in the Rue Saint-Jacques?" "No. "Eh.very "To me?" "Yes. who proved that he was not exempt from the sin which ruined our first parents. you seem as if you were not very glad to see me?" "My dear father. indeed. now." "Leave us. Noirtier then took the trouble to close and bolt the antechamber door." said Villefort. nor was the precaution useless. turning pale. he opened the door again. with black eyes." "Did he mention my name?" "Yes. that it has somewhat overcome me. decorated with the Legion of Honor. "I might say the same thing to you. "allow me to say. and on the 3rd of March you turn up here in Paris. pray tell me all about it. buttoned up close." "Why. pardieu. Noirtier. Noirtier. my dear boy.

I think I already know what you are about to tell me. feelings.La Mansión del Inglés . my dear boy? What an idea! Where is the letter you speak of? I know you too well to suppose you would allow such a thing to pass you. would probably ere this have been shot." "To me?" "To you. and in all countries they call that a murder." continued Noirtier." "A murder do you call it? why." Villefort's father laughed. there is nothing to prove that the general was murdered. no. in return for your story. that the track is lost. and which I discovered in the pocket-book of the messenger. you know. he becomes accustomed to most things. having thrown themselves in. and the government patiently awaits the day when it comes to say. three days ago the emperor had not landed." "My dear father." replied Noirtier. you know very well that the general was not a man to drown himself in despair. but interests. my dear father. for fear that even a fragment should remain. my dear bloodhounds.explain yourself. Yes. do not be deceived. the general has been killed. then. I am quite familiar with it." "And the destruction of your future prospects. you. People are found every day in the Seine. or having been drowned from not knowing how to swim. but they have found a corpse. When the police is at fault." "Well." "Three days ago? You are crazy. half-desperate at the enforced delay. that the usual phrase." "No matter. that is all. come. but they are on the track. and General Quesnel. I was aware of his intention. But I have nothing to fear while I have you to protect me." "You do? Why. in politics we do not kill a man.I save you. for three days ago I posted from Marseilles to Paris with all possible speed. Would you like to know how matters have progressed? Well." "And who told you this fine story?" "The king himself.for your own sake as well as mine. I entreat of you -." "I burnt it. and people do not bathe in the Seine in the month of January. we only remove an obstacle. "Come. Had that letter fallen into the hands of another. this was murder in every sense of the word. the thing becomes more and more dramatic -." "The king! I thought he was philosopher enough to allow that there was no murder in politics. but ideas -." "Father." "Ah. there are no men. But go on.mansioningles." "I do better than that.http://www." "And who thus designated it?" "The king himself. I will . I heard this news. was found the next day in the Seine. father. who quitted his own house at nine o'clock in the evening. you have heard of the landing of the emperor?" "Not so loud. they induced General Quesnel to go there." "It appears that this club is rather a bore to the police. what about the club in the Rue Saint-Jacques?" "Why. "yes. No. "I will tell you another. with a sneaking air. In politics. and knew it even before you could." "Yes. it declares that it is on the track. for that letter must have led to your condemnation." "How did you know about it?" "By a letter addressed to you from the Island of Elba." said he." "I must refer again to the club in the Rue Saint-Jacques. really. "will the Restoration adopt imperial methods so promptly? Shot." "Yes. I can easily comprehend that. Why didn't they search more vigilantly? they would have found" -"They have not found. as well as I do. sir -.

our revenge will be sweeping. -. three days after the landing. "you really do seem very well informed. etc. A murder? really. my dear fellow. and yet." "You rely on the usurper's return?" "We do. we are as well informed as you.http://www. and we will dine together. When he had heard and comprehended all to the fullest extent. have those which devotion prompts. `Very well. sir. then. yet I have your address. `My son. but with such an ill grace that it was really tempting Providence to swear him. one of us went to him.he was made to take an oath." "Grenoble and Lyons are faithful cities. you are but a child. He is pursued. they do know one terrible thing. devotion. It was thought reliance might be placed in General Quesnel. Yet he did not return home. You gave your direction to no one but your postilion. that on leaving us he lost his way. I believe. Villefort caught his arm. and yet I knew of your arrival half an hour after you had passed the barrier. you surprise me.we who are in expectation. Would you like a proof of it? well. the projected landing. Villefort. with a sneer." "Grenoble will open her gates to him with enthusiasm -.'" "But. father. "Yes. You who are in power have only the means that money produces -." "He has but a handful of men with him. a deputy procureur. and invited him to the Rue Saint-Jacques. and will oppose to him an impassable barrier. to-morrow. the general was allowed to depart free -. where he would find some friends. and the plan was unfolded to him for leaving Elba.all Lyons will hasten to welcome him. Really. that's all. and in proof I am here the very instant you are going to sit at table. and on the 20th or 25th at Paris. He came there. and armies will be despatched against him." "Devotion!" said Villefort." "The people will rise. and cut off the head of one of my party. Ring." "Indeed!" replied Villefort. What could that mean? why. if you please." "I do not understand tell you. and plate.perfectly free. fork." "Eh? the thing is simple enough." "Yes. when you were fulfilling your character as a royalist." "What is that?" ." "However stupid the royalist police may be. without drawing a trigger. `The usurper has landed at Cannes with several men. he was recommended to us from the Island of Elba. tracked. you have gained the victory. in spite of that. to summon the servant whom his son had not called. Then all looked at each other. he will not advance two leagues into the interior of France without being followed. to escort him into the capital. he replied that he was a royalist. you wished to conceal your journey from me." "You are mistaken. the phrase for hopeful ambition. for that is. for a second knife. "one word more." "Say on. to go and meet him. and caught like a wild beast. looking at his father with astonishment. "Wait. when our turn comes." "My dear fellow. it will be our turn. you have committed a murder?' No.' But where is he? what is he doing? You do not know at all. I said. my dear Gerard.La Mansión del Inglés . take care. Believe me. on the 10th or 12th he will be at Lyons." "Yes." And Villefort's father extended his hand to the bell-rope. You. perchance. and our police are as good as your own. and did so. you think yourself well informed because the telegraph has told you. to found an accusation on such bad premises! Did I ever say to you.mansioningles. the emperor is at this moment on the way to Grenoble. and in this way they will chase him to Paris. my dear father." said the young man.

worn out with fatigue. he is advancing as rapidly as his own eagles. to him who acquired it. and now I believe you are right. leave France to its real master. ha. ready to desert." "Would you pass in his eyes for a prophet?" "Prophets of evil are not in favor at the court. if this person were not on his guard. for your . rely on me. do you think your police will recognize me now. and walked about with that easy swagger which was one of his principal characteristics. not by purchase. looking carelessly around him. "Well." "Well. I hope not. "and why. blue frock-coat. "You are not convinced yet?" "I hope at least. sire.La Mansión del Inglés . You think he is tracked. and supposing a second restoration." continued Noirtier. is already saluted as Bonaparte at Lyons." "Ah. but by right of conquest. pursued. Noirtier gave another turn to his hair. that's it. when this disguise was completed. on the morning of the day when General Quesnel disappeared. cut the air with it once or twice. His whiskers cut off. that you may be mistaken." he said. took. and whiskers. hair. and that you have really saved my life. and. yes. "true. a colored neckerchief which lay at the top of an open portmanteau. a coat of Villefort's of dark brown. you are deceived as to the feeling in France. "well. Villefort watched him with alarm not devoid of admiration. in lieu of his blue and high-buttoned frock-coat. went towards a table on which lay his son's toilet articles. then. not that you incur any risk. he took up a small bamboo switch. cut off the compromising whiskers. gather like atoms of snow about the rolling ball as it hastens onward. buttoned up to the chin. and cut away in front. Sire." "True. "at least." "Oh. and emperor at Grenoble. father. as to the opinions of the towns. as he is. "Yes. and the prejudices of the army. have they? And what may be that description?" "Dark complexion. tried on before the glass a narrow-brimmed hat of his son's." "Shall you see the king again?" "Perhaps. and. is it?" said Noirtier." "Didn't I say that your police were good for nothing?" "Yes. be assured I will return the favor hereafter." "And now. eyebrows." "No.http://www.mansioningles. turning towards his wondering son. go." said Noirtier. you would then pass for a great man. and a cane. the admirable police have found that out. have they not laid hands on him?" "Because yesterday. instead of his black cravat. but they may catch him yet. "The description of the man who. "I rely on your prudence to remove all the things which I leave in your care." said Villefort. but some day they do them justice." stammered Villefort. "He will consequently make a few changes in his personal appearance. The soldiers you believe to be dying with hunger. captured. a hat with wide brim. rosette of an officer of the Legion of Honor in his button-hole. who at Nevers is styled the usurper. what should I say to the king?" "Say this to him: `Sire. my dear boy. go. and put off his frock-coat and cravat." and he added with a smile. lathered his face. which appeared to fit him perfectly. put on. black. took a razor. or the day before." "True. he whom in Paris you call the Corsican ogre. they lost sight of him at the corner of the Rue Coq-Heron." At these words he rose. leaving his cane in the corner where he had deposited it. with a firm hand. presented himself at his house." "Oh." Villefort shook his head.

However.he found on the table there Louis XVIII. paid his bill. enter Marseilles at night. or. and by your obedience to my paternal orders. Gerard. breathless. submissive. ran to the window. and hat with broad brim. and a blue frock-coat. Noirtier was a true prophet. if you prefer it.mansioningles. a return which was unprecedented in the past. to arrest a man with black whiskers. always smouldering in the south. and thus the Girondin of '93 and the Senator of 1806 protected him who so lately had been his protector. put on his travelling-cap. although M. as he had predicted.' Tell him this. This will be. a prey to all the hopes and fears which enter into the heart of man with ambition and its first successes. Villefort stood watching.that is. my dear Gerard.go. by two or three ill-looking men at the corner of the street. pale and agitated. with the same calmness that had characterized him during the whole of this remarkable and trying conversation. and in the midst of the tumult which prevailed along the road. and. but because it would be humiliating for a grandson of Saint Louis to owe his life to the man of Arcola. Villefort. or. All Villefort's influence barely enabled him to stifle the secret Dantes had so nearly divulged. at length reached Marseilles. which he had the prudence not to wear. rather." Noirtier left the room when he had finished. scarcely was the imperial power established adversary is powerful enough to show you mercy. and saw him pass. being suspected of royalism. Napoleon would. in spite of the authorities.http://www. M. until his father had disappeared at the Rue Bussy. and at your next journey alight at my door. Austerlitz. we will keep you in your place. cool and collected. my dear Gerard. return with all speed. sprang into his carriage. "one means by which you may a second time save me. and it . learned at Lyons that Bonaparte had entered Grenoble. doubtless. scarcely had the emperor re-entered the Tuileries and begun to issue orders from the closet into which we have introduced our readers.'s half-filled snuff-box. -. threw the hat into a dark closet. de Blacas had duly forwarded the brevet. which was ready. my son -. Chapter 13 The Hundred Days. tell him nothing. and at a sign from the emperor the incongruous structure of ancient prejudices and new ideas fell to the ground. we shall act like powerful men who know their enemies. gained nothing save the king's gratitude (which was rather likely to injure him at the present time) and the cross of the Legion of Honor. if the political balance should some day take another turn. the monarchy he had scarcely reconstructed tottered on its precarious foundation. Go. who were there. Villefort. put aside the curtain. for this time. and your house by the back-door. to rekindle the flames of civil war. Every one knows the history of the famous return from Elba. with a smile. I swear to you. secret. above all. -. The king's procureur alone was deprived of his office. checked with a look the thousand questions he was ready to ask. and calling his valet. have deprived Villefort of his office had it not been for Noirtier." added Noirtier. Then he turned to the various articles he had left behind him. put the black cravat and blue frock-coat at the bottom of the portmanteau. broke the cane into small bits and flung it in the fire. therefore. quiet. Marengo. inoffensive. Louis XVIII. perhaps. and things progressed rapidly. and cast you aloft while hurling me down. made but a faint attempt to parry this unexpected blow. friendly counsels.La Mansión del Inglés . and will probably remain without a counterpart in the future. do not boast of what you have come to Paris to do. or have done. Keep your journey a secret.scarcely had this occurred when Marseilles began. Adieu. who was all powerful at court. and there remain.

Owing to this change. "Tell me his name. therefore. although he had no one with him. therefore. turning to Morrel.we will not say all powerful. de Saint-Meran. on the contrary. Morrel to be admitted. pray. he felt a cold shudder all over him when he saw Villefort sitting there with his elbow on his desk. who was accused of being concerned in correspondence with the Island of Elba? What was the other day a crime is to-day a title to favor. but if I can serve you in any way I shall be delighted. Villefort gazed at him as if he had some difficulty in recognizing him. that most insurmountable barrier which separates the well-bred from the vulgar man. to ask what has become of him?" Villefort by a strong effort sought to control himself.." "Explain yourself. sir." " was your duty. "Dantes. I came to intercede for a young is equally your duty. If the emperor remained on the throne. Morrel. but his marriage was put off until a more favorable opportunity." "Edmond Dantes. so much so. in the most natural tone in the world. he found him as he had found him six weeks before. when one morning his door opened. and full of that glacial politeness. and you ought to protect him -. "What is his name?" said he. He had entered Villefort's office expecting that the magistrate would tremble at the sight of required but little to excite the populace to acts of far greater violence than the shouts and insults with which they assailed the royalists whenever they ventured abroad. returned. "and tell me to what circumstance I owe the honor of this visit. could be vastly increased. calm. Gerard required a different alliance to aid his career. then. -"M. Any one else would have hastened to receive him. "Yes. after a brief interval. and his head leaning on his hand. monsieur?" said he. The deputyprocureur was. "do you recollect that a few days before the landing of his majesty the emperor. and M. and he knew this would be a sign of weakness. the influence of M. Villefort retained his place. . the first magistrate of Marseilles. monsieur." "Yes." said the magistrate. like his own. I believe?" said Villefort. with a patronizing wave of the hand. for the simple reason that the king's procureur always makes every one wait. he ordered M. Morrel expected Villefort would be dejected." "Do you not guess. that many of the most zealous partisans of Bonaparte accused him of "moderation" -. "Edmond Dantes. the worthy shipowner became at that moment -. but he did not blanch." said Morrel. to-day you serve Napoleon." Villefort would probably have rather stood opposite the muzzle of a pistol at five-andtwenty paces than have heard this name spoken. if Louis XVIII.mansioningles. the mate of my ship.but sufficiently influential to make a demand in favor of Dantes. monsieur?" asked Morrel. "Not in the least. recovering his assurance as he proceeded. He made Morrel wait in the antechamber. -"Are you quite sure you are not mistaken. Morrel was announced.http://www." Villefort opened a large register. and you did not show any favor -. and the marriage be still more suitable. then went to a table. He stopped at the door. during which the honest shipowner turned his hat in his hands." "Everything depends on you." repeated he. but Villefort was a man of ability. You then served Louis XVIII. firm. because Morrel was a prudent and rather a timid man. and then. I come.La Mansión del Inglés . and after passing a quarter of an hour in reading the papers." "Come nearer. from the table turned to his registers.

" "Do not be too hasty. how would you advise me to act?" asked he. was conscious only of the other's condescension." "How?" "It is sometimes essential to government to cause a man's disappearance without leaving any traces. Do not you recollect. and the order for his liberation must proceed from the same source. The emperor is more strict in prison discipline than even Louis himself. instead of referring him to the governors of the prison or the prefect of the department. the last four of which he was in my service. the royalists were very severe with the Bonapartists in those days. as Napoleon has scarcely been reinstated a fortnight. I came about six weeks ago to plead for clemency." said Morrel. or to the Sainte-Marguerite islands." said Villefort." Villefort thus forestalled any . Oh." "Carried off!" said Morrel." Had Morrel even any suspicions. but the chosen of the nation.a sailor.mansioningles. Some fine morning he will return to take command of your vessel. The miraculous return of Napoleon has conquered me." "Wait a moment. I know what that is. the letters have not yet been forwarded. it shall be kept for him. I recollect now. because I believed the Bourbons not only the heirs to the throne. You received me very coldly. since the reign of Louis XIV." "Oh. but he will read a petition countersigned and presented by me." "That is true. Villefort had calculated rightly." said Morrel. "I was then a royalist." returned Villefort. "What can they have done with him?" "Oh.of releasing him from arrest?" "There has been no Had Morrel been a more quick-sighted man." "And will you undertake to deliver it?" "With the greatest pleasure. and a week after he was carried off. "No.La Mansión del Inglés . de Villefort. who was about to marry a young Catalan girl. Dantes was then guilty. and now he is innocent. he would have been surprised at the king's procureur answering him on such a subject. the minister receives two hundred petitions every day. M." "It might be so under the Bourbons. "I am not mistaken. it was a very serious charge. M." "Well?" "I made my report to the authorities at Paris. and." replied Villefort. "I like to hear you speak thus. But how is it he is not already returned? It seems to me the first care of government should be to set at liberty those who have suffered for their adherence to it. and does not read three. "The order of imprisonment came from high authority. and the number of prisoners whose names are not on the register is incalculable. Morrel. my dear Morrel. he has been taken to Fenestrelles. "I have it -. "Well. But Morrel. or better versed in these matters. to Pignerol. the legitimate monarch is he who is loved by his people. disappointed in his expectations of exciting fear. and I augur well for Edmond from it. as I come to-day to plead for justice.http://www." "Come when he will." "Monsieur. but at present" -"It has always been so." "How so?" "You know that when he left here he was taken to the Palais de Justice. I have known him for ten years. and it is as much my duty to free him as it was to condemn him. so that no written forms or documents may defeat their wishes. turning over the leaves of a register." "But." "That's right!" cried Morrel. "is there no way of expediting all these formalities -. so much kindness would have dispelled them. "Petition the minister.

during the respite the absence of his rival afforded him. Villefort read it aloud. Dantes' patriotic services were exaggerated. Only think what the poor fellow may even now be suffering. remounted the throne. a second restoration. Louis XVIII. and twice had Villefort soothed him with promises. and was no more heard of.La Mansión del Inglés . to whom Marseilles had become filled with remorseful memories." said he. instead of sending to Paris. no doubt. Morrel of his wish to quit the sea." "Will the petition go soon?" "To-day. He therefore informed M. Only.'s throne. He then left for Madrid. and hastened to announce to old Dantes that he would soon see his son." "Will you be so good?" "Certainly. at the spot from whence Marseilles and the Catalans are visible. "That will do. and heard not the noise of the fall of Louis XVIII.that is." said Villefort. Danglars' heart failed him." This assurance delighted Morrel. termed the coincidence. Dantes remained a prisoner. "leave the rest to me. At last there was Waterloo. ten or twelve days after Napoleon's return. As for Villefort." "Countersigned by you?" "The best thing I can do will be to certify the truth of the contents of your petition." But when Napoleon returned to Paris. if it did take place would leave him defenceless. and any fresh attempt would only compromise himself uselessly. which. "But how shall I address the minister?" "Sit down there. that is. Dantes must be crushed to gratify Villefort's ambition. Villefort wrote the certificate at the bottom." "That is true. Villefort dictated a petition. into whose service he entered at the end of March. partly on plans of emigration and abduction. Twice during the Hundred Days had Morrel renewed his danger of an inquiry. remained in his dungeon. and he was made out one of the most active agents of Napoleon's return. forgotten of earth and heaven. giving up his place to Morrel. and he lived in constant fear of Dantes' return on a mission of vengeance. and. he reflected. however improbable it might be. and Morrel came no more. who took leave of Villefort.http://www. And so Dantes. But lose no time.mansioningles. Fernand understood nothing except that Dantes was absent. watching for the apparition of a young and handsome man." And. he carefully preserved the petition that so fearfully compromised Dantes." Villefort shuddered at the suggestion. or the still more tragic destruction of the empire. Danglars comprehended the full extent of the wretched fate that overwhelmed Dantes. who . partly on the means of deceiving Mercedes as to the cause of his absence. and obtained a recommendation from him to a Spanish merchant. in the hopes of an event that seemed not unlikely. What had become of him he cared not to inquire. but he had gone too far to draw back. whose father now stood higher at court than ever. -. we have lost too much already. after the manner of mediocre minds. "a decree of Providence. he had done all that was in his power. from an excellent intention. he. as from time to time he sat sad and motionless on the summit of Cape Pharo. "and write what I dictate. sitting down. "What more is to be done?" "I will do whatever is necessary. Villefort. and a fortnight afterwards he married Mademoiselle de Saint-Meran. The petition finished. after the Hundred Days and after Waterloo. in which. It was evident that at the sight of this document the minister would instantly release him. sought and obtained the situation of king's procureur at Toulouse. when Napoleon returned to France.

you see all.mansioningles. He inquired how they were fed. that the fare was detestable. but he had so long ceased to have any intercourse with the world. and if they had any request to make. he would shoot Dantes. bearing with him the terrible thought that while he was away. A year after Louis XVIII. who was only sustained by hope. They shook their heads. Should Dantes not return. Five months after he had been separated from his son. It was not want of courage that prevented her putting this resolution into execution. for he constantly hopes. he would have done so when he parted from Mercedes. like Fernand. but her religious feelings came to her aid and saved her.La Mansión del Inglés . What could they desire beyond their liberty? The inspector turned smilingly to the governor. his rival would perhaps return and marry Mercedes. "My brother. -. he breathed his last in Mercedes' arms. and to assist. and that they wanted to be set free. was stigmatized as a crime. and debating as to whether it were not better to cast herself into the abyss of the ocean. and then kill himself." These words carried a ray of hope into Fernand's heart. the father of so dangerous a Bonapartist as Dantes. Old Dantes. one after another. The universal response was. Caderousse was. the cells and dungeons of several of the prisoners. His devotion. and this was now strengthened by gratitude. who could hear the plash of the drop of water that every hour fell from the roof of his dungeon. and the sea that had never seemed so vast. at other times gazing on the sea. when you see one prisoner. There was more than benevolence in this action." . Morrel paid the expenses of his funeral.sounds that at the depth where he lay would have been inaudible to any but the ear of a prisoner. he was merely sent to the frontier. He guessed something uncommon was passing among the living.http://www. Mercedes might one day be his. The inspector asked if they had anything else to ask for. enrolled in the army. "I do not know what reason government can assign for these useless visits. even on his death-bed. M. Mercedes was left alone face to face with the vast plain that had never seemed so barren. Fernand's mind was made up. -. and the compassion he showed for her misfortunes. the south was aflame. and every man in France capable of bearing arms rushed to obey the summons of the emperor. there was courage.'s restoration. Bathed in tears she wandered about the Catalan was for him also the messenger of vengeance. being married and eight years older. whose good behavior or stupidity recommended them to the clemency of the government. Had Fernand really meant to kill himself." said she as she placed his knapsack on his shoulders. and almost at the hour of his arrest. looking towards Marseilles. but. Dantes in his cell heard the noise of preparation. lost all hope at Napoleon's downfall. -. and a few small debts the poor old man had contracted. Chapter 14 The Two Prisoners. a man of his disposition never kills himself. The inspector visited. that he looked upon himself as dead. But Fernand was mistaken. the dangerous and mad prisoners are in the dungeons. During this time the empire made its last conscription.always the same thing. produced the effect they always produce on noble minds -Mercedes had always had a sincere regard for Fernand. "be careful of yourself.ill fed and innocent. Sometimes she stood mute and motionless as a statue. I shall be alone in the world. and thus end her woes. for if you are killed. a visit was made by the inspector-general of prisons. Are there any others?" "Yes. Fernand departed with the rest.

he is almost mad now. formerly leader of a party in Italy. he grew thin. Dantes. who has been here since 1811. Antoine?" asked the governor." replied the governor." replied the governor. At the sound of the key turning in the lock. "The prisoners sometimes. Seeing a stranger. through mere uneasiness of life. and in 1813 he went mad." "So much the better for him. an abbe. "who can live here?" "A most dangerous conspirator." "How long his he been there?" "Nearly a year. "Oh.he is already more gentle.http://www. and to which you descend by another stair. and the inspector descended a stairway.mansioningles. Now we have in a dungeon about twenty feet distant. You had better see him. he now laughs. and respiration. and that the moment to address himself to the superior authorities was come. and you might fall a victim. "He is worse than that." returned the inspector." said the governor. "We must play the farce to the end. and the change is astonishing. commit acts of useless violence. "I must conscientiously perform my duty. sprang forward with clasped hands. and the latter recoiled two or three steps. The soldiers interposed their bayonets." "He is alone?" "Certainly.he will suffer less." "Let us first send for two soldiers. as to be loathsome to sight. so humid." said the inspector with an air of fatigue. no. "By all means. escorted by two turnkeys holding torches and accompanied by two soldiers. he now grows fat. "and this remark proves that you have deeply considered the subject. The inspector listened attentively. Dantes. for they thought that he was about to attack the inspector. and the creaking of the hinges. so foul.he is a devil!" returned the turnkey. observed." said the inspector." "I will see them both. "Let us visit this one first. who was crouched in a corner of the dungeon." "Was he placed here when he first arrived?" "No. "Shall I complain of him?" demanded the inspector. -. "He must be mad. sir. he wished to display his authority. Is it not true. -. a man we are ordered to keep the most strict watch over. turning to the governor. he addressed the inspector. and retreated before the . "Oh. Besides. "He will become religious -. Let us see the dungeons." "Take all needful precautions. who took his food to him." This was the inspector's first visit. it is useless. he is afraid. Dantes saw that he was looked upon as dangerous." said the inspector. Then." replied the inspector." added "Let us visit them. so dark. and in every way fit for his office. then. and sought to inspire him with pity. and to whom the governor spoke bareheaded. raised his head.La Mansión del Inglés . the very one who is lighting us. "You are right. smell. who guessed the truth. and in another year he will be quite so. "True enough. whence he could see the ray of light that came through a narrow iron grating above. Two soldiers were accordingly sent for." "To kill the turnkey?" "Yes. and he signed to the turnkey to open the door." cried the inspector. a man full of philanthropy. He used to weep. infusing all the humility he possessed into his eyes and voice. and in order to be sentenced to death. He was. as this remark shows. as he is daring and resolute. he wanted to kill me!" returned the turnkey. for his madness is amusing. not until he attempted to kill the turnkey.

he is now at Toulouse. sir." "Monsieur. at half-past two in the afternoon. "I can tell by your voice you are touched with pity. had arrived at the summit of his ambition -. and I beg his pardon." "And you are not so any longer?" "No. tell me at least to hope. then?" asked the inspector. on the contrary. I made some curious observations on this at Charenton. but you will find terrible charges. turning to the prisoner. cannot be denied to one who is accused!" "We shall see. See him. and if I am guilty. rely on the notes he has left concerning you?" "Entirely." replied the inspector. and is ignorant of the fate of his affianced wife." "Only seventeen months. and who loses all in an instant -. "I want to know what crime I have committed -.why it is but seventeen months. can have me tried -." "Certainly." "I am no longer surprised at my detention. I am free -. and prayed earnestly. is a worse punishment than human crime ever merited. and the reason why I was condemned. and hear what he says. to die here cursing his executioners. surely. "On my word. The door closed.and that is all I ask. "since my only protector is removed.http://www. like me." continued Dantes. but a trial.I have been here so long. the other day." said the inspector. 1816. then. but I was mad. who saw an honorable career opened before him. the poor devil touches me. Uncertainty is worse than all. then. when you tried to kill the turnkey. like me. the victim of an infamous be tried. "What is it you want?" said he." "To-day is the 30th of July." "So long? -. Villefort." "It is true. "you are not so always." "Oh. Let me know my bayonets -. You must show me the proofs against him. you do not know what is seventeen months in prison! -. -. de Villefort any cause of personal dislike to you?" "None. wait patiently. Have pity on me." said the inspector. "Monsieur. "I believe so.hope.seventeen ages rather. but this time a fresh inmate was left with Dantes -." murmured Dantes. not pardon.when were you arrested. What matters really.a trial. turning to the governor. who." "Had M." "I can. "Oh." Dantes fell on his knees.who sees his prospects destroyed. for he his always been very good to me. it's of no consequence. ." "I cannot tell you that. captivity his subdued me -." "Go on with the lights. "I can only promise to examine into your case." cried Dantes. is that an innocent man should languish in a man. then. but to officers of justice and the king. but you can plead for me -. but a verdict -. then.then I am saved!" "Who arrested you?" "M. he was very kind to me. I don't know." "Are you well fed?" said the inspector. that." remarked the governor." replied Dantes. not only to me. to be shot." Then. was on the point of marrying a woman he adored. Villefort is no longer at Marseilles. and whether his aged father be still living! Seventeen months captivity to a sailor accustomed to the boundless ocean. not intelligence. sir. to be set at liberty." "You are very humble to-day.La Mansión del Inglés .madmen are not afraid of anything." "That is well.mansioningles. for instance. especially to a man who. I ask only for a trial. "I know it is not in your power to release me. "The 28th of February." "M. and ask for me. if innocent.

now. very bad. "you have not the latest news from Italy?" "My information dates from the day on which I was arrested." said the inspector. the lodging is very unhealthful. "I." "What is his folly?" "He fancies he possesses an immense treasure. and his madness is less affecting than this one's display of reason." "You do not understand." "No. and offer you five millions. and seemed as much absorbed in his problem as Archimedes was when the soldier of Marcellus slew him." "How curious! -. I was arrested. toward the beginning of the year 1811. I should never have the courage to come down again." "The food is the same as in other prisons. sat a man whose tattered garments scarcely covered him. raising his head. born at Rome." cried the abbe." In the centre of the cell." "Very possibly." "Monsieur." returned the Abbe Faria. I was for twenty years Cardinal Spada's secretary. He was drawing in this circle geometrical lines. "It is here. he perceived with astonishment the number of persons present. and the inspector gazed curiously into the chamber of the "mad abbe.http://www. the third." "Ah." continued the inspector. and independent. monsieur. which was to make Italy a united kingdom. then. "I am the Abbe Faria." . "providence has changed this gigantic plan you advocate so warmly. why.what is his name?" "The Abbe Faria. "and as the emperor had created the kingdom of Rome for his infant son. three. this one is not like the other." said the inspector. only I am not come to discuss politics. and hear the requests of the "Will you see the register at once. "If I once went up those stairs. two. -.La Mansión del Inglés . "What is it you want?" said the inspector.that is. in a circle traced with a fragment of plaster detached from the wall. but a secret I have to reveal of the greatest importance. he will ask to speak to you in private. and I presume that. unlock the door. that is different. "I am sent here by government to visit the prison." said the inspector. and continued his calculations until the flash of the torches lighted up with an unwonted glare the sombre walls of his cell. but it is not that which I wish to speak of." continued the prisoner. and so on progressively." "Monsieur." "Why from the French government?" "Because I was arrested at Piombino. since then I have demanded my liberty from the Italian and French government. "and we shall understand each other. and wrapped it round him. Antoine." "Ah. on the whole. He did not move at the sound of the door. The first year he offered government a million of francs for his release. I hope. He hastily seized the coverlet of his bed." returned the inspector." whispered the governor. like Milan and Florence.mansioningles. the second." "There. but. Piombino has become the capital of some French department. He is now in his fifth year of captivity." replied the abbe with an air of surprise -"I want nothing." The turnkey obeyed. "or proceed to the other cell?" "Let us visit them all. I presume that he has realized the dream of Machiavelli and Caesar Borgia. passable for a dungeon. happy. "it is just as I told you. I know not." asked the governor." "It is the only means of rendering Italy strong. 27. but to inquire if you have anything to ask or to complain of." "Oh.

God will give it me. who having ears hear not. if they will only give me my liberty." "That proves." "On my word." "You do not reply to my question. "Of course. addressing Faria." said the inspector. ." cried the abbe. and continued his calculations. "to free me if what I tell you prove true. "Swear to me. and I will content myself with the rest." "My dear sir. monsieur." And the abbe. Inspector."I inquired if you are well fed?" said he." whispered the inspector in his turn. if it succeeded. the government is rich and does not want your treasures. he seized the inspector's hand. "that you are like those of Holy Writ. "You will not accept my gold. -." returned the inspector with a smile." replied Faria. which. "If all the prisoners took it into their heads to travel a hundred leagues." returned the abbe. "it is not absolutely necessary for us to be alone. "had I not been told beforehand that this man was mad. "Monsieur." said the abbe." replied the inspector impatiently. "Is the spot far from here?" "A hundred leagues." "The scheme is well known." continued he. does it not?" Faria fixed his eyes on him with an expression that would have convinced any one else of his sanity." "The very sum you named. resumed his place." continued the abbe." replied the inspector. "of what else should I speak?" "Mr. Had not government better profit by it? I will offer six millions. I will stay here." "What did I tell you?" said the governor. "I would speak to you of a large sum. it concerns your treasures.I ask no more.mansioningles. "Nor you to mine. "What is he doing there?" said the inspector. I will keep it for myself." "I am not "We are coming to the point." The governor laughed. "It is for that reason I am delighted to see you. "The treasure I speak of really exists." whispered the governor." The abbe's eyes glistened. I should believe what he says. you run no risk. "and the abbe's plan has not even the merit of originality. "although you have disturbed me in a most important calculation." "Are you well fed?" repeated the inspector. seeing that the inspector was about to depart. the governor can be present." said he." said the governor. casting away his coverlet. as I told you. "keep them until you are liberated." cried he." continued Faria. for. with that acuteness of hearing peculiar to prisoners. bring me here again." replied Faria. "and am detained here until my death? this treasure will be lost.http://www." continued the governor." "Unfortunately. "I can tell you the story as well as he. they would have a capital chance of escaping. in which I promise to lead you to the spot where you shall dig. Could you allow me a few words in private. You refuse me my liberty. and their guardians consented to accompany them. and I offer to sign an agreement with you." "It is not ill-planned. "I know beforehand what you are about to say." said the governor. "You knew him. and if I deceive you. for it has been dinned in my ears for the last four or five years. "But what if I am not liberated. so there is no chance of my escaping. amounting to five millions. and having eyes see not. "However." Then turning to Faria -. "But.La Mansión del Inglés . "What you ask is impossible. and I will stay here while you go to the spot. would possibly change Newton's system." said the inspector in a low tone.

the liberty he so earnestly prayed for. and shielded by their birth. he learned their numbers instead. restrained by the limits of mere probability. . and amongst them Dantes' jailer. As the Inquisition rarely allowed its victims to be seen with their limbs distorted and their flesh lacerated by torture. but nowadays they are not inviolable. The inspector kept his word with Dantes. and the eye that scrutinizes their actions."Nothing to be done. he wrote the date. took an active part in the return from Elba.http://www. Caligula or Nero. an illusion of the brain. condemned him to perpetual captivity. but now. "He was wealthy once. "if he had been rich.Dantes still waited. then months -.La Mansión del Inglés . This fortnight expired. This horrible place contained fifty cells. The greatest watchfulness and care to be exercised. 30th July. "Or dreamed he was. it is conveyed to some gloomy hospital. gone mad in prison. from whence.he was now number 34. But the kings of modern times. It has always been against the policy of despotic governments to suffer the victims of their persecutions to reappear. At the expiration of a year the governor was transferred. those desirers of the impossible. three months passed away. and found the following note concerning him: -Edmond Dantes: Violent Bonapartist. and Dantes began to fancy the inspector's visit but a dream. so madness is always concealed in its cell. perhaps?" said the "Counting his treasures. he had. have neither courage nor desire. their inhabitants were designated by the numbers of their cell. The turnkey closed the door behind them." replied the governor. he decided that the inspector would do nothing until his return to Paris.mansioningles. he simply wrote. and that he would not reach there until his circuit was finished. They went out. He remained in his cell. those treasure-seekers. This note was in a different hand from the rest. it would have been too tedious to acquire the names of the prisoners. in order not to lose his reckoning again. he had obtained charge of the fortress at Ham. he at first expected to be freed in a fortnight. then six more. where the doctor has no thought for man or mind in the mutilated being the jailer delivers to him. -. Finally ten months and a half had gone by and no favorable change had taken place. he therefore fixed three months. A new governor arrived. The very madness of the Abbe Faria. 1816. and this visit only increased the belief in his insanity. would have accorded to the poor wretch. and awoke mad. in exchange for his wealth. Formerly they believed themselves sprung from Jupiter. The inspector could not contend against this accusation. should it depart. till then." So the matter ended for the Abbe Faria. They fear the ear that hears their orders. which showed that it had been added since his confinement." "After all. forgotten the date. and made a mark every day." said the inspector." This visit had infused new vigor into Dantes. Chapter 15 Number 34 and Number 27. Faria replied to this sarcasm with a glance of profound contempt. He took with him several of his subordinates. Days and weeks passed away. and the unhappy young man was no longer called Edmond Dantes -. he examined the register. with a fragment of plaster. he would not have been here.

returned. He clung to one idea -. he whose past life was so short. for a change. he recollected the prayers his mother had taught him. and he then turned to God. but the sound of his voice terrified him. but the latter sapiently imagined that Dantes wished to conspire or attempt an escape. and at the end of every prayer introduced the entreaty oftener addressed to man than to God: "Forgive us our trespasses as we forgive them that trespass against us. he addressed his supplications. to speak to a man. The jailer. not to God. before his captivity. do not have any hope in him till they have exhausted all other means of deliverance. They were very happy. He could not do this. Dantes remained a prisoner. although the latter was. and would afford him some amusement. he had tried to speak when alone. and the brand on the shoulder. Dantes. traverse in mental vision the history of the ages. in the solitude of his dungeon. He entreated to be allowed to walk about. Dantes asked to be removed from his present dungeon into another. without apparent cause. that would have exalted in thus revisiting the past. for he fell into a sort of ecstasy. He besought the jailer one day to let him have a companion.that of his happiness.http://www. was imprisoned like an eagle in a cage. At the bottom of his heart he had often had a feeling of pity for this unhappy young man who suffered so. and murderers. but he went on asking all the same. . he considered and reconsidered this idea. the chain. therefore. He was sustained at first by that pride of conscious innocence which is the sequence to hope. if possible. and saw each other. whose present so melancholy. though rough and hardened by the constant sight of so much suffering. by an unheard-of fatality. he sighed for the galleys. The galley-slaves breathed the fresh air of heaven. devoured it (so to speak). Nineteen years of light to reflect upon in eternal darkness! No distraction could come to his aid. then he began to doubt his own innocence. he could not. made up of thieves. was yet a man. His requests were not granted. He laid every action of his life before the Almighty. and he laid the request of number 34 before the governor. and prayed aloud. He now wished to be amongst them. vagabonds. and then. Dantes spoke for the sake of hearing his own voice. relaxing his sentiment of pride. and refused his request. Dantes was a man of great simplicity of thought. He accustomed himself to speaking to the new jailer. Often. and writing materials. Unfortunates. was still a change. and without education. however disadvantageous. in order to see some other face besides that of his jailer. which justified in some measure the governor's belief in his mental alienation. bring to life the nations that had perished. even though mute. and his future so doubtful. but still. no longer terrified at the sound of his own voice. with the infamous costume. who ought to begin with God. and discovered a new meaning in every word. God is always the last resource. but to man. and that pass before the eye glowing with celestial colors in Martin's Babylonian pictures. proposed tasks to accomplish. were it even the mad abbe. his energetic spirit. books." Yet in spite of his earnest prayers. to have fresh air. was something. as the implacable Ugolino devours the skull of Archbishop Roger in the Inferno of Dante. All the pious ideas that had been so long forgotten. for in prosperity prayers seem but a mere medley of words. Then gloom settled heavily upon him.La Mansión del Inglés . destroyed.mansioningles. and rebuild the ancient cities so vast and stupendous in the light of the imagination. Dantes had exhausted all human resources. mind had revolted at the idea of assemblages of prisoners. more taciturn than the old one. until misfortune comes and the unhappy sufferer first understands the meaning of the sublime language in which he invokes the pity of heaven! He Dantes passed through all the stages of torture natural to prisoners in suspense.

because I was unwilling that I. led to paroxysms of fury. "I wish to die. however. but he who unwarily ventures within its embrace finds himself struggling with a monster that would drag him down to perdition. because to be cast upon a bed of rocks and seaweed seemed terrible. so that the least thing. the sea rage and foam. This state of mental anguish is. "I will cast them out of the window. that had thus plunged him into the deepest misery. Dantes uttered blasphemies that made his jailer recoil with horror. and every line gleamed forth in fiery letters on the wall like the mene tekel upharsin of Belshazzar. and found them all insufficient. But now it is different. at the end of the second he had ceased to mark the lapse of time. and death then terrified me. -. with their train of gloomy spectres. fled from his cell when the angel of death seemed about to enter. because he felt that he could throw it off at pleasure. who.http://www. and his struggles but tend to hasten his destruction. the storm arise. like a worn-out garment. Two methods of self-destruction were at his disposal. and began that day to carry out his resolve." . ate little and slept less. a creature made for the service of God. at the bottom of which lie darkness and obscurity. Once thus ensnared. all his sufferings. dashed himself furiously against the walls of his prison. Then the letter that Villefort had showed to him recurred to his mind. as I fall asleep when I have paced three thousand times round my cell. He could hang himself with his handkerchief to the window bars. that trembled and shook before the tempest. Dantes had always entertained the greatest horror of pirates. He told himself that it was the enmity of man. if not repose. and I used all my skill and intelligence as a man and a sailor to struggle against the wrath of God. Soon the fury of the waves and the sight of the sharp rocks announced the approach of death." and had chosen the manner of his death. chose that middle line that seemed to afford him a refuge. Nearly four years had passed away. who are hung up to the yard-arm. Then I felt that my vessel was a vain refuge. like a monstrous bird. and. He consigned his unknown persecutors to the most horrible tortures he could imagine. and." No sooner had this idea taken possession of him than he became more composed. death smiles and invites me to repose. and after death. and found existence almost supportable. less terrible than the sufferings that precede or the punishment that possibly will follow. He resolved to adopt the second.mansioningles. Unhappy he. "Sometimes. or refuse food and die of starvation. and if punishment were the end in view other tortures than death must be invented. "When my morning and evening meals are brought.a grain of sand. should serve for food to the gulls and ravens.La Mansión del Inglés . arranged his couch to the best of his power. Edmond found some solace in these ideas. unless the protecting hand of God snatch him thence. when I was a man and commanded other men. "in my voyages. But I did so because I was happy. I die after my own manner. and fearful of changing his mind. All his sorrows. By dint of constantly dwelling on the idea that tranquillity was death. There is a sort of consolation at the contemplation of the yawning abyss. I die exhausted and brokenspirited. he had taken an oath to die. and they will think that I have eaten them. looking forward with terror to his future existence. he would not die by what seemed an infamous death. broods over ideas like these! Before him is a dead sea that stretches in azure calm before the eye. and not the vengeance of heaven." said he. I have lost all that bound me to life. or a breath of air that annoyed him. Dantes said. beating the two horizons with its wings. a straw. wreaked his anger upon everything. because after torture came death. I have seen the heavens overcast. and chiefly upon himself. all is over. Dantes reviewed his past life with composure." thought he. he began to reflect on suicide. on the brink of misfortune. because I had not courted death. But the first was repugnant to him. at least the boon of Rage supplanted religious fervor.

Hunger made viands once repugnant. What unforseen events might not open his prison door. his prospects less desperate. grumbling and complaining. a powerful tooth. the young man's brain instantly responded to the idea that haunts all prisoners -. For a week since he had resolved to die. his thirst had abated. and striving to diminish the distance that separated them.he had nearly fifty years to live. "it is some prisoner who is striving to obtain his freedom. and restore him to liberty? Then he raised to his lips the repast that." thought he. No. It was the last yearning for life contending with the resolution of despair. and gazed thoughtfully at the morsel of bad meat. Edmond hoped he was dying. when he closed his eyes he saw myriads of lights dancing before them like the will-o'-the-wisps that play about the marshes. that their noise did not. and at last with regret. and it was but one of those dreams that forerun death! Edmond still heard the sound. the provisions his jailer brought him -.La Mansión del Inglés . he held the plate in his hand for an hour at a time. had not answered him when he inquired what was the matter with him. Edmond raised his head and listened. nearer and more distinct. Edmond was intensely interested.http://www. and turned his face to the wall when he looked too curiously at him. and so destroy a ray of something like hope that soothed his last moments. he withdrew. Some hours afterwards it began again. then his dungeon seemed less sombre. Nothing but the recollection of his oath gave him strength to proceed. he refused himself. and he would not break it. of tainted fish. It lasted nearly three hours. Edmond felt a sort of stupor creeping over him which brought with it a feeling almost of content. Edmond listened. Dantes raised himself up and began to talk about everything. like a voluntary Tantalus. and wearying the patience of his jailer. and placing the food on the rickety table. So many loathsome animals inhabited the prison. Although weakened. he had not sufficient strength to rise and cast his supper out of the loophole. and during the four days that he had been carrying out his purpose. no. as if made by a huge claw. The jailer brought him his breakfast. Oh. and had sent this noise to warn him on the very brink of the abyss. Edmond had not spoken to the attendant. awake him. but whether abstinence had quickened his faculties. or some iron instrument attacking the stones. he then heard a noise of something falling. "There can be no doubt about it. if I were only there to help him!" Suddenly another idea took . about the coldness of his dungeon. at He kept his word. twice a day he cast out. but now the jailer might hear the noise and put an end to it. Thus the day passed away. Perhaps one of those beloved ones he had so often thought of was thinking of him. and all was silent. He was still young -he was only four or five and twenty -. through the barred aperture. and the sound became more and more distinct. It was a continual scratching. He persisted first gayly. It was the twilight of that mysterious country called Death! Suddenly. Fortunately. doubtless he was deceived. the jailer feared he was dangerously ill. of black and mouldy bread. he fancied that Dantes was delirious. then with deliberation. about nine o'clock in the evening. now acceptable. in order to have an excuse for speaking louder.liberty! It seemed to him that heaven had at length taken pity on him. the gnawing pain at his stomach had ceased. in general. or whether the noise was really louder than usual. but he thought of his oath.mansioningles. The next morning he could not see or hear. about the bad quality of the food. Edmond heard a hollow sound in the wall against which he was lying. who out of kindness of heart had brought broth and white bread for his prisoner. Suddenly the jailer entered.

La Mansión del Inglés - possession of his mind, so used to misfortune, that it was scarcely capable of hope -- the idea that the noise was made by workmen the governor had ordered to repair the neighboring dungeon. It was easy to ascertain this; but how could he risk the question? It was easy to call his jailer's attention to the noise, and watch his countenance as he listened; but might he not by this means destroy hopes far more important than the short-lived satisfaction of his own curiosity? Unfortunately, Edmond's brain was still so feeble that he could not bend his thoughts to anything in particular. He saw but one means of restoring lucidity and clearness to his judgment. He turned his eyes towards the soup which the jailer had brought, rose, staggered towards it, raised the vessel to his lips, and drank off the contents with a feeling of indescribable pleasure. He had often heard that shipwrecked persons had died through having eagerly devoured too much food. Edmond replaced on the table the bread he was about to devour, and returned to his couch -- he did not wish to die. He soon felt that his ideas became again collected -- he could think, and strengthen his thoughts by reasoning. Then he said to himself, "I must put this to the test, but without compromising anybody. If it is a workman, I need but knock against the wall, and he will cease to work, in order to find out who is knocking, and why he does so; but as his occupation is sanctioned by the governor, he will soon resume it. If, on the contrary, it is a prisoner, the noise I make will alarm him, he will cease, and not begin again until he thinks every one is asleep." Edmond rose again, but this time his legs did not tremble, and his sight was clear; he went to a corner of his dungeon, detached a stone, and with it knocked against the wall where the sound came. He struck thrice. At the first blow the sound ceased, as if by magic. Edmond listened intently; an hour passed, two hours passed, and no sound was heard from the wall -- all was silent there. Full of hope, Edmond swallowed a few mouthfuls of bread and water, and, thanks to the vigor of his constitution, found himself well-nigh recovered. The day passed away in utter silence -- night came without recurrence of the noise. "It is a prisoner," said Edmond joyfully. The night passed in perfect silence. Edmond did not close his eyes. In the morning the jailer brought him fresh provisions -- he had already devoured those of the previous day; he ate these listening anxiously for the sound, walking round and round his cell, shaking the iron bars of the loophole, restoring vigor and agility to his limbs by exercise, and so preparing himself for his future destiny. At intervals he listened to learn if the noise had not begun again, and grew impatient at the prudence of the prisoner, who did not guess he had been disturbed by a captive as anxious for liberty as himself. Three days passed -- seventy-two long tedious hours which he counted off by minutes! At length one evening, as the jailer was visiting him for the last time that night, Dantes, with his ear for the hundredth time at the wall, fancied he heard an almost imperceptible movement among the stones. He moved away, walked up and down his cell to collect his thoughts, and then went back and listened. The matter was no longer doubtful. Something was at work on the other side of the wall; the prisoner had discovered the danger, and had substituted a lever for a chisel. Encouraged by this discovery, Edmond determined to assist the indefatigable laborer. He began by moving his bed, and looked around for anything with which he could pierce the wall, penetrate the moist cement, and displace a stone. He saw nothing, he had no knife or sharp instrument, the window grating was of iron, but he had too often assured himself of its solidity. All his furniture consisted of a bed, a

La Mansión del Inglés - chair, a table, a pail, and a jug. The bed had iron clamps, but they were screwed to the wood, and it would have required a screw-driver to take them off. The table and chair had nothing, the pail had once possessed a handle, but that had been removed. Dantes had but one resource, which was to break the jug, and with one of the sharp fragments attack the wall. He let the jug fall on the floor, and it broke in pieces. Dantes concealed two or three of the sharpest fragments in his bed, leaving the rest on the floor. The breaking of his jug was too natural an accident to excite suspicion. Edmond had all the night to work in, but in the darkness he could not do much, and he soon felt that he was working against something very hard; he pushed back his bed, and waited for day. All night he heard the subterranean workman, who continued to mine his way. Day came, the jailer entered. Dantes told him that the jug had fallen from his hands while he was drinking, and the jailer went grumblingly to fetch another, without giving himself the trouble to remove the fragments of the broken one. He returned speedily, advised the prisoner to be more careful, and departed. Dantes heard joyfully the key grate in the lock; he listened until the sound of steps died away, and then, hastily displacing his bed, saw by the faint light that penetrated into his cell, that he had labored uselessly the previous evening in attacking the stone instead of removing the plaster that surrounded it. The damp had rendered it friable, and Dantes was able to break it off -- in small morsels, it is true, but at the end of half an hour he had scraped off a handful; a mathematician might have calculated that in two years, supposing that the rock was not encountered, a passage twenty feet long and two feet broad, might be formed. The prisoner reproached himself with not having thus employed the hours he had passed in vain hopes, prayer, and despondency. During the six years that he had been imprisoned, what might he not have accomplished? In three days he had succeeded, with the utmost precaution, in removing the cement, and exposing the stone-work. The wall was built of rough stones, among which, to give strength to the structure, blocks of hewn stone were at intervals imbedded. It was one of these he had uncovered, and which he must remove from its socket. Dantes strove to do this with his nails, but they were too weak. The fragments of the jug broke, and after an hour of useless toil, he paused. Was he to be thus stopped at the beginning, and was he to wait inactive until his fellow workman had completed his task? Suddenly an idea occurred to him -- he smiled, and the perspiration dried on his forehead. The jailer always brought Dantes' soup in an iron saucepan; this saucepan contained soup for both prisoners, for Dantes had noticed that it was either quite full, or half empty, according as the turnkey gave it to him or to his companion first. The handle of this saucepan was of iron; Dantes would have given ten years of his life in exchange for it. The jailer was accustomed to pour the contents of the saucepan into Dantes' plate, and Dantes, after eating his soup with a wooden spoon, washed the plate, which thus served for every day. Now when evening came Dantes put his plate on the ground near the door; the jailer, as he entered, stepped on it and broke it. This time he could not blame Dantes. He was wrong to leave it there, but the jailer was wrong not to have looked before him. The jailer, therefore, only grumbled. Then he looked about for something to pour the soup into; Dantes' entire dinner service consisted of one plate -- there was no alternative.

La Mansión del Inglés - "Leave the saucepan," said Dantes; "you can take it away when you bring me my breakfast." This advice was to the jailer's taste, as it spared him the necessity of making another trip. He left the saucepan. Dantes was beside himself with joy. He rapidly devoured his food, and after waiting an hour, lest the jailer should change his mind and return, he removed his bed, took the handle of the saucepan, inserted the point between the hewn stone and rough stones of the wall, and employed it as a lever. A slight oscillation showed Dantes that all went well. At the end of an hour the stone was extricated from the wall, leaving a cavity a foot and a half in diameter. Dantes carefully collected the plaster, carried it into the corner of his cell, and covered it with earth. Then, wishing to make the best use of his time while he had the means of labor, he continued to work without ceasing. At the dawn of day he replaced the stone, pushed his bed against the wall, and lay down. The breakfast consisted of a piece of bread; the jailer entered and placed the bread on the table. "Well, don't you intend to bring me another plate?" said Dantes. "No," replied the turnkey; "you destroy everything. First you break your jug, then you make me break your plate; if all the prisoners followed your example, the government would be ruined. I shall leave you the saucepan, and pour your soup into that. So for the future I hope you will not be so destructive." Dantes raised his eyes to heaven and clasped his hands beneath the coverlet. He felt more gratitude for the possession of this piece of iron than he had ever felt for anything. He had noticed, however, that the prisoner on the other side had ceased to labor; no matter, this was a greater reason for proceeding -- if his neighbor would not come to him, he would go to his neighbor. All day he toiled on untiringly, and by the evening he had succeeded in extracting ten handfuls of plaster and fragments of stone. When the hour for his jailer's visit arrived, Dantes straightened the handle of the saucepan as well as he could, and placed it in its accustomed place. The turnkey poured his ration of soup into it, together with the fish -- for thrice a week the prisoners were deprived of meat. This would have been a method of reckoning time, had not Dantes long ceased to do so. Having poured out the soup, the turnkey retired. Dantes wished to ascertain whether his neighbor had really ceased to work. He listened -- all was silent, as it had been for the last three days. Dantes sighed; it was evident that his neighbor distrusted him. However, he toiled on all the night without being discouraged; but after two or three hours he encountered an obstacle. The iron made no impression, but met with a smooth surface; Dantes touched it, and found that it was a beam. This beam crossed, or rather blocked up, the hole Dantes had made; it was necessary, therefore, to dig above or under it. The unhappy young man had not thought of this. "O my God, my God!" murmured he, "I have so earnestly prayed to you, that I hoped my prayers had been heard. After having deprived me of my liberty, after having deprived me of death, after having recalled me to existence, my God, have pity on me, and do not let me die in despair!" "Who talks of God and despair at the same time?" said a voice that seemed to come from beneath the earth, and, deadened by the distance, sounded hollow and sepulchral in the young man's ears. Edmond's hair stood on end, and he rose to his knees. "Ah," said he, "I hear a human voice." Edmond had not heard any one speak save his jailer for four or five years; and a jailer is no man to a prisoner -- he is a living door, a barrier of flesh and blood adding strength to restraints of oak and iron. "In the name of heaven," cried Dantes, "speak again, though the sound of your voice terrifies me. Who are you?" "Who are you?" said the voice. "An unhappy prisoner," replied Dantes, who made no hesitation in answering.

La Mansión del Inglés - "Of what country?" "A Frenchman." "Your name?" "Edmond Dantes." "Your profession?" "A sailor." "How long have you been here?" "Since the 28th of February, 1815." "Your crime?" "I am innocent." "But of what are you accused?" "Of having conspired to aid the emperor's return." "What! For the emperor's return? -- the emperor is no longer on the throne, then?" "He abdicated at Fontainebleau in 1814, and was sent to the Island of Elba. But how long have you been here that you are ignorant of all this?" "Since 1811." Dantes shuddered; this man had been four years longer than himself in prison. "Do not dig any more," said the voice; "only tell me how high up is your excavation?" "On a level with the floor." "How is it concealed?" "Behind my bed." "Has your bed been moved since you have been a prisoner?" "No." "What does your chamber open on?" "A corridor." "And the corridor?" "On a court." "Alas!" murmured the voice. "Oh, what is the matter?" cried Dantes. "I have made a mistake owing to an error in my plans. I took the wrong angle, and have come out fifteen feet from where I intended. I took the wall you are mining for the outer wall of the fortress." "But then you would be close to the sea?" "That is what I hoped." "And supposing you had succeeded?" "I should have thrown myself into the sea, gained one of the islands near here -- the Isle de Daume or the Isle de Tiboulen -- and then I should have been safe." "Could you have swum so far?" "Heaven would have given me strength; but now all is lost." "All?" "Yes; stop up your excavation carefully, do not work any more, and wait until you hear from me." "Tell me, at least, who you are?" "I am -- I am No. 27." "You mistrust me, then," said Dantes. Edmond fancied he heard a bitter laugh resounding from the depths. "Oh, I am a Christian," cried Dantes, guessing instinctively that this man meant to abandon him. "I swear to you by him who died for us that naught shall induce me to breathe one syllable to my jailers; but I conjure you do not abandon me. If you do, I

La Mansión del Inglés - swear to you, for I have got to the end of my strength, that I will dash my brains out against the wall, and you will have my death to reproach yourself with." "How old are you? Your voice is that of a young man." "I do not know my age, for I have not counted the years I have been here. All I do know is, that I was just nineteen when I was arrested, the 28th of February, 1815." "Not quite twenty-six!" murmured the voice; "at that age he cannot be a traitor." "Oh, no, no," cried Dantes. "I swear to you again, rather than betray you, I would allow myself to be hacked in pieces!" "You have done well to speak to me, and ask for my assistance, for I was about to form another plan, and leave you; but your age reassures me. I will not forget you. Wait." "How long?" "I must calculate our chances; I will give you the signal." "But you will not leave me; you will come to me, or you will let me come to you. We will escape, and if we cannot escape we will talk; you of those whom you love, and I of those whom I love. You must love somebody?" "No, I am alone in the world." "Then you will love me. If you are young, I will be your comrade; if you are old, I will be your son. I have a father who is seventy if he yet lives; I only love him and a young girl called Mercedes. My father has not yet forgotten me, I am sure, but God alone knows if she loves me still; I shall love you as I loved my father." "It is well," returned the voice; "to-morrow." These few words were uttered with an accent that left no doubt of his sincerity; Dantes rose, dispersed the fragments with the same precaution as before, and pushed his bed back against the wall. He then gave himself up to his happiness. He would no longer be alone. He was, perhaps, about to regain his liberty; at the worst, he would have a companion, and captivity that is shared is but half captivity. Plaints made in common are almost prayers, and prayers where two or three are gathered together invoke the mercy of heaven. All day Dantes walked up and down his cell. He sat down occasionally on his bed, pressing his hand on his heart. At the slightest noise he bounded towards the door. Once or twice the thought crossed his mind that he might be separated from this unknown, whom he loved already; and then his mind was made up -- when the jailer moved his bed and stooped to examine the opening, he would kill him with his water jug. He would be condemned to die, but he was about to die of grief and despair when this miraculous noise recalled him to life. The jailer came in the evening. Dantes was on his bed. It seemed to him that thus he better guarded the unfinished opening. Doubtless there was a strange expression in his eyes, for the jailer said, "Come, are you going mad again?" Dantes did not answer; he feared that the emotion of his voice would betray him. The jailer went away shaking his head. Night came; Dantes hoped that his neighbor would profit by the silence to address him, but he was mistaken. The next morning, however, just as he removed his bed from the wall, he heard three knocks; he threw himself on his knees. "Is it you?" said he; "I am here." "Is your jailer gone?" "Yes," said Dantes; "he will not return until the evening; so that we have twelve hours before us." "I can work, then?" said the voice. "Oh, yes, yes; this instant, I entreat you."

La Mansión del Inglés - In a moment that part of the floor on which Dantes was resting his two hands, as he knelt with his head in the opening, suddenly gave way; he drew back smartly, while a mass of stones and earth disappeared in a hole that opened beneath the aperture he himself had formed. Then from the bottom of this passage, the depth of which it was impossible to measure, he saw appear, first the head, then the shoulders, and lastly the body of a man, who sprang lightly into his cell.

Chapter 16 A Learned Italian. Seizing in his arms the friend so long and ardently desired, Dantes almost carried him towards the window, in order to obtain a better view of his features by the aid of the imperfect light that struggled through the grating. He was a man of small stature, with hair blanched rather by suffering and sorrow than by age. He had a deep-set, penetrating eye, almost buried beneath the thick gray eyebrow, and a long (and still black) beard reaching down to his breast. His thin face, deeply furrowed by care, and the bold outline of his strongly marked features, betokened a man more accustomed to exercise his mental faculties than his physical strength. Large drops of perspiration were now standing on his brow, while the garments that hung about him were so ragged that one could only guess at the pattern upon which they had originally been fashioned. The stranger might have numbered sixty or sixty-five years; but a certain briskness and appearance of vigor in his movements made it probable that he was aged more from captivity than the course of time. He received the enthusiastic greeting of his young acquaintance with evident pleasure, as though his chilled affections were rekindled and invigorated by his contact with one so warm and ardent. He thanked him with grateful cordiality for his kindly welcome, although he must at that moment have been suffering bitterly to find another dungeon where he had fondly reckoned on discovering a means of regaining his liberty. "Let us first see," said he, "whether it is possible to remove the traces of my entrance here -- our future tranquillity depends upon our jailers being entirely ignorant of it." Advancing to the opening, he stooped and raised the stone easily in spite of its weight; then, fitting it into its place, he said, -"You removed this stone very carelessly; but I suppose you had no tools to aid you." "Why," exclaimed Dantes, with astonishment, "do you possess any?" "I made myself some; and with the exception of a file, I have all that are necessary, -- a chisel, pincers, and lever." "Oh, how I should like to see these products of your industry and patience." "Well, in the first place, here is my chisel." So saying, he displayed a sharp strong blade, with a handle made of beechwood. "And with what did you contrive to make that?" inquired Dantes. "With one of the clamps of my bedstead; and this very tool has sufficed me to hollow out the road by which I came hither, a distance of about fifty feet." "Fifty feet!" responded Dantes, almost terrified. "Do not speak so loud, young man -- don't speak so loud. It frequently occurs in a state prison like this, that persons are stationed outside the doors of the cells purposely to overhear the conversation of the prisoners." "But they believe I am shut up alone here." "That makes no difference."

La Mansión del Inglés - "And you say that you dug your way a distance of fifty feet to get here?" "I do; that is about the distance that separates your chamber from mine; only, unfortunately, I did not curve aright; for want of the necessary geometrical instruments to calculate my scale of proportion, instead of taking an ellipsis of forty feet, I made it fifty. I expected, as I told you, to reach the outer wall, pierce through it, and throw myself into the sea; I have, however, kept along the corridor on which your chamber opens, instead of going beneath it. My labor is all in vain, for I find that the corridor looks into a courtyard filled with soldiers." "That's true," said Dantes; "but the corridor you speak of only bounds one side of my cell; there are three others -- do you know anything of their situation?" "This one is built against the solid rock, and it would take ten experienced miners, duly furnished with the requisite tools, as many years to perforate it. This adjoins the lower part of the governor's apartments, and were we to work our way through, we should only get into some lock-up cellars, where we must necessarily be recaptured. The fourth and last side of your cell faces on -- faces on -- stop a minute, now where does it face?" The wall of which he spoke was the one in which was fixed the loophole by which light was admitted to the chamber. This loophole, which gradually diminished in size as it approached the outside, to an opening through which a child could not have passed, was, for better security, furnished with three iron bars, so as to quiet all apprehensions even in the mind of the most suspicious jailer as to the possibility of a prisoner's escape. As the stranger asked the question, he dragged the table beneath the window. "Climb up," said he to Dantes. The young man obeyed, mounted on the table, and, divining the wishes of his companion, placed his back securely against the wall and held out both hands. The stranger, whom as yet Dantes knew only by the number of his cell, sprang up with an agility by no means to be expected in a person of his years, and, light and steady on his feet as a cat or a lizard, climbed from the table to the outstretched hands of Dantes, and from them to his shoulders; then, bending double, for the ceiling of the dungeon prevented him from holding himself erect, he managed to slip his head between the upper bars of the window, so as to be able to command a perfect view from top to bottom. An instant afterwards he hastily drew back his head, saying, "I thought so!" and sliding from the shoulders of Dantes as dextrously as he had ascended, he nimbly leaped from the table to the ground. "What was it that you thought?" asked the young man anxiously, in his turn descending from the table. The elder prisoner pondered the matter. "Yes," said he at length, "it is so. This side of your chamber looks out upon a kind of open gallery, where patrols are continually passing, and sentries keep watch day and night." "Are you quite sure of that?" "Certain. I saw the soldier's shape and the top of his musket; that made me draw in my head so quickly, for I was fearful he might also see me." "Well?" inquired Dantes. "You perceive then the utter impossibility of escaping through your dungeon?" "Then," pursued the young man eagerly -"Then," answered the elder prisoner, "the will of God be done!" and as the old man slowly pronounced those words, an air of profound resignation spread itself over his careworn countenance. Dantes gazed on the man who could thus philosophically resign hopes so long and ardently nourished with an astonishment mingled with admiration. "Tell me, I entreat of you, who and what you are?" said he at length; "never have I met with so remarkable a person as yourself."

La Mansión del Inglés - "Willingly," answered the stranger; "if, indeed, you feel any curiosity respecting one, now, alas, powerless to aid you in any way." "Say not so; you can console and support me by the strength of your own powerful mind. Pray let me know who you really are?" The stranger smiled a melancholy smile. "Then listen," said he. "l am the Abbe Faria, and have been imprisoned as you know in this Chateau d'If since the year 1811; previously to which I had been confined for three years in the fortress of Fenestrelle. In the year 1811 I was transferred to Piedmont in France. It was at this period I learned that the destiny which seemed subservient to every wish formed by Napoleon, had bestowed on him a son, named king of Rome even in his cradle. I was very far then from expecting the change you have just informed me of; namely, that four years afterwards, this colossus of power would be overthrown. Then who reigns in France at this moment -- Napoleon II.?" "No, Louis XVIII." "The brother of Louis XVII.! How inscrutable are the ways of providence -- for what great and mysterious purpose has it pleased heaven to abase the man once so elevated, and raise up him who was so abased?" Dantes, whole attention was riveted on a man who could thus forget his own misfortunes while occupying himself with the destinies of others. "Yes, yes," continued he, "'Twill be the same as it was in England. After Charles I., Cromwell; after Cromwell, Charles II., and then James II., and then some son-in-law or relation, some Prince of Orange, a stadtholder who becomes a king. Then new concessions to the people, then a constitution, then liberty. Ah, my friend!" said the abbe, turning towards Dantes, and surveying him with the kindling gaze of a prophet, "you are young, you will see all this come to pass." "Probably, if ever I get out of prison!" "True," replied Faria, "we are prisoners; but I forget this sometimes, and there are even moments when my mental vision transports me beyond these walls, and I fancy myself at liberty." "But wherefore are you here?" "Because in 1807 I dreamed of the very plan Napoleon tried to realize in 1811; because, like Machiavelli, I desired to alter the political face of Italy, and instead of allowing it to be split up into a quantity of petty principalities, each held by some weak or tyrannical ruler, I sought to form one large, compact, and powerful empire; and, lastly, because I fancied I had found my Caesar Borgia in a crowned simpleton, who feigned to enter into my views only to betray me. It was the plan of Alexander VI. and Clement VII., but it will never succeed now, for they attempted it fruitlessly, and Napoleon was unable to complete his work. Italy seems fated to misfortune." And the old man bowed his head. Dantes could not understand a man risking his life for such matters. Napoleon certainly he knew something of, inasmuch as he had seen and spoken with him; but of Clement VII. and Alexander VI. he knew nothing. "Are you not," he asked, "the priest who here in the Chateau d'If is generally thought to be -- ill?" "Mad, you mean, don't you?" "I did not like to say so," answered Dantes, smiling. "Well, then," resumed Faria with a bitter smile, "let me answer your question in full, by acknowledging that I am the poor mad prisoner of the Chateau d'If, for many years permitted to amuse the different visitors with what is said to be my insanity; and, in all probability, I should be promoted to the honor of making sport for the children, if such innocent beings could be found in an abode devoted like this to suffering and despair."

La Mansión del Inglés - Dantes remained for a short time mute and motionless; at length he said, -- "Then you abandon all hope of escape?" "I perceive its utter impossibility; and I consider it impious to attempt that which the Almighty evidently does not approve." "Nay, be not discouraged. Would it not be expecting too much to hope to succeed at your first attempt? Why not try to find an opening in another direction from that which has so unfortunately failed?" "Alas, it shows how little notion you can have of all it has cost me to effect a purpose so unexpectedly frustrated, that you talk of beginning over again. In the first place, I was four years making the tools I possess, and have been two years scraping and digging out earth, hard as granite itself; then what toil and fatigue has it not been to remove huge stones I should once have deemed impossible to loosen. Whole days have I passed in these Titanic efforts, considering my labor well repaid if, by night-time I had contrived to carry away a square inch of this hard-bound cement, changed by ages into a substance unyielding as the stones themselves; then to conceal the mass of earth and rubbish I dug up, I was compelled to break through a staircase, and throw the fruits of my labor into the hollow part of it; but the well is now so completely choked up, that I scarcely think it would be possible to add another handful of dust without leading to discovery. Consider also that I fully believed I had accomplished the end and aim of my undertaking, for which I had so exactly husbanded my strength as to make it just hold out to the termination of my enterprise; and now, at the moment when I reckoned upon success, my hopes are forever dashed from me. No, I repeat again, that nothing shall induce me to renew attempts evidently at variance with the Almighty's pleasure." Dantes held down his head, that the other might not see how joy at the thought of having a companion outweighed the sympathy he felt for the failure of the abbe's plans. The abbe sank upon Edmond's bed. while Edmond himself remained standing. Escape had never once occurred to him. There are, indeed, some things which appear so impossible that the mind does not dwell on them for an instant. To undermine the ground for fifty feet -- to devote three years to a labor which, if successful, would conduct you to a precipice overhanging the sea -- to plunge into the waves from the height of fifty, sixty, perhaps a hundred feet, at the risk of being dashed to pieces against the rocks, should you have been fortunate enough to have escaped the fire of the sentinels; and even, supposing all these perils past, then to have to swim for your life a distance of at least three miles ere you could reach the shore -- were difficulties so startling and formidable that Dantes had never even dreamed of such a scheme, resigning himself rather to death. But the sight of an old man clinging to life with so desperate a courage, gave a fresh turn to his ideas, and inspired him with new courage. Another, older and less strong than he, had attempted what he had not had sufficient resolution to undertake, and had failed only because of an error in calculation. This same person, with almost incredible patience and perseverance, had contrived to provide himself with tools requisite for so unparalleled an attempt. Another had done all this; why, then, was it impossible to Dantes? Faria had dug his way through fifty feet, Dantes would dig a hundred; Faria, at the age of fifty, had devoted three years to the task; he, who was but half as old, would sacrifice six; Faria, a priest and savant, had not shrunk from the idea of risking his life by trying to swim a distance of three miles to one of the islands -- Daume, Rattonneau, or Lemaire; should a hardy sailer, an experienced diver, like himself, shrink from a similar task; should he, who had so often for mere amusement's sake plunged to the bottom of the sea to fetch up the bright coral branch, hesitate to entertain the same project? He could do it in an hour, and how many times had he, for pure pastime, continued in the water for more than twice as long! At

La Mansión del Inglés - once Dantes resolved to follow the brave example of his energetic companion, and to remember that what has once been done may be done again. After continuing some time in profound meditation, the young man suddenly exclaimed, "I have found what you were in search of!" Faria started: "Have you, indeed?" cried he, raising his head with quick anxiety; "pray, let me know what it is you have discovered?" "The corridor through which you have bored your way from the cell you occupy here, extends in the same direction as the outer gallery, does it not?" "It does." "And is not above fifteen feet from it?" "About that." "Well, then, I will tell you what we must do. We must pierce through the corridor by forming a side opening about the middle, as it were the top part of a cross. This time you will lay your plans more accurately; we shall get out into the gallery you have described; kill the sentinel who guards it, and make our escape. All we require to insure success is courage, and that you possess, and strength, which I am not deficient in; as for patience, you have abundantly proved yours -- you shall now see me prove mine." "One instant, my dear friend," replied the abbe; "it is clear you do not understand the nature of the courage with which I am endowed, and what use I intend making of my strength. As for patience, I consider that I have abundantly exercised that in beginning every morning the task of the night before, and every night renewing the task of the day. But then, young man (and I pray of you to give me your full attention), then I thought I could not be doing anything displeasing to the Almighty in trying to set an innocent being at liberty -- one who had committed no offence, and merited not condemnation." "And have your notions changed?" asked Dantes with much surprise; "do you think yourself more guilty in making the attempt since you have encountered me?" "No; neither do I wish to incur guilt. Hitherto I have fancied myself merely waging war against circumstances, not men. I have thought it no sin to bore through a wall, or destroy a staircase; but I cannot so easily persuade myself to pierce a heart or take away a life." A slight movement of surprise escaped Dantes. "Is it possible," said he, "that where your liberty is at stake you can allow any such scruple to deter you from obtaining it?" "Tell me," replied Faria, "what has hindered you from knocking down your jailer with a piece of wood torn from your bedstead, dressing yourself in his clothes, and endeavoring to escape?" "Simply the fact that the idea never occurred to me," answered Dantes. "Because," said the old man, "the natural repugnance to the commission of such a crime prevented you from thinking of it; and so it ever is because in simple and allowable things our natural instincts keep us from deviating from the strict line of duty. The tiger, whose nature teaches him to delight in shedding blood, needs but the sense of smell to show him when his prey is within his reach, and by following this instinct he is enabled to measure the leap necessary to permit him to spring on his victim; but man, on the contrary, loathes the idea of blood -- it is not alone that the laws of social life inspire him with a shrinking dread of taking life; his natural construction and physiological formation" -Dantes was confused and silent at this explanation of the thoughts which had unconsciously been working in his mind, or rather soul; for there are two distinct sorts of ideas, those that proceed from the head and those that emanate from the heart. "Since my imprisonment," said Faria, "I have thought over all the most celebrated cases of escape on record. They have rarely been successful. Those that have been crowned

La Mansión del Inglés - with full success have been long meditated upon, and carefully arranged; such, for instance, as the escape of the Duc de Beaufort from the Chateau de Vincennes, that of the Abbe Dubuquoi from For l'Eveque; of Latude from the Bastille. Then there are those for which chance sometimes affords opportunity, and those are the best of all. Let us, therefore, wait patiently for some favorable moment, and when it presents itself, profit by it." "Ah," said Dantes, "you might well endure the tedious delay; you were constantly employed in the task you set yourself, and when weary with toil, you had your hopes to refresh and encourage you." "I assure you," replied the old man, "I did not turn to that source for recreation or support." "What did you do then?" "I wrote or studied." "Were you then permitted the use of pens, ink, and paper?" "Oh, no," answered the abbe; "I had none but what I made for myself." "You made paper, pens and ink?" "Yes." Dantes gazed with admiration, but he had some difficulty in believing. Faria saw this. "When you pay me a visit in my cell, my young friend," said he, "I will show you an entire work, the fruits of the thoughts and reflections of my whole life; many of them meditated over in the shades of the Coloseum at Rome, at the foot of St. Mark's column at Venice, and on the borders of the Arno at Florence, little imagining at the time that they would be arranged in order within the walls of the Chateau d'If. The work I speak of is called `A Treatise on the Possibility of a General Monarchy in Italy,' and will make one large quarto volume." "And on what have you written all this?" "On two of my shirts. I invented a preparation that makes linen as smooth and as easy to write on as parchment." "You are, then, a chemist?" "Somewhat; I know Lavoisier, and was the intimate friend of Cabanis." "But for such a work you must have needed books -- had you any?" "I had nearly five thousand volumes in my library at Rome; but after reading them over many times, I found out that with one hundred and fifty well-chosen books a man possesses, if not a complete summary of all human knowledge, at least all that a man need really know. I devoted three years of my life to reading and studying these one hundred and fifty volumes, till I knew them nearly by heart; so that since I have been in prison, a very slight effort of memory has enabled me to recall their contents as readily as though the pages were open before me. I could recite you the whole of Thucydides, Xenophon, Plutarch, Titus Livius, Tacitus, Strada, Jornandes, Dante, Montaigne, Shakspeare, Spinoza, Machiavelli, and Bossuet. I name only the most important." "You are, doubtless, acquainted with a variety of languages, so as to have been able to read all these?" "Yes, I speak five of the modern tongues -- that is to say, German, French, Italian, English, and Spanish; by the aid of ancient Greek I learned modern Greek -- I don't speak it so well as I could wish, but I am still trying to improve myself." "Improve yourself!" repeated Dantes; "why, how can you manage to do so?" "Why, I made a vocabulary of the words I knew; turned, returned, and arranged them, so as to enable me to express my thoughts through their medium. I know nearly one thousand words, which is all that is absolutely necessary, although I believe there are nearly one hundred thousand in the dictionaries. I cannot hope to be very fluent, but I

La Mansión del Inglés - certainly should have no difficulty in explaining my wants and wishes; and that would be quite as much as I should ever require." Stronger grew the wonder of Dantes, who almost fancied he had to do with one gifted with supernatural powers; still hoping to find some imperfection which might bring him down to a level with human beings, he added, "Then if you were not furnished with pens, how did you manage to write the work you speak of?" "I made myself some excellent ones, which would be universally preferred to all others if once known. You are aware what huge whitings are served to us on maigre days. Well, I selected the cartilages of the heads of these fishes, and you can scarcely imagine the delight with which I welcomed the arrival of each Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday, as affording me the means of increasing my stock of pens; for I will freely confess that my historical labors have been my greatest solace and relief. While retracing the past, I forget the present; and traversing at will the path of history I cease to remember that I am myself a prisoner." "But the ink," said Dantes; "of what did you make your ink?" "There was formerly a fireplace in my dungeon," replied Faria, "but it was closed up long ere I became an occupant of this prison. Still, it must have been many years in use, for it was thickly covered with a coating of soot; this soot I dissolved in a portion of the wine brought to me every Sunday, and I assure you a better ink cannot be desired. For very important notes, for which closer attention is required, I pricked one of my fingers, and wrote with my own blood." "And when," asked Dantes, "may I see all this?" "Whenever you please," replied the abbe. "Oh, then let it be directly!" exclaimed the young man. "Follow me, then," said the abbe, as he re-entered the subterranean passage, in which he soon disappeared, followed by Dantes.

Chapter 17 The Abbe's Chamber. After having passed with tolerable ease through the subterranean passage, which, however, did not admit of their holding themselves erect, the two friends reached the further end of the corridor, into which the abbe's cell opened; from that point the passage became much narrower, and barely permitted one to creep through on hands and knees. The floor of the abbe's cell was paved, and it had been by raising one of the stones in the most obscure corner that Faria had to been able to commence the laborious task of which Dantes had witnessed the completion. As he entered the chamber of his friend, Dantes cast around one eager and searching glance in quest of the expected marvels, but nothing more than common met his view. "It is well," said the abbe; "we have some hours before us -- it is now just a quarter past twelve o'clock." Instinctively Dantes turned round to observe by what watch or clock the abbe had been able so accurately to specify the hour. "Look at this ray of light which enters by my window," said the abbe, "and then observe the lines traced on the wall. Well, by means of these lines, which are in accordance with the double motion of the earth, and the ellipse it describes round the sun, I am enabled to ascertain the precise hour with more minuteness than if I possessed a watch; for that might be broken or deranged in its movements, while the sun and earth never vary in their appointed paths."

La Mansión del Inglés - This last explanation was wholly lost upon Dantes, who had always imagined, from seeing the sun rise from behind the mountains and set in the Mediterranean, that it moved, and not the earth. A double movement of the globe he inhabited, and of which he could feel nothing, appeared to him perfectly impossible. Each word that fell from his companion's lips seemed fraught with the mysteries of science, as worthy of digging out as the gold and diamonds in the mines of Guzerat and Golconda, which he could just recollect having visited during a voyage made in his earliest youth. "Come," said he to the abbe, "I am anxious to see your treasures." The abbe smiled, and, proceeding to the disused fireplace, raised, by the help of his chisel, a long stone, which had doubtless been the hearth, beneath which was a cavity of considerable depth, serving as a safe depository of the articles mentioned to Dantes. "What do you wish to see first?" asked the abbe. "Oh, your great work on the monarchy of Italy!" Faria then drew forth from his hiding-place three or four rolls of linen, laid one over the other, like folds of papyrus. These rolls consisted of slips of cloth about four inches wide and eighteen long; they were all carefully numbered and closely covered with writing, so legible that Dantes could easily read it, as well as make out the sense -- it being in Italian, a language he, as a Provencal, perfectly understood. "There," said he, "there is the work complete. I wrote the word finis at the end of the sixty-eighth strip about a week ago. I have torn up two of my shirts, and as many handkerchiefs as I was master of, to complete the precious pages. Should I ever get out of prison and find in all Italy a printer courageous enough to publish what I have composed, my literary reputation is forever secured." "I see," answered Dantes. "Now let me behold the curious pens with which you have written your work." "Look!" said Faria, showing to the young man a slender stick about six inches long, and much resembling the size of the handle of a fine painting-brush, to the end of which was tied, by a piece of thread, one of those cartilages of which the abbe had before spoken to Dantes; it was pointed, and divided at the nib like an ordinary pen. Dantes examined it with intense admiration, then looked around to see the instrument with which it had been shaped so correctly into form. "Ah, yes," said Faria; "the penknife. That's my masterpiece. I made it, as well as this larger knife, out of an old iron candlestick." The penknife was sharp and keen as a razor; as for the other knife, it would serve a double purpose, and with it one could cut and thrust. Dantes examined the various articles shown to him with the same attention that he had bestowed on the curiosities and strange tools exhibited in the shops at Marseilles as the works of the savages in the South Seas from whence they had been brought by the different trading vessels. "As for the ink," said Faria, "I told you how I managed to obtain that -- and I only just make it from time to time, as I require it." "One thing still puzzles me," observed Dantes, "and that is how you managed to do all this by daylight?" "I worked at night also," replied Faria. "Night! -- why, for heaven's sake, are your eyes like cats', that you can see to work in the dark?" "Indeed they are not; but God his supplied man with the intelligence that enables him to overcome the limitations of natural conditions. I furnished myself with a light." "You did? Pray tell me how."

La Mansión del Inglés - "l separated the fat from the meat served to me, melted it, and so made oil -- here is my lamp." So saying, the abbe exhibited a sort of torch very similar to those used in public illuminations. "But light?" "Here are two flints and a piece of burnt linen." "And matches?" "I pretended that I had a disorder of the skin, and asked for a little sulphur, which was readily supplied." Dantes laid the different things he had been looking at on the table, and stood with his head drooping on his breast, as though overwhelmed by the perseverance and strength of Faria's mind. "You have not seen all yet," continued Faria, "for I did not think it wise to trust all my treasures in the same hiding-place. Let us shut this one up." They put the stone back in its place; the abbe sprinkled a little dust over it to conceal the traces of its having been removed, rubbed his foot well on it to make it assume the same appearance as the other, and then, going towards his bed, he removed it from the spot it stood in. Behind the head of the bed, and concealed by a stone fitting in so closely as to defy all suspicion, was a hollow space, and in this space a ladder of cords between twenty-five and thirty feet in length. Dantes closely and eagerly examined it; he found it firm, solid, and compact enough to bear any weight. "Who supplied you with the materials for making this wonderful work?" "I tore up several of my shirts, and ripped out the seams in the sheets of my bed, during my three years' imprisonment at Fenestrelle; and when I was removed to the Chateau d'If, I managed to bring the ravellings with me, so that I have been able to finish my work here." "And was it not discovered that your sheets were unhemmed?" "Oh, no, for when I had taken out the thread I required, I hemmed the edges over again." "With what?" "With this needle," said the abbe, as, opening his ragged vestments, he showed Dantes a long, sharp fish-bone, with a small perforated eye for the thread, a small portion of which still remained in it. "I once thought," continued Faria, "of removing these iron bars, and letting myself down from the window, which, as you see, is somewhat wider than yours, although I should have enlarged it still more preparatory to my flight; however, I discovered that I should merely have dropped into a sort of inner court, and I therefore renounced the project altogether as too full of risk and danger. Nevertheless, I carefully preserved my ladder against one of those unforeseen opportunities of which I spoke just now, and which sudden chance frequently brings about." While affecting to be deeply engaged in examining the ladder, the mind of Dantes was, in fact, busily occupied by the idea that a person so intelligent, ingenious, and clear-sighted as the abbe might probably be able to solve the dark mystery of his own misfortunes, where he himself could see nothing. "What are you thinking of?" asked the abbe smilingly, imputing the deep abstraction in which his visitor was plunged to the excess of his awe and wonder. "I was reflecting, in the first place," replied Dantes, "upon the enormous degree of intelligence and ability you must have employed to reach the high perfection to which you have attained. What would you not have accomplished if you had been free?" "Possibly nothing at all; the overflow of my brain would probably, in a state of freedom, have evaporated in a thousand follies; misfortune is needed to bring to light the treasures of the human intellect. Compression is needed to explode gunpowder. Captivity has brought my mental faculties to a focus; and you are well aware that from

La Mansión del Inglés - the collision of clouds electricity is produced -- from electricity, lightning, from lightning, illumination." "No," replied Dantes. "I know nothing. Some of your words are to me quite empty of meaning. You must be blessed indeed to possess the knowledge you have." The abbe smiled. "Well," said he, "but you had another subject for your thoughts; did you not say so just now?" "I did!" "You have told me as yet but one of them -- let me hear the other." "It was this, -- that while you had related to me all the particulars of your past life, you were perfectly unacquainted with mine." "Your life, my young friend, has not been of sufficient length to admit of your having passed through any very important events." "It has been long enough to inflict on me a great and undeserved misfortune. I would fain fix the source of it on man that I may no longer vent reproaches upon heaven." "Then you profess ignorance of the crime with which you are charged?" "I do, indeed; and this I swear by the two beings most dear to me upon earth, -- my father and Mercedes." "Come," said the abbe, closing his hiding-place, and pushing the bed back to its original situation, "let me hear your story." Dantes obeyed, and commenced what he called his history, but which consisted only of the account of a voyage to India, and two or three voyages to the Levant until he arrived at the recital of his last cruise, with the death of Captain Leclere, and the receipt of a packet to be delivered by himself to the grand marshal; his interview with that personage, and his receiving, in place of the packet brought, a letter addressed to a Monsieur Noirtier -- his arrival at Marseilles, and interview with his father -- his affection for Mercedes, and their nuptual feast -- his arrest and subsequent examination, his temporary detention at the Palais de Justice, and his final imprisonment in the Chateau d'If. From this point everything was a blank to Dantes -- he knew nothing more, not even the length of time he had been imprisoned. His recital finished, the abbe reflected long and earnestly. "There is," said he, at the end of his meditations, "a clever maxim, which bears upon what I was saying to you some little while ago, and that is, that unless wicked ideas take root in a naturally depraved mind, human nature, in a right and wholesome state, revolts at crime. Still, from an artificial civilization have originated wants, vices, and false tastes, which occasionally become so powerful as to stifle within us all good feelings, and ultimately to lead us into guilt and wickedness. From this view of things, then, comes the axiom that if you visit to discover the author of any bad action, seek first to discover the person to whom the perpetration of that bad action could be in any way advantageous. Now, to apply it in your case, -- to whom could your disappearance have been serviceable?" "To no one, by heaven! I was a very insignificant person." "Do not speak thus, for your reply evinces neither logic nor philosophy; everything is relative, my dear young friend, from the king who stands in the way of his successor, to the employee who keeps his rival out of a place. Now, in the event of the king's death, his successor inherits a crown, -- when the employee dies, the supernumerary steps into his shoes, and receives his salary of twelve thousand livres. Well, these twelve thousand livres are his civil list, and are as essential to him as the twelve millions of a king. Every one, from the highest to the lowest degree, has his place on the social ladder, and is beset by stormy passions and conflicting interests, as in Descartes' theory of pressure and impulsion. But these forces increase as we go higher, so that we have a

La Mansión del Inglés - spiral which in defiance of reason rests upon the apex and not on the base. Now let us return to your particular world. You say you were on the point of being made captain of the Pharaon?" "Yes." "And about to become the husband of a young and lovely girl?" "Yes." "Now, could any one have had any interest in preventing the accomplishment of these two things? But let us first settle the question as to its being the interest of any one to hinder you from being captain of the Pharaon. What say you?" "I cannot believe such was the case. I was generally liked on board, and had the sailors possessed the right of selecting a captain themselves, I feel convinced their choice would have fallen on me. There was only one person among the crew who had any feeling of ill-will towards me. I had quarelled with him some time previously, and had even challenged him to fight me; but he refused." "Now we are getting on. And what was this man's name?" "Danglars." "What rank did he hold on board?" "He was supercargo." "And had you been captain, should you have retained him in his employment?" "Not if the choice had remained with me, for I had frequently observed inaccuracies in his accounts." "Good again! Now then, tell me, was any person present during your last conversation with Captain Leclere?" "No; we were quite alone." "Could your conversation have been overheard by any one?" "It might, for the cabin door was open -- and -- stay; now I recollect, -- Danglars himself passed by just as Captain Leclere was giving me the packet for the grand marshal." "That's better," cried the abbe; "now we are on the right scent. Did you take anybody with you when you put into the port of Elba?" "Nobody." "Somebody there received your packet, and gave you a letter in place of it, I think?" "Yes; the grand marshal did." "And what did you do with that letter?" "Put it into my portfolio." "You had your portfolio with you, then? Now, how could a sailor find room in his pocket for a portfolio large enough to contain an official letter?" "You are right; it was left on board." "Then it was not till your return to the ship that you put the letter in the portfolio?" "No." "And what did you do with this same letter while returning from Porto-Ferrajo to the vessel?" "I carried it in my hand." "So that when you went on board the Pharaon, everybody could see that you held a letter in your hand?" "Yes." "Danglars, as well as the rest?" "Danglars, as well as others." "Now, listen to me, and try to recall every circumstance attending your arrest. Do you recollect the words in which the information against you was formulated?" "Oh yes, I read it over three times, and the words sank deeply into my memory."

La Mansión del Inglés - "Repeat it to me." Dantes paused a moment, then said, "This is it, word for word: `The king's attorney is informed by a friend to the throne and religion, that one Edmond Dantes, mate on board the Pharaon, this day arrived from Smyrna, after having touched at Naples and PortoFerrajo, has been intrusted by Murat with a packet for the usurper; again, by the usurper, with a letter for the Bonapartist Club in Paris. This proof of his guilt may be procured by his immediate arrest, as the letter will be found either about his person, at his father's residence, or in his cabin on board the Pharaon.'" The abbe shrugged his shoulders. "The thing is clear as day," said he; "and you must have had a very confiding nature, as well as a good heart, not to have suspected the origin of the whole affair." "Do you really think so? Ah, that would indeed be infamous." "How did Danglars usually write?" "In a handsome, running hand." "And how was the anonymous letter written?" "Backhanded." Again the abbe smiled. "Disguised." "It was very boldly written, if disguised." "Stop a bit," said the abbe, taking up what he called his pen, and, after dipping it into the ink, he wrote on a piece of prepared linen, with his left hand, the first two or three words of the accusation. Dantes drew back, and gazed on the abbe with a sensation almost amounting to terror. "How very astonishing!" cried he at length. "Why your writing exactly resembles that of the accusation." "Simply because that accusation had been written with the left hand; and I have noticed that" -"What?" "That while the writing of different persons done with the right hand varies, that performed with the left hand is invariably uniform." "You have evidently seen and observed everything." "Let us proceed." "Oh, yes, yes!" "Now as regards the second question." "I am listening." "Was there any person whose interest it was to prevent your marriage with Mercedes?" "Yes; a young man who loved her." "And his name was" -"Fernand." "That is a Spanish name, I think?" "He was a Catalan." "You imagine him capable of writing the letter?" "Oh, no; he would more likely have got rid of me by sticking a knife into me." "That is in strict accordance with the Spanish character; an assassination they will unhesitatingly commit, but an act of cowardice, never." "Besides," said Dantes, "the various circumstances mentioned in the letter were wholly unknown to him." "You had never spoken of them yourself to any one?" "To no one." "Not even to your mistress?" "No, not even to my betrothed." "Then it is Danglars." "I feel quite sure of it now."

La Mansión del Inglés - "Wait a little. Pray, was Danglars acquainted with Fernand?" "No -- yes, he was. Now I recollect" -"What?" "To have seen them both sitting at table together under an arbor at Pere Pamphile's the evening before the day fixed for my wedding. They were in earnest conversation. Danglars was joking in a friendly way, but Fernand looked pale and agitated." "Were they alone?" "There was a third person with them whom I knew perfectly well, and who had, in all probability made their acquaintance; he was a tailor named Caderousse, but he was very drunk. Stay! -- stay! -- How strange that it should not have occurred to me before! Now I remember quite well, that on the table round which they were sitting were pens, ink, and paper. Oh, the heartless, treacherous scoundrels!" exclaimed Dantes, pressing his hand to his throbbing brows. "Is there anything else I can assist you in discovering, besides the villany of your friends?" inquired the abbe with a laugh. "Yes, yes," replied Dantes eagerly; "I would beg of you, who see so completely to the depths of things, and to whom the greatest mystery seems but an easy riddle, to explain to me how it was that I underwent no second examination, was never brought to trial, and, above all, was condemned without ever having had sentence passed on me?" "That is altogether a different and more serious matter," responded the abbe. "The ways of justice are frequently too dark and mysterious to be easily penetrated. All we have hitherto done in the matter has been child's play. If you wish me to enter upon the more difficult part of the business, you must assist me by the most minute information on every point." "Pray ask me whatever questions you please; for, in good truth, you see more clearly into my life than I do myself." "In the first place, then, who examined you, -- the king's attorney, his deputy, or a magistrate?" "The deputy." "Was he young or old?" "About six or seven and twenty years of age, I should say." "So," answered the abbe. "Old enough to be ambitions, but too young to be corrupt. And how did he treat you?" "With more of mildness than severity." "Did you tell him your whole story?" "I did." "And did his conduct change at all in the course of your examination?" "He did appear much disturbed when he read the letter that had brought me into this scrape. He seemed quite overcome by my misfortune." "By your misfortune?" "Yes." "Then you feel quite sure that it was your misfortune he deplored?" "He gave me one great proof of his sympathy, at any rate." "And that?" "He burnt the sole evidence that could at all have criminated me." "What? the accusation?" "No; the letter." "Are you sure?" "I saw it done."

La Mansión del Inglés - "That alters the case. This man might, after all, be a greater scoundrel than you have thought possible." "Upon my word," said Dantes, "you make me shudder. Is the world filled with tigers and crocodiles?" "Yes; and remember that two-legged tigers and crocodiles are more dangerous than the others." "Never mind; let us go on." "With all my heart! You tell me he burned the letter?" "He did; saying at the same time, `You see I thus destroy the only proof existing against you.'" "This action is somewhat too sublime to be natural." "You think so?" "I am sure of it. To whom was this letter addressed?" "To M. Noirtier, No. 13 Coq-Heron, Paris." "Now can you conceive of any interest that your heroic deputy could possibly have had in the destruction of that letter?" "Why, it is not altogether impossible he might have had, for he made me promise several times never to speak of that letter to any one, assuring me he so advised me for my own interest; and, more than this, he insisted on my taking a solemn oath never to utter the name mentioned in the address." "Noirtier!" repeated the abbe; "Noirtier! -- I knew a person of that name at the court of the Queen of Etruria, -- a Noirtier, who had been a Girondin during the Revolution! What was your deputy called?" "De Villefort!" The abbe burst into a fit of laughter, while Dantes gazed on him in utter astonishment. "What ails you?" said he at length. "Do you see that ray of sunlight?" "I do." "Well, the whole thing is more clear to me than that sunbeam is to you. Poor fellow! poor young man! And you tell me this magistrate expressed great sympathy and commiseration for you?" "He did." "And the worthy man destroyed your compromising letter?" "Yes." "And then made you swear never to utter the name of Noirtier?" "Yes." "Why, you poor short-sighted simpleton, can you not guess who this Noirtier was, whose very name he was so careful to keep concealed? Noirtier was his father." Had a thunderbolt fallen at the feet of Dantes, or hell opened its yawning gulf before him, he could not have been more completely transfixed with horror than he was at the sound of these unexpected words. Starting up, he clasped his hands around his head as though to prevent his very brain from bursting, and exclaimed, "His father! his father!" "Yes, his father," replied the abbe; "his right name was Noirtier de Villefort." At this instant a bright light shot through the mind of Dantes, and cleared up all that had been dark and obscure before. The change that had come over Villefort during the examination, the destruction of the letter, the exacted promise, the almost supplicating tones of the magistrate, who seemed rather to implore mercy than to pronounce punishment, -- all returned with a stunning force to his memory. He cried out, and staggered against the wall like a drunken man, then he hurried to the opening that led from the abbe's cell to his own, and said, "I must be alone, to think over all this."

La Mansión del Inglés - When he regained his dungeon, he threw himself on his bed, where the turnkey found him in the evening visit, sitting with fixed gaze and contracted features, dumb and motionless as a statue. During these hours of profound meditation, which to him had seemed only minutes, he had formed a fearful resolution, and bound himself to its fulfilment by a solemn oath. Dantes was at length roused from his revery by the voice of Faria, who, having also been visited by his jailer, had come to invite his fellow-sufferer to share his supper. The reputation of being out of his mind, though harmlessly and even amusingly so, had procured for the abbe unusual privileges. He was supplied with bread of a finer, whiter quality than the usual prison fare, and even regaled each Sunday with a small quantity of wine. Now this was a Sunday, and the abbe had come to ask his young companion to share the luxuries with him. Dantes followed; his features were no longer contracted, and now wore their usual expression, but there was that in his whole appearance that bespoke one who had come to a fixed and desperate resolve. Faria bent on him his penetrating eye: "I regret now," said he, "having helped you in your late inquiries, or having given you the information I did." "Why so?" inquired Dantes. "Because it has instilled a new passion in your heart -- that of vengeance." Dantes smiled. "Let us talk of something else," said he. Again the abbe looked at him, then mournfully shook his head; but in accordance with Dantes' request, he began to speak of other matters. The elder prisoner was one of those persons whose conversation, like that of all who have experienced many trials, contained many useful and important hints as well as sound information; but it was never egotistical, for the unfortunate man never alluded to his own sorrows. Dantes listened with admiring attention to all he said; some of his remarks corresponded with what he already knew, or applied to the sort of knowledge his nautical life had enabled him to acquire. A part of the good abbe's words, however, were wholly incomprehensible to him; but, like the aurora which guides the navigator in northern latitudes, opened new vistas to the inquiring mind of the listener, and gave fantastic glimpses of new horizons, enabling him justly to estimate the delight an intellectual mind would have in following one so richly gifted as Faria along the heights of truth, where he was so much at home. "You must teach me a small part of what you know," said Dantes, "if only to prevent your growing weary of me. I can well believe that so learned a person as yourself would prefer absolute solitude to being tormented with the company of one as ignorant and uninformed as myself. If you will only agree to my request, I promise you never to mention another word about escaping." The abbe smiled. "Alas, my boy," said he, "human knowledge is confined within very narrow limits; and when I have taught you mathematics, physics, history, and the three or four modern languages with which I am acquainted, you will know as much as I do myself. Now, it will scarcely require two years for me to communicate to you the stock of learning I possess." "Two years!" exclaimed Dantes; "do you really believe I can acquire all these things in so short a time?" "Not their application, certainly, but their principles you may; to learn is not to know; there are the learners and the learned. Memory makes the one, philosophy the other." "But cannot one learn philosophy?" "Philosophy cannot be taught; it is the application of the sciences to truth; it is like the golden cloud in which the Messiah went up into heaven." "Well, then," said Dantes, "What shall you teach me first? I am in a hurry to begin. I want to learn."

La Mansión del Inglés - "Everything," said the abbe. And that very evening the prisoners sketched a plan of education, to be entered upon the following day. Dantes possessed a prodigious memory, combined with an astonishing quickness and readiness of conception; the mathematical turn of his mind rendered him apt at all kinds of calculation, while his naturally poetical feelings threw a light and pleasing veil over the dry reality of arithmetical computation, or the rigid severity of geometry. He already knew Italian, and had also picked up a little of the Romaic dialect during voyages to the East; and by the aid of these two languages he easily comprehended the construction of all the others, so that at the end of six mouths he began to speak Spanish, English, and German. In strict accordance with the promise made to the abbe, Dantes spoke no more of escape. Perhaps the delight his studies afforded him left no room for such thoughts; perhaps the recollection that he had pledged his word (on which his sense of honor was keen) kept him from referring in any way to the possibilities of flight. Days, even months, passed by unheeded in one rapid and instructive course. At the end of a year Dantes was a new man. Dantes observed, however, that Faria, in spite of the relief his society afforded, daily grew sadder; one thought seemed incessantly to harass and distract his mind. Sometimes he would fall into long reveries, sigh heavily and involuntarily, then suddenly rise, and, with folded arms, begin pacing the confined space of his dungeon. One day he stopped all at once, and exclaimed, "Ah, if there were no sentinel!" "There shall not be one a minute longer than you please," said Dantes, who had followed the working of his thoughts as accurately as though his brain were enclosed in crystal so clear as to display its minutest operations. "I have already told you," answered the abbe, "that I loathe the idea of shedding blood." "And yet the murder, if you choose to call it so, would be simply a measure of selfpreservation." "No matter! I could never agree to it." "Still, you have thought of it?" "Incessantly, alas!" cried the abbe. "And you have discovered a means of regaining our freedom, have you not?" asked Dantes eagerly. "I have; if it were only possible to place a deaf and blind sentinel in the gallery beyond us." "He shall be both blind and deaf," replied the young man, with an air of determination that made his companion shudder. "No, no," cried the abbe; "impossible!" Dantes endeavored to renew the subject; the abbe shook his head in token of disapproval, and refused to make any further response. Three months passed away. "Are you strong?" the abbe asked one day of Dantes. The young man, in reply, took up the chisel, bent it into the form of a horseshoe, and then as readily straightened it. "And will you engage not to do any harm to the sentry, except as a last resort?" "I promise on my honor." "Then," said the abbe, "we may hope to put our design into execution." "And how long shall we be in accomplishing the necessary work?" "At least a year." "And shall we begin at once?" "At once." "We have lost a year to no purpose!" cried Dantes. "Do you consider the last twelve months to have been wasted?" asked the abbe. "Forgive me!" cried Edmond, blushing deeply.

La Mansión del Inglés - "Tut, tut!" answered the abbe, "man is but man after all, and you are about the best specimen of the genus I have ever known. Come, let me show you my plan." The abbe then showed Dantes the sketch he had made for their escape. It consisted of a plan of his own cell and that of Dantes, with the passage which united them. In this passage he proposed to drive a level as they do in mines; this level would bring the two prisoners immediately beneath the gallery where the sentry kept watch; once there, a large excavation would be made, and one of the flag-stones with which the gallery was paved be so completely loosened that at the desired moment it would give way beneath the feet of the soldier, who, stunned by his fall, would be immediately bound and gagged by Dantes before he had power to offer any resistance. The prisoners were then to make their way through one of the gallery windows, and to let themselves down from the outer walls by means of the abbe's ladder of cords. Dantes' eyes sparkled with joy, and he rubbed his hands with delight at the idea of a plan so simple, yet apparently so certain to succeed. That very day the miners began their labors, with a vigor and alacrity proportionate to their long rest from fatigue and their hopes of ultimate success. Nothing interrupted the progress of the work except the necessity that each was under of returning to his cell in anticipation of the turnkey's visits. They had learned to distinguish the almost imperceptible sound of his footsteps as he descended towards their dungeons, and happily, never failed of being prepared for his coming. The fresh earth excavated during their present work, and which would have entirely blocked up the old passage, was thrown, by degrees and with the utmost precaution, out of the window in either Faria's or Dantes' cell, the rubbish being first pulverized so finely that the night wind carried it far away without permitting the smallest trace to remain. More than a year had been consumed in this undertaking, the only tools for which had been a chisel, a knife, and a wooden lever; Faria still continuing to instruct Dantes by conversing with him, sometimes in one language, sometimes in another; at others, relating to him the history of nations and great men who from time to time have risen to fame and trodden the path of glory. The abbe was a man of the world, and had, moreover, mixed in the first society of the day; he wore an air of melancholy dignity which Dantes, thanks to the imitative powers bestowed on him by nature, easily acquired, as well as that outward polish and politeness he had before been wanting in, and which is seldom possessed except by those who have been placed in constant intercourse with persons of high birth and breeding. At the end of fifteen months the level was finished, and the excavation completed beneath the gallery, and the two workmen could distinctly hear the measured tread of the sentinel as he paced to and fro over their heads. Compelled, as they were, to await a night sufficiently dark to favor their flight, they were obliged to defer their final attempt till that auspicious moment should arrive; their greatest dread now was lest the stone through which the sentry was doomed to fall should give way before its right time, and this they had in some measure provided against by propping it up with a small beam which they had discovered in the walls through which they had worked their way. Dantes was occupied in arranging this piece of wood when he heard Faria, who had remained in Edmond's cell for the purpose of cutting a peg to secure their rope-ladder, call to him in a tone indicative of great suffering. Dantes hastened to his dungeon, where he found him standing in the middle of the room, pale as death, his forehead streaming with perspiration, and his hands clinched tightly together. "Gracious heavens!" exclaimed Dantes, "what is the matter? what has happened?"

La Mansión del Inglés - "Quick! quick!" returned the abbe, "listen to what I have to say." Dantes looked in fear and wonder at the livid countenance of Faria, whose eyes, already dull and sunken, were surrounded by purple circles, while his lips were white as those of a corpse, and his very hair seemed to stand on end. "Tell me, I beseech you, what ails you?" cried Dantes, letting his chisel fall to the floor. "Alas," faltered out the abbe, "all is over with me. I am seized with a terrible, perhaps mortal illness; I can feel that the paroxysm is fast approaching. I had a similar attack the year previous to my imprisonment. This malady admits but of one remedy; I will tell you what that is. Go into my cell as quickly as you can; draw out one of the feet that support the bed; you will find it has been hollowed out for the purpose of containing a small phial you will see there half-filled with a red-looking fluid. Bring it to me -- or rather -- no, no! -- I may be found here, therefore help me back to my room while I have the strength to drag myself along. Who knows what may happen, or how long the attack may last?" In spite of the magnitude of the misfortune which thus suddenly frustrated his hopes, Dantes did not lose his presence of mind, but descended into the passage, dragging his unfortunate companion with him; then, half-carrying, half-supporting him, he managed to reach the abbe's chamber, when he immediately laid the sufferer on his bed. "Thanks," said the poor abbe, shivering as though his veins were filled with ice. "I am about to be seized with a fit of catalepsy; when it comes to its height I shall probably lie still and motionless as though dead, uttering neither sigh nor groan. On the other hand, the symptoms may be much more violent, and cause me to fall into fearful convulsions, foam at the mouth, and cry out loudly. Take care my cries are not heard, for if they are it is more than probable I should be removed to another part of the prison, and we be separated forever. When I become quite motionless, cold, and rigid as a corpse, then, and not before, -- be careful about this, -- force open my teeth with the knife, pour from eight to ten drops of the liquor containted in the phial down my throat, and I may perhaps revive." "Perhaps!" exclaimed Dantes in grief-stricken tones. "Help! help!" cried the abbe, "I -- I -- die -- I" -So sudden and violent was the fit that the unfortunate prisoner was unable to complete the sentence; a violent convulsion shook his whole frame, his eyes started from their sockets, his mouth was drawn on one side, his cheeks became purple, he struggled, foamed, dashed himself about, and uttered the most dreadful cries, which, however, Dantes prevented from being heard by covering his head with the blanket. The fit lasted two hours; then, more helpless than an infant, and colder and paler than marble, more crushed and broken than a reed trampled under foot, he fell back, doubled up in one last convulsion, and became as rigid as a corpse. Edmond waited till life seemed extinct in the body of his friend, then, taking up the knife, he with difficulty forced open the closely fixed jaws, carefully administered the appointed number of drops, and anxiously awaited the result. An hour passed away and the old man gave no sign of returning animation. Dantes began to fear he had delayed too long ere he administered the remedy, and, thrusting his hands into his hair, continued gazing on the lifeless features of his friend. At length a slight color tinged the livid cheeks, consciousness returned to the dull, open eyeballs, a faint sigh issued from the lips, and the sufferer made a feeble effort to move. "He is saved! he is saved!" cried Dantes in a paroxysm of delight. The sick man was not yet able to speak, but he pointed with evident anxiety towards the door. Dantes listened, and plainly distinguished the approaching steps of the jailer. It was therefore near seven o'clock; but Edmond's anxiety had put all thoughts of time out

As soon as you feel able to swim we will go. "I now see how wrong such an opinion would have been. indeed. to allow yourself to be duped by vain hopes." And as he spoke he seated himself near the bed beside Faria. two months. The physician who prepared for me the remedy I have twice successfully taken. I had no such idea. The young man sprang to the entrance. must know as well as I do that a man so loaded would sink before he had done fifty strokes. Alas." said he feebly. and the jailer saw the prisoner seated as usual on the side of his bed. but forever. "Without you? Did you really think me capable of that?" "At least. Dantes." "The physician may be mistaken!" exclaimed Dantes. whose restless anxiety concerning his friend left him no desire to touch the food brought him. and we can select any time we of his head. and raising the stone by pressing his head against it. which shows that there has been a suffusion of blood on the brain. "you. who are a sailor and a swimmer." said he. and judge if I am mistaken. "This arm is paralyzed." "My good Edmond." The deep glow of indignation suffused the cheeks of Dantes. The third attack will either carry me off. "You are convinced now." "Be of good cheer. but he still lay helpless and exhausted. no. for it is a family inheritance." ." replied Faria. and took his hands." "My son. both my father and grandfather died of it in a third attack. and got up without help. was soon beside the sick man's couch. are you not?" asked the abbe. knowing that all was ready for flight. The abbe shook his head." cried Dantes.a week. darted through it.La Mansión del Inglés . delay not on my account. a month. He had scarcely done so before the door opened. and that. but fly -. will be the hour of my death." said the abbe. not for a time. We shall save you another time.and meanwhile your strength will return. and hurried to his cell.http://www. None can fly from a dungeon who cannot walk. I have continually reflected on it. as we have done this. "your strength will return. and after it I was hungry. hurried back to the abbe's chamber. you should have another) will find you at liberty. who are young and active. Lift it. now I can move neither my right arm nor leg. "And why not?" asked the young man. -. "Depend upon it. alas! I am fearfully exhausted and debilitated by this attack. "be not deceived. I thought you might have made your escape. and he predicted a similar end for me. and my head seems uncomfortable. and before the departing steps of the jailer had died away in the long corridor he had to traverse. only with a better chance of success. Edmond. carefully drawing the stone over the opening. "And as for your poor arm. As for you. in all human probability. "I did not expect to see you again. then. Faria had now fully regained his consciousness. Cease. -." said the abbe." "Well. "The last attack I had. "Did you fancy yourself dying?" "No." The young man raised the arm. or leave me paralyzed for life. condemns me forever to the walls of a prison." "No. but. Everything is in readiness for our flight. Indeed. I know what I say. what difference will that make? I can take you on my shoulders. "you are mistaken -. which fell back by its own weight. The attack which has just passed away. to Dantes.go-I give you back your promise.mansioningles." answered the abbe. Since the first attack I experienced of this will not die! And your third attack (if. if need be. A sigh escaped him. was no other than the celebrated Cabanis. Here I shall remain till the hour of my deliverance arrives. and swim for both of us." "I shall never swim again. because we shall be able to command every requisite assistance. I expected it. perfectly inanimate and helpless. "lasted but half an hour." replied Dantes. that even your own excellent heart refuses to believe in. we will wait. Almost before the key had turned in the lock.

Go. quit this place." murmured the invalid. one-half belongs to you." said Dantes. But as I cannot. "Look at In the ray of light which entered by the narrow window of his cell. When Dantes returned next morning to the chamber of his companion in captivity. since I have the proof of your fidelity -. indeed." said Dantes. and was not easily kept open. by chance. and Faria had been equally silent. seemed to indicate a serious relapse into mental alienation." . Edmond." The sweat started forth on Dantes brow. "By the blood of Christ I swear never to leave you while you live. he slowly added. a noble nature. and do not return here to-morrow till after the jailer his visited me. I am not mad. he might. I shall have something of the greatest importance to communicate to you. "I have looked at it with all possible attention. extending one hand. hear the hollow sound of his footsteps. Until this day and for how long a time! -. and read in his countenance ample confirmation of the sincerity of his devotion and the loyalty of his purpose. it becomes necessary to fill up the excavation beneath the soldier's gallery. listen to me. You may one of these days reap the reward of your disinterested devotion. of which alone. With his instinctive delicacy Edmond had preferred avoiding any touch on this painful chord. who must know that I am not. if necessary." said he. and believe me so afterwards if you will. "Then I shall also remain. it will be recollected.this paper is my treasure. of which." said Faria. "What is that?" he inquired." Then. "Thanks. in which. "You have. from being constantly rolled into a small compass. and you will not." Faria gazed fondly on his noble-minded. he found Faria seated and looking composed." Dantes took the hand of the abbe in his. he held open in his left hand. my friend. Dantes. but you. and if I have not been allowed to possess it.mansioningles. No one would listen or believe me. "Your treasure?" stammered Dantes. This treasure exists. Faria smiled. rising and extending his hand with an air of solemnity over the old man's head. which had brought upon the abbe the accusation of madness. and the young man retired to his task. "and I only see a half-burnt paper. and I see by your paleness and agitation what is passing in your heart at this moment.he had refrained from talking of the treasure. and call the attention of his officer to the circumstance. but showed the paper to Dantes. had the form of a cylinder.La Mansión del Inglés . from this day forth. and set about this work. and now these few words uttered by Faria. "I accept. He did not speak. keep at it all night. "I may now avow to you. in the spirit of obedience and respect which he had sworn to show towards his aged friend. because everyone thought me mad. on which are traces of Gothic characters inscribed with a peculiar kind of ink. He had taken the silence of the old man for a return to reason. after so painful a crisis. single-hearted. Faria smiled encouragingly on him. then. which." "This paper. Chapter 18 The Treasure. be assured. Yes -." said the abbe with a smile. I can offer you no assistance. "It is well. he retained the use. you will. No. That would bring about a discovery which would inevitably lead to our being separated. a sheet of paper. and affectionately pressed it. "Yes.http://www. high-principled young friend.

"My words have not convinced you. my friend. will be forever lost to those men who persecute me. might order him to be removed to better quarters. Edmond. ." Then he said aloud. -. "You persist in your incredulity. convinced that the poor madman. of the second opening wh." "I will not irritate him. "I thought it was understood that we should not talk of that until that I think of all that may result to you in the good fortune of such a disclosure. and thus separate him from his young companion. of Roman crowns in the most distant a.. "a treasure is not a thing we need hurry about. now that I see you. fatigued you. perhaps.http://www." continued Faria. indeed. which would make the wealth of a dozen families. This idea was one of vengeance to me. I see you require proofs.. who have grown pale over them by many nights' study. pushed the stone into place with his foot. touched with pity. or the next day "Alas.I go -. declare to belong to him alo. -. But fortunately this was not the case. glided like a snake along the narrow passage. it is a matter of the utmost importance. Faria sat up to receive him." Edmond turned away his head with a sigh. His fear was lest the governor. desirous of not yielding to the old man's madness." "To-morrow. and taking the paper.mansioningles. and the governor left him. of which half was wanting. your attack has. completed every thought. avoiding all gestures in order that he might conceal from the governor the paralysis that had already half stricken him with death. Besides. which I have never shown to any one. heir. "Steps approach -. "I see nothing but broken lines and unconnected words. "My dear friend.." And Dantes." "Silence!" exclaimed Dantes.he read: -"This treasure.. to you. It was the governor." "Yes.having been burnt." "And do you believe you have discovered the hidden meaning?" "I am sure I have. while Faria." "On the contrary. the third attack may not come on? and then must not all be over? Yes. who. hearing of Faria's illness from the jailer.. who read them for the first time. read this paper. But now I have forgiven the world for the love of you. and tremble lest I should not assure to one as worthy as yourself the possession of so vast an amount of hidden wealth.. "Why. but not for me. if you will. I have often thought with a bitter joy that these riches.. then. -. when the young man had finished reading it." murmured Edmond to himself." said Edmond. "25th April. but read this paper to-day." "Then we will not talk of it until to-morrow.La Mansión del Inglés . was only troubled with a slight indisposition. and you shall judge for yourself. by some accident. had come in person to see him. but to-day I wish to nurse you carefully. for whom in his heart he felt a kind of affection. I will hear your narrative. my dear friend. no doubt. Well. I shudder at any delay. but first listen to the history of this paper." he said.adieu. and have reconstructed every phrase. happy to escape the history and explanation which would be sure to confirm his belief in his friend's mental instability." thought Edmond. and I tasted it slowly in the night of my dungeon and the despair of my captivity. which are rendered illegible by fire. young and with a promising future. which may amount to two. and covered it with a mat in order the more effectually to avoid discovery. had you not better repose awhile? To-morrow." replied Dantes. l49" "Well!" said Faria. "this is a terrible relapse! There was only this blow wanting.. restored by his alarm to a certain amount of activity. Edmond!" replied the old man. "Who knows if to-morrow.

' But he.. to have recourse to some profitable scheme. One day when I was reproaching him for his unavailing searches. that he could not understand how so much wisdom on all points could be allied with madness. that the abbe was mad -such a conviction would be so terrible! But.mansioningles. tried to move and get over the distance which separated them. he could sell the great appointments and splendid offices which the cardinals already held. "You thought to escape my munificence. King of France. and thus eight hundred thousand crowns entered into the coffers of the speculators.this was the return the holy father looked for. but it is in vain. The result was.' "By choosing two of the greatest personages of Rome. his leg was inert. "that I was the secretary and intimate friend of Cardinal Spada. and then he had the two hats to sell besides. and Caesar Borgia soon found purchasers for their appointments." said the abbe. not daring to return to his friend. He was not rich. in the twentieth chapter of the Life of Pope Alexander VI. His holiness had an idea. I had often seen my noble patron annotating ancient volumes. which was a matter of great difficulty in the impoverished condition of exhausted Italy. Faria. therefore. were the following lines. I tried by absolute devotion to his will. that Rospigliosi and Spada paid for being cardinals. for otherwise he would not have been able to enter by the small aperture which led to Dantes' chamber. both felt the high honor of such a favor from the pope. Edmond shuddered when he heard the painful efforts which the old man made to drag himself along. they were Giovanni Rospigliosi. In the first place. "Here I am. The pope and Caesar Borgia first found the two future cardinals. I was tutor to his nephews. to make up to him all he had done for me during ten years of unremitting kindness. the last of the princes of that name. The cardinal's house had no secrets for me. Caesar Borgia. During this time. who was formidable still in spite of his recent reverses. Was Faria deceived as to his treasure. Edmond was obliged to assist him. in fact. Listen to me. which will appear hereafter. . not seeing the young man appear. and he could no longer make use of one arm. like public rumor.La Mansión del Inglés . who are dead. and Caesar Spada. he looked at me. and when he was alone in the world. Faria. "You know. and I heard the phrase very often. he seated himself on the stool beside him. especially rich men -. so wonderfully sagacious. seated on his bed with his head in his hands. and eight other persons paid for the offices the cardinals held before their elevation. or was all the world deceived as to Faria? Dantes remained in his cell all day. although the wealth of his family had passed into a proverb. who held four of the highest dignities of the Holy See. one of the noblest and richest of the Roman nobility. once for all. `As rich as a Spada. lived on this reputation for wealth. Edmond. opened a volume relating to the History of the City of Rome. and it was necessary. and deploring the prostration of mind that followed them. which I can never forget: -"`The great wars of Romagna had ended. pursuing you remorselessly. had been on all points so rational and logical. towards the evening after the hour for the customary visit had gone by. He determined to make two cardinals. The pope had also need of money to bring matters to an end with Louis XII. his palace was my paradise. and." Edmond saw there was no escape. since their first acquaintance." he said with a benignant smile. They were ambitious. had need of money to purchase all Italy. I owe to this worthy lord all the happiness I ever knew. who had completed his conquest. tried to collect his scattered thoughts. and placing the old man on his bed. thinking thus to defer the moment when he should be convinced. smiling bitterly. There was a third point in view. There. and eagerly searching amongst dusty family manuscripts.

quite set up with his new dignities. The nephew replied no. so eminently civilizing. They began dinner and Spada was only able to inquire of his nephew if he had received his message. was really the most miserable of uncles -. but Alexander VI. the famous key which was given to certain persons with the request that they go and open a designated cupboard. which proved that he had anticipated all. The lion bit the hand thus favored. which he was pressed to taste. the person was pricked by this small point. But the inheritance consisted in this only. and greatly attached to his only nephew.' "The heirs sought everywhere. This was a matter of dispute between the holy father and his son. or shake hands with them. The pope heaped attentions upon Rospigliosi and Spada. while a prick or a bite occasions a delay of a day or two. "The table was laid in a vineyard belonging to the pope. under presence of seeking for the papers of the dead man. Spada and Rospigliosi.unless they were those of science. Caesar thought they could make use of one of the means which he always had ready for his friends. The pope awaited him.' "Spada set out about two o'clock to San Pierdarena. but . and that the snare was well spread. conferred upon them the insignia of the cardinalate. "Spada knew what these invitations meant. Caesar proposed to his father. and were greatly astonished that Spada. Besides. and. He then sent word to his nephew to wait for him near the vineyard. my breviary with the gold corners. Rospigliosi. but it appeared the servant did not find him. examined. had made progress in Rome. an indigestion declares itself immediately. The first sight that attracted the eyes of Spada was that of his nephew. and made his will. who came with a smile on his lips to say from the pope. Then the pope and Caesar Borgia invited the two cardinals to dinner. which I beg he will preserve in remembrance of his affectionate uncle. replied: `Now as to the worthy cardinals. Spada. the nephew expired at his own door. of which the lock was difficult. took paper and pen. When this was pressed to effect the opening of the cupboard.La Mansión del Inglés . `His holiness requests you to dine with him. and induced them to arrange their affairs and take up their residence at Rome. laid hands on the furniture. and died next day. went with a good appetite and his most ingratiating manner. placed for him expressly by the pope's butler. a charming retreat which the cardinals knew very well by report. Spada at the same moment saw another bottle approach him.http://www. scrutinized.mansioningles. amongst others. as Caesar looked at him with an ironical treasures -. a prudent "It is time now to proceed to the last part of the speculation. the bite was mortal. in the first place. and the cardinals were consequently invited to dinner. and Caesar Borgia paying him most marked attentions. that is to say. Then there was the ring with the lion's head.`I bequeath to my beloved nephew my coffers. something tells me that we shall get that money back. near San Pierdarena. perfectly comprehending the meaning of the question.' but it was a legate a latere. that they should either ask the cardinals to open the cupboard. my books. Caesar and his father searched. It was too late. Spada turned pale. you forget.. contained in the library and laboratories. Spada died on the threshold of the vineyard. in full costume. for he had already drunk a glass of excellent wine. a scrap of paper on which Spada had written: -. `Caesar wills that you die. making signs which his wife could not comprehend. since Christianity. -. the rich man. which Caesar wore when he wanted to greet his friends with a clasp of the hand. let us ask both of them to dinner. Caesar. admired the breviary. it was no longer a centurion who came from the tyrant with a message. "Then Caesar and the pope hastened to lay hands on the heritage.a negligence on the part of the locksmith. That was all.' Caesar gave way before such cogent reasoning. An hour afterwards a physician declared they were both poisoned through eating mushrooms. This key was furnished with a small iron point. and at the end of twenty-four hours. a young captain of the highest promise.

Months and years rolled on. " I was then almost assured that the inheritance had neither profited the Borgias nor the family. he went and got himself obscurely killed in a night skirmish. Yet I had read. but could only trace the acquisition of the property of the Cardinal Rospigliosi. contracts. My patron died. with beautiful Gothic characters.La Mansión del Inglés . was completely despoiled. It was an illuminated book. know by what mistake. and about the same in ready money. eh?" "Oh. others diplomatists. and thus doubled his income.' "They sought even more thoroughly than the august heirs had done. escaped by shedding his skin like a snake.mansioningles. -. "on the contrary. there is a will." cried Dantes. who had not taken any precaution. stewards. I had often heard him complain of the disproportion of his rank with his fortune. counted. but this was not the case. a better politician than his father. but in these days landed property had not much value. scarcely noticed in history. but had remained unpossessed like the treasures of the Arabian Nights. but in spite of the most exhaustive researches. on condition that I would have anniversary masses said for the repose of his . and amongst the descendants some were soldiers. and his famous breviary. composed of five thousand volumes. go on. like twenty servitors. not exceeding a few thousand crowns in plate. There were two palaces and a vineyard behind the Palatine Hill. a mystery hung over this dark affair. preserved in the family with superstitious veneration. for the singular clause of the only will that had been found. for the sole purpose of assuring myself whether any increase of fortune had occurred to them on the death of the Cardinal Caesar Spada. Years rolled on. but the new skin was spotted by the poison till it looked like a tiger's. and I advised him to invest all he had in an annuity. my friend. that Caesar. Alexander VI. but the nephew had time to say to his wife before he expired: `Look well among my uncle's papers. or at least very little. I say the two. and the two palaces and the vineyard remained to the family since they were beneath the rapacity of the pope and his son. no doubt. some grew rich. which slept in the bosom of the earth under the eyes of the genie. and was in the count's possession. I in my turn examined the immense bundles of documents. calculated a thousand and a thousand times the income and expenditure of the family for three hundred years. poisoned at the same time. had carried off from the pope the fortune of the two cardinals. and some were ruined. his companion in misfortune. that a servant always carried it before the cardinal on days of great solemnity. but it was fruitless. The Spadas remained in doubtful ease. with a thousand Roman crowns. "this seems to you very meaningless. After the pope's death and his son's exile. He had reserved from his annuity his family papers. and the public rumor was. "Up to this point. parchments. The celebrated breviary remained in the family. interrupting the thread of his narrative. whose secretary I was -. All these he bequeathed to me. it was supposed that the Spada family would resume the splendid position they had held before the cardinal's time. I remained in my ignorance. poisoned. which he had in ready money. all descending from the poisoned cardinal. ransacked." said Faria. some churchmen. I searched. secretaries before me. because Cardinal Rospigliosi.nothing. some found nothing. It was useless. I come now to the last of the family. "At the sight of papers of all sorts. compelled to quit Rome. which were kept in the archives of the family. Caesar. It had been handed down from father to son. He did so. -. and so weighty with gold. his library. I beg of you. had caused it to be regarded as a genuine relic.titles. and the Count of Spada in his poverty.the Count of Spada." "The family began to get accustomed to their obscurity. it seems as if I were reading a most interesting narrative. Then. I found -. I had even written a precise history of the Borgia family. died." "I will.

I took a wax-candle in one hand. an old paper quite yellow with age.. I saw yellowish characters appear on the paper. twisted it up together. diamonds.. my head dropped on my hands. when I had done so. Dantes... the treasure is in the furthest a. and a fortnight after the death of the Count of Spada..La Mansión del Inglés . nearly one-third of the paper had been consumed by the flame.. gold.. he may desire to become my heir.. I hesitated for a moment. I felt for invited to dine by his Holiness .I declare to my nephew. put out the flame as quickly as I could. in proportion as the fire ascended. with an air of triumph... that I have bu. on the 25th of December (you will see presently how the date became fixed in my memory). It was that paper you read this morning. and then I will complete for you the incomplete words and unconnected sense. offered the paper to Dantes. which . "read this other paper.. found it.. I awoke as the clock was striking six. who this time read the following words. creek to the east in a right line.. when. jewels.. and I fell asleep about three o'clock in the afternoon.ried in a place he knows . for the thousandth time.. intending to take with me twelve thousand francs I possessed. Two open. "Caes. Alexander VI. which Edmond read as follows: -". and with the other groped about for a piece of paper (my match-box being empty). I was in utter darkness. "25th April.. my library. as if by magic. my dear Edmond.mansioningles. may amount to nearly two mil. however. gems.. and the famous breviary.. in these caves. ... "In 1807. I determined to find one for myself. and opened the crumpled paper with inexpressible emotion. .. 1498. Guido Spada .. and which had served as a marker for centuries. Island of Monte Cristo. Be easy.. read it again. tired with my constant labor at the same thing. kept there by the request of the heirs. I was reading. only appearing when exposed to the fire. I raised my head.essed of ingots. which treasure I bequeath and leave en. a month before I was arrested. the papers I was arranging... "But beneath my soul.. lighted my taper in the fire itself.. my sole heir.. and overcome by a heavy dinner I had eaten. and Bentivoglio. we are near the conclusion. be. and fearing that not.. and re. and I was going to leave Rome and settle at Florence.. which was on the table beside me.. recognizing. traced with an ink of a reddish color resembling rust: -"This 25th day of April.. that is. for the palace was sold to a stranger. then recollected that I had seen in the famous breviary. It was indeed but anticipating the simple manners which I should soon be under the necessity of adopting..know of the existence of this treasure." Faria. that I alone... and that I would draw up a genealogical tree and history of his house." said the abbe." and he presented to Dantes a second leaf with fragments of lines written on it.. All this I did scrupulously.. in.http://www. and has visited with me. money. all I poss. 1498.. to make use of any valuable piece of paper... "And now. I grasped it in my hand. but as no one came. I rang for a light. that these characters had been traced in mysterious and sympathetic ink.. with which I proposed to get a light from the small flame still playing on the embers. as my sole heir.the caves of the small ... who were poisoned.. and putting it into the expiring flame..content with making me pay for my hat.serves for me the fate of Cardinals Caprara . will find on raising the twentieth ro.. Fearing. set light to it.

diamonds. Aided by the remaining fragment.600.000 in 1894.serves for me the fate of Cardinals Caprara and Bentivoglio. do you comprehend now?" inquired from the small creek to the east in a right line. which may amount to nearly two mil. my dear fellow.know of the existence of this invited to dine by his Holiness Alexander VI. and divining the hidden meaning by means of what was in part revealed. made me his heir.....ssed of ingots. having aroused their suspicions. that I have bu.... and did set out at that very instant. if I die here.ings have been made in these caves.lions of Roman crowns. "put the two fragments together. nearly thirteen millions of our money."* * $2. . still incredulous..the caves of the small Island of Monte Cristo all I poss.I declare to my nephew... as we are guided in a cavern by the small ray of light above us. and my hasty departure." "But.mansioningles.ried in a place he knows and has visited with me. wished for a partition of provinces) had their eyes on me. the treasure is in the furthest a. addressing Dantes with an almost paternal expression. "Caes. gems. make your mind satisfied on that point. be easy on that score." replied Edmond." "And what did you do when you arrived at this conclusion?" "I resolved to set out.La Mansión del Inglés . he may desire to become my heir..ngle in the second.. and re. "now. The last Count of Spada.. "It is the declaration of Cardinal from the small . half this treasure is yours. in. gold.." he said.content with making me pay for my hat. who were poisoned. that I alone. . which treasure I bequeath and leave en. and the conjointed pieces gave the following: -"This 25th day of April... moreover. I was arrested at the very moment I was leaving Piombino.. no.." Dantes obeyed. my sole heir. quite contrary to what Napoleon desired so soon as he had a son born to him..ngle in the second. yes!" "And who completed it as it now is?" "I did. Two open." inquired Dantes hesitating. the unity of the Italian kingdom. "Yes. when he saw that Dantes had read the last line. carrying with me the beginning of my great work.. . 1498. "Now. and judge for yourself." "And you say this treasure amounts to" -"Two millions of Roman crowns. 1498. "and now. bequeathing to me this symbolic breviary.. I guessed the rest.. and you escape alone. he bequeathed to me all it Spada. jewels. we may enjoy it without remorse.. and which he will find on raising the twentieth ro. "25th April... If we ever escape Spada.. be... money. and the will so long sought for." Faria followed him with an excited look. no.lions of Roman crowns. a thousand times. the family is extinct... and which he .ings have been made . but for some time the imperial police (who at this period.. measuring the length of the lines by those of the paper... the cause of which they were unable to guess.. you know as much as I do myself. If we lay hands on this fortune.. Guido Spada." continued Faria.tire to him as my sole heir. "has this treasure no more legitimate possessor in the world than ourselves?" "No....tire to him . the whole belongs to you. that is.." "Well. and fearing that not..http://www..

Now that this treasure. and the prisoner who could not get free. They had repaired it completely. increased Edmond's admiration of him. at one and the same time. explaining to Dantes all the good which. and every day he expatiated on the amount. situated twenty-five miles from Pianosa. it had doubled its value in his eyes. and though he considered the treasure as by no means "Impossible!" said Dantes." replied Dantes. the misfortune would have been still greater. for the oath of vengeance he had taken recurred to his memory. but Dantes knew it. with a sigh. I have no right to it. The abbe did not know the Island of Monte Cristo. and had often passed it.mansioningles. Dantes. my dear friend. I am no relation of yours." he added. and then surprise you." And Faria extended the arm of which alone the use remained to him to the young man who threw himself upon his neck and wept. "it is you who will conduct me thither. "The Spada family was one of the oldest and most powerful families of the fifteenth century.he wavered between incredulity and joy. when other opportunities for investment were wanting. But for this precaution. and he reflected how much ill.http://www. Dantes drew a plan of the island for Faria. there are at this day Roman families perishing of hunger. and the way in which he had achieved the discovery. and Faria gave Dantes advice as to the means he should employ to recover the treasure. it will be remembered. However. "that I might test your character. in these times." exclaimed the old man. and had once touched there. and stopped up with vast masses of stone the hole Dantes had partly filled in. supposing it had ever existed. God has sent you to me to console. was rebuilt. though possessed of nearly a million in diamonds and jewels. It was past a question now that Faria was not a lunatic. always had been. Well. It is a rock of almost conical form. but at the same time Dantes could not believe that the deposit. Chapter 19 The Third Attack. between Corsica and the Island of Elba. My profession condemns me to celibacy. a man could do in these days to his friends. now. and in those times. the gallery on the sea side. still existed. with thirteen or fourteen millions of francs. "You are the child of my captivity. the man who could not be a father. staggered at the enormous amount. This island was." Edmond thought he was in a dream -. "and to you only. he yet believed it was no longer there. I should have conducted you to Monte Cristo. such accumulations of gold and jewels were by no means rare. which had long been in ruins." continued Faria. "Impossible? and why?" asked the old man. and then Dantes' countenance became gloomy. the abbe had made to Edmond. and still is. completely deserted. which had so long been the object of the abbe's meditations. a man with thirteen or fourteen millions could do to his enemies. Dantes. you do not thank me?" "This treasure belongs to you." "You are my son.La Mansión del Inglés . a new misfortune befell them. Had we escaped before my attack of catalepsy. could insure the future happiness of him whom Faria really loved as a son. for their . which had given rise to the suspicion of his madness. But Dantes was far from being as enthusiastic and confident as the old man. which looks as though it had been thrust up by volcanic force from the depth to the surface of the ocean. which. "I have only kept this secret so long from you. and which they cannot touch. and making them understand that they were condemned to perpetual imprisonment. as if fate resolved on depriving the prisoners of their last chance. handed down by entail.

to endeavor to find the wonderful caverns. that the despair to which I was just on the point of yielding when I knew you. my present happiness. The treasure will be no more mine than yours. and Dantes knew it from the first to the last word. with an air of sorrowful resignation. that he might not see himself grow old. Dantes. assured that if the first were seized. and had gradually. for fear of recalling the almost extinct past which now only floated in his memory like a distant light wandering in the night. -Faria. Whole hours sometimes passed while Faria was giving instructions to Dantes. at least tolerably.this is my treasure. if not actually happy. So life went on for them as it does for those who are not victims of misfortune and whose activities glide along mechanically and tranquilly beneath the eye of providence. and remain there alone under some pretext which would arouse no suspicions. he remained paralyzed in the right arm and the left leg. As he had prophesied would be the case.this is my fortune -. who learns to make something from nothing. in spite of our jailers. as we have said. -. and they would undoubtedly have been separated. but actual. and had given up all hope of ever enjoying it himself.which embellishes my mind. But my real treasure is not that. who for so long a time had kept silence as to the treasure.http://www. if I should ever be free. They were thus perpetually employed. Then. and search in the appointed spot. and this -. from the day and hour and moment when he was so. without having recovered the use of his hand and foot. and with this you have made me rich and happy. To have you as long as possible near me. These different sciences that you have made so easy to me by the depth of the knowledge you possess of them. to gain Monte Cristo by some means. even Caesar Borgia himself. and take comfort. Faria. which awaits me beneath the sombre rocks of Monte Cristo. and anticipating the pleasure he would enjoy. -. could not deprive me of this. For fear the letter might be some day lost or stolen. and all the sovereigns of the earth. our living together five or six hours a day. and which have taken root there with all their philological ramifications. which was. a stronger.La Mansión del Inglés . my beloved friend. even were they not as problematical as the clouds we see in the morning floating over the sea. I have promised to remain forever with you.instructions which were to serve him when he was at liberty. and which evaporate and vanish as we draw near to them. I owe you my real good.not chimerical. it is your presence. -. now perpetually talked of it. has no longer any hold over me. and more inexorable barrier was interposed to cut off the realization of their hopes. "You see. to Faria. -. yet the days these two unfortunates passed together went quickly. he could have but one only thought." said the young man. Believe fills my whole existence. and makes my whole frame capable of great and terrible things. my dear friend. if not rapidly. Then he destroyed the second portion. In the meanwhile the hours passed. Faria. being the farthest angle in the second opening. and now I could not break my promise if I would. and once there. taught his youthful companion the patient and sublime duty of a prisoner. which we take for terra firma. Thus a new. the languages you have implanted in my attempt to escape would have been detected. it is the rays of intelligence you have elicited from my brain. . strengthens my soul. no one would be able to discover its real meaning. this is better for me than tons of gold and cases of diamonds." Thus. besides the moral instructions we have detailed. be it remembered. once free. to hear your eloquent speech. he compelled Dantes to learn it by heart.the appointed spot. "that God deems it right to take from me any claim to merit for what you call my devotion to you. had regained all the clearness of his understanding. But he was continually thinking over some means of escape for his young companion. and neither of us will quit this prison. and the clearness of the principles to which you have reduced them -.

rushed into the passage. You will no longer have half a dead body tied to you as a drag to all your movements. all the springs of life are now exhausted in me. should do all in his power to preserve that existence. my friend. the dungeon I am about to leave will not long remain empty." said Faria in a resigned tone. begin to pervade my whole frame. the secret entrance was open. These horrible chills." he continued. my dear Edmond. and when Edmond returned to his cell. like yourself. "See.http://www. my friend. and the results would be instantly destroyed if our jailers knew we had communicated with each other. "and I tell you that I will save you yet. he restores to you more than he takes away. however painful it may be." "There is not a hope. and in a quarter of an hour there will be nothing left of me but a corpse. "Silence. and so act as to render your captivity supportable or your flight possible. I feel the blood flowing towards my brain. drew up the stone. he said. strong. believing that he heard some one calling him. and his strength. of which we have spoken. His name. rushed towards the door. and perhaps in that of the old man. One night Edmond awoke suddenly. still a third filled with the red liquor. Dantes saw the old man. his heart wrung with anguish. do you not. "Oh. many repressed desires. pale. Besides. looking at his paralyzed arm and leg. Perhaps he will be young." "Well. "can it be?" He moved his bed.mansioningles. are there any fresh instructions? Speak. then. By the light of the wretched and wavering lamp. "there remains still some of the magic draught." he exclaimed." replied Faria. The cold gains upon me. which. my dear friend. some other unfortunate being will soon take my place. be assured." "Oh. "Help. "has but half its work to do. and enduring. many stifled But beneath this superficial calm there were in the heart of the young man. Undoubtedly the call came from Faria's dungeon. and I need not attempt to explain to you?" Edmond uttered a cry of agony. while I have been but a hindrance. which make my teeth chatter and seem to dislocate my bones.La Mansión del Inglés . and it was time I should die. quite out of his senses. I listen. He opened his eyes upon utter darkness. yes!" exclaimed Dantes." "Oh!" exclaimed Dantes. At length providence has done something for you. God wills it that man whom he has created. which had for a moment staggered under this blow. is yet always so dear. and will aid you in your escape." he said. If. my friend. which found vent when Faria was left alone. Quick. "Oh. "but no matter. yes. I have saved you once." Edmond could only clasp his hands and exclaim. but yet erect. try. and I will save you a second time!" And raising the foot of the bed. shaking his head. help!" Faria had just sufficient strength to restrain him. or rather a plaintive voice which essayed to pronounce his name." murmured Edmond. only do not wait so long. and death. my dear friend. "Alas. in five minutes the malady will reach its height. which had failed at the words of the old man. he drew out the phial. "Alas. "Do as you did before. He sat up in bed and a cold sweat broke out upon his brow. clinging to the bedstead. and reached the opposite extremity. "or you are lost. We must now only think of you. His features were writhing with those horrible symptoms which he already knew. after having made me swallow twelve drops instead of ten. quick! tell me what I must do this time. and to him you will appear like an angel of salvation. and which had so seriously alarmed him when he saw them for the first time. speak not thus!" and then resuming all his presence of mind. and. It would require years to do again what I have done here. and in whose heart he has so profoundly rooted the love of life. "you understand. . exclaiming. reached him.

but old men see death more clearly. and lips flecked with bloody foam. He waited ten minutes. the phial contained.'tis over -. succor him! Help -. and laid him on the bed. placed it on a projecting stone above the bed. "And now. The draught produced a galvanic effect. God grants me the boon of vision unrestricted by time or remember that the poor abbe. the eyes remaining open. he heaved a sigh which resembled a senses fail! Your hand. Dantes took the lamp. -. and without having occasion to force open his jaws. his brow bathed with perspiration. The treasure of the Spadas exists. it is the privilege of youth to believe and hope. he said. and are dazzled at the sight of so much riches. "Listen. clasping Edmond's hand convulsively -"adieu!" "Oh. Trembling. "do not forsake me! Oh. sight is gone -. yes. Dantes raised his head and saw Faria's eyes injected with blood. for I can no longer support myself." "Do not mistake. My eyes pierce the inmost recesses of the earth. . his hair erect. no. although you suffer much. Now lift me on my you see that I do not recover. Dantes! Adieu -. I suffer less because there is in me less strength to -help!" "Hush -. -you whom heaven gave me somewhat late. -. and then his convulsed body returned gradually to its former immobility. which offered less resistance than before. Oh. pried open the teeth. Then he thought it was time to make the last trial. you do not seem to be in such agony as you were before. lay on the bed of torture. was not so."Monte Cristo. my dear friend. and watched. and for which I am most grateful. Hasten to Monte Cristo -. At your age we have faith in life. in which he summoned all his faculties.La Mansión del Inglés . It seemed as if a flow of blood had ascended from the chest to the head. whence its tremulous light fell with strange and fantastic ray on the distorted countenance and motionless. but still gave me. counted one after the other twelve drops. "Adieu. My son." Edmond took the old man in his the moment of separating from you forever. a priceless gift. perhaps. With steady gaze he awaited confidently the moment for administering the restorative. When he believed that the right moment had arrived. yes. he counted the seconds by the beating of his heart." said Faria. in place of the intellectual being who so lately rested there. now. be assured I shall save you! Besides. a violent trembling pervaded the old man's limbs. which had remained extended.mansioningles. "sole consolation of my wretched existence. leaning his head against the old man's bed. The crisis was terrible. not yet. he took the knife. he poured the whole of the liquid down his throat. I wish you all the happiness and all the prosperity you so well deserve. to what I say in this my dying moment." he cried. I see it in the depths of the inner cavern. -. and a rigid form with twisted limbs. then pour the rest down my throat. forget not Monte Cristo!" And he fell back on the change took place. a quarter of an hour.'tis here -. half an hour." A violent convulsion attacked the old man. If you do escape. adieu!" murmured the old man. I bless thee!" The young man cast himself on his knees. -. 'tis here -.http://www. swollen eyelids. "that they may not separate us if you save me!" "You are right. his eyes opened until it was fearful to gaze upon them.adieu!" And raising himself by a final effort.hush!" murmured the dying man. whom all the world called mad. stiffened body. and he put the phial to the purple lips of Faria. twice as much more.avail yourself of the fortune -for you have indeed suffered long enough.

and seeing that. He therefore returned by the subterraneous gallery. followed by the doctor and other attendants. Then an invincible and extreme terror seized upon him. they may go to some expense in his behalf. carefully concealed it. Last of all came the governor. "the shrouds of the Chateau d'If are not dear!" "Perhaps. and paled the ineffectual light of the lamp. It was time. he saw that he was alone with a corpse." Edmond did not lose a word. The doctor analyzed the symptoms of the malady to which the prisoner had succumbed. well. He went on his way. which he tried many times to close." added a third voice. He extinguished the lamp. but the eyeballs were was evident that the doctor was examining the dead body.La Mansión del Inglés . the eyes remained open." said one of the previous speakers. Still he dared not to enter. for the jailer was coming. closing as well as he could the entrance to the secret passage by the large stone as he descended. At the end of an hour. "as he was a churchman. The governor then went out. the dawn was just breaking. There was a moment's silence. The inquiries soon commenced. for he was a quiet. which increased. The voices soon ceased. and it seemed to him as if every one had left the cell." "They may give him the honors of the sack. he will not have enough to pay for his shroud!" said another. "Well. but comprehended very little of what was said. He remained. happy in his folly. and its feeble ray came into the dungeon. and the heart's pulsation become more and more deep and dull. -. Dantes still doubted. who called out for help. heard the voice of the governor. inoffensive prisoner. It was six o'clock in the morning. and words of pity fell on Dantes' listening ears. but in vain -. for he felt that all the world should have for the poor abbe a love and respect equal to his own. and then was heard the regular tramp of soldiers. who asked them to throw water on the dead man's face. as they might have left some turnkey to watch the dead. While the struggle between day and night lasted.they opened again as soon as shut. they sent for the doctor. replying to the assurance of the Half an hour. hardly venturing to breathe. Strange shadows passed over the countenance of the dead man. Dantes was then seized with an indescribable desire to know what was going on in the dungeon of his unfortunate friend. therefore. and on leaving him he went on to Faria's dungeon. Questions and answers followed in a nonchalant manner that made Dantes indignant." said one. and during this period of anguish. Good journey to him!" "With all his millions. and then went away. an hour. until at length it stopped." said the governor. and he dared not again press the hand that hung out of bed.http://www. "I am very sorry for what you tell me. Other turnkeys came. he heard a faint noise. Edmond leaned over his friend. and declared that he was dead. he dared no longer to gaze on those fixed and vacant eyes. Edmond heard the creaking of the bed as they moved the corpse. the face became livid. an hour and a half elapsed.mansioningles." . "that the old man is really dead. the last movement of the heart ceased. his hand applied to his heart. mute and motionless. and at times gave it the appearance of life. and arrived in time to hear the exclamations of the turnkey. Nothing betokened that the man know anything of what had occurred. It was the governor who returned. On this occasion he began his rounds at Dantes' cell. taking thither breakfast and some linen. and required no watching. and felt the body gradually grow cold. but as soon as the daylight gained the pre-eminence. the prisoner did not recover. "the madman has gone to look after his treasure. in spite of this application. "Oh. mingled with brutal laughter.

" "Still. without any attempt to escape." said the doctor. sir. in order to take a trip to Hyeres for a week. "The chaplain of the chateau came to me yesterday to beg for leave of absence. but on that. too. with the impiety usual in persons of his profession. and delivered from his captivity. and. and he felt as if he should faint. The perspiration poured forth upon the young man's brow. as to finish your duty by fulfilling the formalities described by law. the bed creaked. that you will show him all proper respect. ah!" said the doctor." "It is the sort of malady which we call monomania. "Will there be any mass?" asked one of the attendants. sir. and then was heard the crackling of burning flesh. he shall be decently interred in the newest sack we can find. indeed. God will respect his profession. yes. knew that the doctor was examining the corpse a second time. notwithstanding your certainty." said the doctor. "I did not know that I had a rival. saying. he was intractable. "he is dead. he is really dead. make your mind "Ah. he might have had his requiem.http://www. "I believe it will be requisite. "You had never anything to complain of?" said the governor to the jailer who had charge of the abbe.mansioningles. pooh. during which Dantes. be so kind. and a moment afterwards the noise of rustling canvas reached Dantes' ears. too. I'll answer for it. "he is a churchman. "that we are not content in such cases as this with such a simple examination. But make haste -.La Mansión del Inglés . and the heavy footfall of a man who lifts a weight sounded on the floor. were now heard. persisting. of which the peculiar and nauseous smell penetrated even behind the wall where Dantes was listening in horror. but I hope. The poor fool is cured of his folly. One day. -"Here is the brazier. but in discharge of my official duty. "there was no occasion for watching him: he would have stayed here fifty years. and not give the devil the wicked delight . Will that satisfy you?" "Must this last formality take place in your presence. "this burn in the heel is decisive. then the bed again creaked under the weight deposited upon it. "never." There was a moment of complete silence. "Yes. lighted. it was an ancient name." "Yes." added the turnkey." said the doctor. If the poor abbe had not been in such a hurry. "This evening. that we should be perfectly assured that the prisoner is dead. people going and coming." replied the governor. on the contrary. when my wife was ill." "Let the irons be heated." replied the jailer. the creaking of a door." This order to heat the irons made Dantes shudder." said the governor. "Never. he gave me a prescription which cured her." There was a moment's silence. "Certainly. He heard hasty steps. he sometimes amused me very much by telling me stories. "but really it is a useless precaution. very learned. still listening." said the governor." "Wasn't his name Faria?" inquired one of the officers who accompanied the governor. "That is impossible. sir. governor. and some minutes afterwards a turnkey entered." "Pooh. as he said. "You see.I cannot stay here all day. "You may make your mind easy. I told him I would attend to the prisoners in his absence." "Ah. I will answer for that. going and coming." said the governor. therefore. sir?" inquired a turnkey. and rational enough on all points which did not relate to his treasure." "You know." said the doctor. sir. He was." Other footsteps. In spite of all appearances." said the doctor. and not that I doubt your science.

"I should go where he goes. and then paused abruptly by the bed. . he became silent and gazed straight before him like one overwhelmed with a strange and amazing thought." A shout of laughter followed this brutal jest. and should assuredly find him again. and the voices died away in the distance. and I shall die in my dungeon like Faria. as the turnkey said." But excessive grief is like a storm at sea. Suddenly he arose. where the frail bark is tossed from the depths to the top of the wave. and looked carefully around the chamber. "Why. Dantes recoiled from the idea of so infamous a death. some friends to reward. -. after having lived and suffered so long and so much! Die? yes. and faintly illuminated by the pale light that came from the window. never again to hear the voice of the only human being who united him to earth! Was not Faria's fate the better. "At what hour?" inquired a turnkey. who knows.a winding-sheet which." Then the steps retreated. to give way to the sarcasm of destiny. I shall struggle to the very last. Everything was in readiness. but now to die would be. which was all-pervasive." he went on with a smile. He seated himself on the edge of that terrible bed. "This evening. which his friend had driven away and kept away by his cheerful presence. strangle him. had I died years ago. and Dantes emerged from the tunnel. and then they will guillotine me." he exclaimed -." "Shall we watch by the corpse?" "Of what use would it be? Shut the dungeon as if he were alive -. Meanwhile the operation of putting the body in the sack was going on. lifted his hand to his brow as if his brain wore giddy. Yet they will forget me here. cost so solve the problem of life at its source. now hovered like a phantom over the abbe's dead body. the noise of the door. and fell into melancholy and gloomy revery. too. even at the risk of horrible suffering? The idea of suicide. and under its rude folds was stretched a long and stiffened form. Faria. the beneficent and cheerful companion." said the governor. with whom he was accustomed to live so intimately." he said. it was Faria's last winding-sheet. lay a sack of canvas. and passed suddenly from despair to an ardent desire for life and liberty. No.he was alone again -. -. "Die? oh.never again to see the face." As he said this."not die now. It was empty. Before I die I must not forget that I have my executioners to punish. I want to live. paced twice or thrice round the dungeon.again face to face with nothingness! Alone! -. "If I could die. "I will remain here. Then he raised the flag-stone cautiously with his head. at full length.La Mansión del Inglés .com of sending him a priest. A barrier had been placed between Dantes and his old friend.again condemned to silence -.mansioningles. with its creaking hinges and bolts ceased. about ten or eleven o'clock. indeed. and struck its icy chill to the very soul of Dantes.that is all. when the task was ended.the silence of death. But how to die? It is very easy. no longer could he clasp the hand which had done so much to make his existence blessed. no longer breathed. and a silence more sombre than that of solitude ensued. rush on the first person that opens the door. no. Chapter 20 The Cemetery of the Chateau D'If. and perhaps. No longer could Edmond look into those wide-open eyes which had seemed to be penetrating the mysteries of death. after all -. Alone -. I will yet win back the happiness of which I have been deprived.http://www. On the bed.

opened it with the knife which Faria had made. might perceive the change that had been made. and would have been happy if at the same time he could have repressed the throbbing of his veins. and clutched his heart in a grasp of ice. tied around its head the rag he wore at night around his own. If he was detected in this and the earth proved too heavy. The footsteps -. If they took him to the cemetery and laid him in a "Just God!" he muttered. Dantes might have waited until the evening visit was over. The first risk that Dantes ran was. At length. turned the head towards the wall. Now his plans were fully made. and then the man placed his bread and soup on the table. from misanthropy or fatigue. and. His situation was too precarious to allow him even time to reflect on any thought but one. covered it with his much the better. but he had not thought of hunger. he would be stifled. and thus discover all. he meant to open the sack from top to bottom. Yet the hours passed on without any unusual disturbance. This time the jailer might not be as silent as usual. that they might feel only naked flesh beneath the coarse canvas. as was his frequent custom. that the jailer. took from the hidingplace the needle and thread. he bent over the appalling shroud. Dantes did not intend to give them time to recognize him. and this is what he intended to do. Then he thought he was going to die. with the other he wiped the perspiration from his temples. escape. and tried vainly to close the resisting eyes. summoned up all his courage.and Dantes guessed that the two grave-diggers had come to seek him -. and bore it along the tunnel to his own chamber. but he was afraid that the governor would change his mind.http://www. and seeing that he received no reply. indeed. The door opened. he saw two shadows approach his bed. and then. when he heard the noise they made in putting down the hand-bier. and Dantes knew that he had escaped the first peril. laid it on his couch. and went away without saying a word. Dantes' agony really began. about the hour the governor had appointed. and sewed up the mouth of the sack from the inside. From time to time chills ran through his whole body. the grave-diggers could scarcely have turned their backs before he would have worked his way through the yielding soil and escaped. and then -. footsteps were heard on the stairs.La Mansión del Inglés . fortunately. drew the corpse from the sack. when he brought the evening meal. all would be over. placed himself in the posture in which the dead body had been laid. If while he was being carried out the grave-diggers should discover that they were bearing a live instead of a dead body. a third remaining at the . but speak to Dantes. entered the tunnel again. nor did he think of it now. His hand placed upon his heart was unable to redress its throbbings. and getting inside the sack. so that the jailer might. "whence comes this thought? Is it from thee? Since none but the dead pass freely from this dungeon. He would have been discovered by the beating of his heart. which glared horribly. and a dim light reached Dantes' eyes through the coarse sack that covered him. flung off his rags. when he brought him his supper at seven o'clock. let me take the place of the dead!" Without giving himself time to reconsider his decision. It was a good augury. Dantes had not eaten since the preceding evening. He hoped that the weight of earth would not be so great that he could not overcome it. and order the dead body to be removed earlier. that he might not allow his thoughts to be distracted from his desperate resolution. When seven o'clock came. held his breath. twenty times at least. if they tried to catch him. In that case his last hope would have been destroyed. drew the bed against the wall. as it was night. he would use his knife to better purpose. profiting by their alarm. while. believe that he was asleep. go to the bed. Dantes had received his jailer in bed. once again kissed the ice-cold brow. returned to the other cell. and.they were double -.this idea was soon converted into certainty. but with a sudden cut of the knife. Edmond felt that the moment had arrived.paused at the door -. if by any mischance the jailers had entered at that moment. he would allow himself to be covered with earth.

Although drawn downwards by the heavy weight which hastened his rapid descent. "You know very well that the last was stopped on his way. the man came towards Edmond. "Where am I?" he asked himself. Dantes' first impulse was to escape. here we are at last. one by the head and the other by the heels. The bearers went on for twenty paces. and Dantes heard his shoes striking on the pavement. lifting the feet." They ascended five or six more steps. who was looking on. who went first. Edmond stiffened himself in order to play the part of a dead man. stifled in a moment by his immersion beneath the waves. "Really. and swung him to and fro." said another. "He's heavy though for an old and thin man. "The spade." he said. "two! three!" And at the same instant Dantes felt himself flung into the air like a wounded bird.http://www. dashed on the rocks. falling. "or I shall never find what I am looking for. have you tied the knot?" inquired the grave-digger. reached Dantes' ear distinctly as they went forward." "Why. and then Dantes felt that they took him. it seemed to him as if the fall lasted for a century. One of them went away." The man with the torch complied. lighted by the man with the torch." An exclamation of satisfaction indicated that the grave-digger had found the object of his search. you're right. "but it has lost nothing by waiting. "They say every year adds half a pound to the weight of the bones. "Well." was the answer. and then stopped to open a door. At door with a torch in its hand." "Yes. "not without some trouble though. and as he did so he uttered a shrill cry. and pretty tight too." As he said this. as he raised the head. "Here it is at last." "Yes." said one. "Give us a light. falling. "Bad weather!" observed one of the bearers." said the other. "Well. "Have you tied the knot?" inquired the first speaker. with a rapidity that made his blood curdle. "One!" said the gravediggers. then went forward again." said the other. They advanced fifty paces farther. I can tell you." said the other bearer. and then there was a burst of brutal laughter. and they proceeded. but fortunately he did not attempt it. with a horrible splash. and Dantes knew that the mistral was blowing. "A little farther -. he is by no means a light load!" said the other bearer. "I can do that when we get there.mansioningles.La Mansión del Inglés . then stopped.a little farther. They deposited the supposed corpse on the bier. Dantes did not comprehend the jest. The noise of the waves dashing against the rocks on which the chateau is built. approaching the ends of the bed. although not asked in the most polite terms. yes. . took the sack by its extremities. and the governor told us next day that we were careless fellows. he darted like an arrow into the ice-cold water. sitting on the edge of the hand-barrow. Suddenly he felt the fresh and sharp night air. The two men." was the answer. putting the bier down on the ground. the abbe runs a chance of being wet. who heard a heavy metallic substance laid down beside him. perhaps. ascended the stairs. "What would be the use of carrying so much more weight?" was the reply. but his hair stood erect on his head. and then the party. "Move on. then." said one of them." replied the companion. "Yes." And the bier was lifted once more. "not a pleasant night for a dip in the sea. "What's the knot for?" thought Dantes. and at the same moment a cord was fastened round his feet with sudden and painful violence. "What can he be looking for?" thought Edmond. It was a sensation in which pleasure and pain were strangely mingled.

clogged Dantes' efforts. even beneath the waves. and your strength has not been properly exercised and prepared for exertion. it was at least a league from the Chateau d'If to this island. gleaming in front of him like a star." These words rang in Dantes' ears. Fear. He fancied that these two forms were looking at the sea. An . whose projecting crags seemed like arms extended to seize their prey. had sufficient presence of mind to hold his breath. Dantes dived again. rose phantom-like the vast stone structure. Dantes waited only to get breath. But. He swam on still. He fancied that every wave behind him was a pursuing boat. as is also the islet of Daume. therefore. and then his body. extricated his arm. He saw overhead a black and tempestuous sky. and remained a long time beneath the water. at the moment when it seemed as if he were actually strangled. and was dragged into its depths by a thirty-six pound shot tied to his feet. "Dantes.La Mansión del Inglés . The islands of Tiboulen and Lemaire are a league from the Chateau d'If. increasing rapidly his distance from the chateau. and on the highest rock was a torch lighting two figures. blacker than the sky. but Ratonneau and Pomegue are inhabited. and as his right hand (prepared as he was for every chance) held his knife open. and every time that he rose to the top of a wave he scanned the horizon. he was fifty paces from where he had first sunk. He must now get his bearings. But how could he find his way in the darkness of the night? At this moment he saw the light of Planier. but he felt its presence. and strove to penetrate the darkness. and he redoubled his exertions. sombre and terrible. across which the wind was driving clouds that occasionally suffered a twinkling star to appear. When he came up again the light had disappeared. he felt it dragging him down still lower. and that he was still master of that element on whose bosom he had so often sported as a boy. doubtless these strange grave-diggers had heard his cry. Dantes had been flung into the sea. determined to make for them. while the shot dragged down to the depths the sack that had so nearly become his shroud. Tiboulen and Lemaire were therefore the safest for Dantes' venture. Dantes. Chapter 21 The Island of Tiboulen. although stunned and almost suffocated. you will be drowned if you seek to escape. Often in prison Faria had said to him. He then bent his body. and by a desperate effort severed the cord that bound his legs. and already the terrible chateau had disappeared in the darkness. He could not see it. Behind him. This was an easy feat to him. he would find it. The sea is the cemetery of the Chateau d'If. With a mighty leap he rose to the surface of the sea. When he arose a second time. and was unanimously declared to be the best swimmer in the port. in order to avoid being seen. by turning to the left. Ratonneau and Pomegue are the nearest islands of all those that surround the Chateau d'If.http://www. for he usually attracted a crowd of spectators in the bay before the lighthouse at Marseilles when he swam there. He found with pleasure that his captivity had taken away nothing of his power. blacker than the sea. he kept the Island of Tiboulen a little on the left. whose waves foamed and roared as if before the approach of a storm. before him was the vast expanse of waters. and then dived. but exhausting his strength. Dantes. when he saw him idle and inactive. as we have said. he rapidly ripped up the sack.mansioningles. you must not give way to this listlessness. He listened for any sound that might be audible. By leaving this light on the right. that relentless pursuer. he hastened to cleave his way through them to see if he had not lost his strength. but in spite of all his efforts to free himself from the shot.

Dantes ran down the rocks at the risk of being himself dashed to pieces. a flash of lightning. continued to cleave the waves.he had reached the first of the two islands. or the cramp seizes me. and that it would. he listened. Another flash showed him four men clinging to the shattered mast and the rigging. and bear him off into the centre of the storm." and he struck out with the energy of despair. and among the fragments the floating forms of the hapless sailors. in fact. He was safely sheltered. that has retarded my speed. As he rose. He then recollected that he had not eaten or drunk for four-and-twenty hours. and he felt that he could not make use of this means of recuperation. It seemed to him that the island trembled to its base. but the sea was too violent. advanced a few steps. Edmond felt the trembling of the rock beneath which he lay. "I have swum above an hour. between the Island of Lemaire and Cape Croiselle. that resembled nothing so much as a vast fire petrified at the moment of its most fervent combustion. that seemed to rive the remotest heights of heaven. and the tempest . but he heard nothing. but they saw it themselves. He sought to tread water. from time to time a flash of lightning stretched across the heavens like a fiery serpent. Dantes had not been deceived -. Dantes saw a fishing-boat driven rapidly like a spectre before the power of winds and waves. which seemed to him softer than down. and. He fancied for a moment that he had been shot. equally arid. stretched himself on the granite. Dantes cried at the top of his voice to warn them of their danger. and it disappeared in the darkness of the night like a vast seabird.La Mansión del Inglés ." said he. like a vessel at anchor. The men he beheld saw him undoubtedly. and heavy clouds seemed to sweep down towards him. but when the sea became more calm. at the same time he felt a sharp pain in his knee. while a fifth clung to the broken rudder. and yet he felt dizzy in the midst of the warring of the elements and the dazzling brightness of the lightning. At the expiration of an hour Edmond was awakened by the roar of thunder. An overhanging rock offered him a temporary shelter. excited by the feeling of freedom. wetted him with their spray. "Let us see. a quarter of a league distant. He extended his hands. in order to rest himself.mansioningles. the waves. Dantes rose.http://www. dashing themselves against it. "I will swim on until I am worn out. and listened for the report. and scarcely had he availed himself of it when the tempest burst forth in all its fury. in spite of the wind and rain. Above the splintered mast a sail rent to tatters was waving. A second after. Then all was dark again. "Well. but larger. Tiboulen." said he. he saw it again. But what if I were mistaken?" A shudder passed over him. sweet sleep of utter exhaustion. for their cries were carried to his ears by the wind. and swim to Lemaire. He knew that it was barren and without shelter. illumined the darkness. he resolved to plunge into its waves again. Suddenly the sky seemed to him to become still darker and more dense. and drank greedily of the rainwater that had lodged in a hollow of the rock. break moorings. lighting up the clouds that rolled on in vast chaotic waves. I must be close to Tiboulen. The tempest was let loose and beating the atmosphere with its mighty wings. and cries of hour passed. It was the Island of Tiboulen. and then I shall sink. and consequently better adapted for concealment. At the same moment a violent crash was heard. which was. he fell into the deep. Then he put out his hand. suddenly the ropes that still held it gave way. and encountered an obstacle and with another stroke knew that he had gained the shore. Before him rose a grotesque mass of rocks. however.the cries had ceased. if I am not mistaken. he groped about. By its light. Dantes from his rocky perch saw the shattered vessel. during which Dantes. but as the wind is against me. Then. with a fervent prayer of gratitude. approaching with frightful rapidity. but he heard and saw nothing -.

and struck out so as to cut across the course the vessel was taking. and the blue firmament appeared studded with bright stars. the men who cast me into the sea and who must have heard the cry I uttered. Then boats filled with armed soldiers will pursue the wretched fugitive. with the wind dead ahead. should he be unsuccessful in attracting attention. It an instant Dantes' plan was formed. will be questioned. She was coming out of Marseilles harbor. Dantes stood mute and motionless before this majestic spectacle. detected. The cannon will warn every one to refuse shelter to a man wandering about naked and famished. By degrees the wind abated. He turned towards the fortress. perhaps I have not been missed at the fortress. will prefer selling me to doing a good action. "to think that in half an hour I could join her. whilst the governor pursues me by sea. Dantes would have shouted. though almost sure as to what course the vessel would take. However. Soon a red streak became visible in the horizon. The police of Marseilles will be on the alert by land.http://www. but before they . floated at the foot of the crag. Then the tunnel will be discovered. O my God. and was standing out to sea rapidly. and looked at both sea and land. In a few hours my strength will be utterly exhausted. as if he now beheld it for the first time. I can pass as one of the sailors wrecked last night." As Dantes (his eyes turned in the direction of the Chateau d'If) uttered this prayer. she should stand out to sea. besides. to reach the vessel -. and the vessel stood on another tack. My story will be accepted. It was day. I have lost even the knife that saved me. The gloomy building rose from the bosom of the ocean with imposing majesty and seemed to dominate the scene. he saw off the farther point of the Island of Pomegue a small vessel with lateen sail skimming the sea like a gull in search of prey. who are in reality smugglers." thought Dantes. her sharp prow cleaving through the waves. was tacking between the Chateau d'If and the tower of Planier. "In two or three hours." As he spoke. and with his sailor's eye he knew it to be a Genoese tartan. The red cap of one of the sailors hung to a point of the rock and some timbers that had formed part of the vessel's keel. perhaps. the waves whitened. "the turnkey will enter my chamber. the vessel and the swimmer insensibly neared one another. I must wait. find the body of my poor friend. It was then he rejoiced at his precaution in taking the continued to rage.certainly to return to shore. Then he advanced. for there is no one left to contradict me. He rose on the waves. It was about five o'clock.mansioningles. recognize it. had yet watched it anxiously until it tacked and stood towards him. and do for me what I am unable to do for myself." cried Edmond.La Mansión del Inglés . and give the alarm. seek for me in vain. a light played over them. did I not fear being questioned. "I am saved!" murmured he. but he soon saw that she would pass. For an instant he feared lest. he swam to the cap. and gilded their foaming crests with gold. and in one of its tacks the tartan bore down within a quarter of a mile of him. instead of keeping in shore. The sea continued to get calmer. like most vessels bound for Italy. and started. I am hungry. placed it on his head. vast gray clouds rolled towards the west. these men. He soon saw that the vessel. between the islands of Jaros and Calaseraigne. seized one of the timbers. but he knew that the wind would drown his voice. but no one on board saw him. I have suffered enough surely! Have pity on me. making signs of distress. And this conviction restored his strength. Dantes looked toward the spot where the fishing-vessel had been wrecked. and conveyed back to Marseilles! What can I do? What story can I invent? under pretext of trading along the coast. "Oh. and indeed since his captivity in the Chateau d'If he had forgotten that such scenes were ever to be witnessed. I am cold. Dantes. But I cannot ---I am starving. for without it he would have been unable.

at once the pilot and captain.http://www. A convulsive movement again brought him to the surface. My captain is dead. They were rapidly leaving the Chateau d'If behind. "Courage!" The word reached his ear as a wave which he no longer had the strength to surmount passed over his head. whom he recognized as the one who had cried out "Courage!" held a gourd full of rum to his mouth. and he was almost breathless. looked on with that egotistical pity men feel for a misfortune that they have escaped yesterday. Leave me at the first port you make." replied the sailor. his legs lost their flexibility. He rose again to the surface. The two sailors redoubled their efforts. to our Lady of the Grotto not to cut my hair or beard for ten years if I were saved in a moment of danger.mansioningles. The storm of last night overtook us at Cape Morgion. The water passed over his head. struggled with the last desperate effort of a drowning man. and felt himself sinking. anything you please. with your beard six inches. which he now thought to be useless. A sailor was rubbing his limbs with a woollen cloth." said he. "I thank you again." replied Dantes. rowed by two men." "Now what are we to do with you?" said the captain." returned Dantes. As we have said. "I made a vow. and the sky turned gray.La Mansión del Inglés . "Yes." "I almost hesitated. and your hair a foot long. His arms became stiff. At the same time. He had fainted. while the friction of his limbs restored their elasticity. and swam vigorously to meet them. "Who are you?" said the pilot in bad French." "Yes. in bad Italian. uttered a third cry. His first care was to see what course they were taking." said a sailor of a frank and manly appearance. advanced rapidly towards him. and the tartan instantly steered towards him. "you looked more like a brigand than an honest man. he saw they were about to lower the boat. the vessel again changed her course." "Where do you come from?" "From these rocks that I had the good luck to cling to while our captain and the rest of the crew were all lost. I shall be sure to find employment. When he opened his eyes Dantes found himself on the deck of the tartan. An instant after. while the third. but I am a good could meet. "I was lost when one of your sailors caught hold of my hair. and uttering a loud shout peculiar to sailers. I saw your vessel. I have barely escaped. You have saved my life. then he saw and heard nothing." "It was I. but to-day the vow expires. "Alas. He felt himself seized by the hair. Dantes let go of the timber. and we were wrecked on these rocks. By a violent effort he rose half out of the water." "Do you know the Mediterranean?" . and I thank you. for you were sinking." continued Dantes. Dantes was so exhausted that the exclamation of joy he uttered was mistaken for a sigh. This time he was both seen and heard. But he had reckoned too much upon his strength. and one of them cried in Italian. and fearful of being left to perish on the desolate island. as if the fatal cannon shot were again tied to his feet. I swam off on a piece of wreckage to try and intercept your course. an old sailer. We were coming from Syracuse laden with grain." Dantes recollected that his hair and beard had not been cut all the time he was at the Chateau d'If. the boat. waving his cap. and which may overtake them to-morrow. "I am. and then he realized how serviceable the timber had been to him. "a Maltese sailor. another. A few drops of the rum restored suspended animation. he was lying on the deck. "and it was time. though. He shouted again. holding out his hand.

" This order was also executed. then. "That's not fair. And they all looked with astonishment at this man whose eye now disclosed an intelligence and his body a vigor they had not thought him capable of showing. "Now. at least during the voyage." He had not tasted food for forty hours." returned Dantes. "Every one is free to ask what he pleases." "Give me what you give the others." -They obeyed." said the seaman who had saved Dantes." "You know the best harbors?" "There are few ports that I could not enter or leave with a bandage over my "I have sailed over it since my childhood. if you are reasonable. and Jacopo offered him the gourd." said Dantes. Dantes glanced that way as he lifted the gourd to his mouth. obeyed. if you have them." said the captain. Jacopo dived into the hold and soon returned with what Edmond wanted. -"To the sheets. you would do much better to find him a jacket and a pair of trousers. while the pilot looked on. "Where are you going?" asked Dantes. and let us see what you know. "A piece of bread and another glass of the capital rum I tasted." "Take the helm." said Dantes. "But in his present condition he will promise anything. The four seamen. If you do not want me at Leghorn. you can leave me there. "You see." "That's true. Jacopo?" returned the Captain. "Belay. "for you know more than we do. for I have not eaten or drunk for a long time. then paused with hand in mid-air. and take his chance of keeping it afterwards. instead of tacking so frequently. smiling." "What is that to you. do you not sail nearer the wind?" "Because we should run straight on to the Island of Rion. she yet was tolerably obedient. captain. without being a first-rate sailer. "Bravo!" repeated the sailors. twenty fathoms to windward." said Jacopo. and it will be all right. who composed the crew. do you wish for anything else?" said the patron.mansioningles.La Mansión del Inglés ." cried the captain to the steersman." "Well." "I will do more than I promise. quitting the helm. "To Leghorn. "if what he says is true. A piece of bread was brought. "we can agree very well. for my food and the clothes you lend me. "Larboard your helm." "You shall pass it by twenty fathoms." said he. "I only make a remark." "I say." interrupted Dantes." "That is all I want. "I shall be of some use to you. "We shall see." "No. "Haul taut." "Then why. "Bravo!" said the captain. "Hollo! what's the matter at the Chateau d'If?" said the captain. ." The young man took the helm." said the sailor who had cried "Courage!" to Dantes." replied Jacopo. "but I have a shirt and a pair of trousers." "Ah." said the captain doubtingly. and the vessel passed. felt to see if the vessel answered the rudder promptly and seeing that." returned the other. what hinders his staying with us?" "If he says true. and I will pay you out of the first wages I get.http://www. as Dantes had predicted.

" "In what year?" "In what year -. that with every stitch of canvas set was flying before the wind to Leghorn. The sailors looked at one another. who are always seen on the quays of seaports." replied the young man. the worthy master of The Young Amelia (the name of the Genoese tartan) knew a smattering of all the tongues spoken on the shores of that large lake called the Mediterranean. from the Arabic to the Provencal. "I ask you in what year!" "You have forgotten then?" "I got such a fright last night. He was nineteen when he entered the Chateau d'If. I ask you what year is it?" "The year 1829. and this. as they have no visible means of support.http://www. crowned the summit of the bastion of the Chateau d'If. He was very well known to the customs officers of the coast. glad to be relieved. persons always troublesome and frequently indiscreet. for I have made a rare acquisition.mansioningles. smiling. and Villefort the oath of implacable vengeance he had made in his dungeon. But the ." replied Dantes. The captain glanced at him. and the latter by a sign indicated that he might abandon it to his new comrade. the steersman. he had at first thought that Dantes might be an emissary of these industrious guardians of rights and duties. and as there was between these worthies and himself a perpetual battle of wits. so much the better. gave him great facilities of communication. Dantes could thus keep his eyes on Marseilles. Fernand. "that I have almost lost my memory. "if it be. He renewed against Danglars. either with the vessels he met at sea. At first the captain had received Dantes on board with a certain degree of distrust. Then his eyes lighted up with hatred as he thought of the three men who had caused him so long and wretched a captivity. "At any rate. Without having been in the school of the Abbe Faria. At the same moment the faint report of a gun was heard. This oath was no longer a vain menace. "What is this?" asked the captain. Dantes asked to take the helm. who perhaps employed this ingenious means of learning some of the secrets of his trade." replied Dantes. Dantes had not been a day on board before he had a very clear idea of the men with whom his lot had been cast. "What is the day of the month?" asked he of Jacopo. and who live by hidden and mysterious means which we must suppose to be a direct gift of providence. looked at the captain. or with the people without name. ask me in what year?" "Yes. who must believe him dead. who sat down beside A small white cloud. which had attracted Dantes' attention. It is fair to assume that Dantes was on board a smuggler. died away. with the small boats sailing along the coast. while it spared him interpreters. that suspicions. but he had lifted the rum to his lips and was drinking it with so much composure.La Mansión del Inglés . he was thirty-three when he escaped. "A prisoner has escaped from the Chateau d'If. A sorrowful smile passed over his face." Under pretence of being fatigued. It was fourteen years day for day since Dantes' arrest." murmured he. he asked himself what had become of Mercedes." returned Jacopo. or occupation. and they are firing the alarm gun. if the captain had any. Chapter 22 The Smugglers. "The 28th of February. for the fastest sailer in the Mediterranean would have been unable to overtake the little tartan.

the aristocratic beauty of the man of the north. In this state of mutual understanding. and then. smiling face of a young and happy man. he went there to have his beard and hair cut. but this supposition also disappeared like the first. Edmond thus had the advantage of knowing what the owner was. he had any friend left -. was duped by Edmond. When the operation was concluded. and at others rough and almost hoarse. Thus the Genoese. like that of kings. with whom the early paths of life have been smooth. Dantes had entered the Chateau d'If with the round. from being so long in twilight or darkness. Moreover. being naturally of a goodly stature. when the features are encircled with black hair. it must be owned. Here Edmond was to undergo another trial. and from their depths occasionally sparkled gloomy fires of misanthropy and hatred.if. without the owner knowing who he was. sobs. when he saw the light plume of smoke floating above the bastion of the Chateau d'If. His comrades believed that his vow was fulfilled. This made him less uneasy. which he knew as well as Marseilles. To the elegance of a nervous and slight form had succeeded the solidity of a rounded and muscular figure. prayers. he was instantly struck with the idea that he had on board his vessel one whose coming and going. . than if the new-comer had proved to be a customs officer.could recognize him. and his hair reduced to its usual length. he remembered a barber in St. the profound learning he had acquired had besides diffused over his features a refined intellectual expression. when he beheld the perfect tranquillity of his recruit. he asked for a hand-glass. and imprecations had changed it so that at times it was of a singularly penetrating sweetness. pleaded. common to the hyena and the wolf. his complexion. The oval face was lengthened. three-and-thirty years of age. his eyebrows were arched beneath a brow furrowed with thought. and held stoutly to his first story. Moreover. and his fourteen years' imprisonment had produced a great transformation in his appearance. and heard the distant report. so long kept from the sun. and his admirable dissimulation. his eyes were full of melancholy. which gave his head the appearance of one of Titian's portraits. his nautical skill. they extracted nothing more from him. Edmond smiled when he beheld himself: it was impossible that his best friend -. he was to find out whether he could recognize himself. as he had not seen his own face for fourteen skilful manner in which Dantes had handled the lugger had entirely reassured him. had now that pale color which produces. as we have said. they reached Leghorn. and Edmond felt that his chin was completely smooth.http://www. As he had twenty times touched at Leghorn. his smiling mouth had assumed the firm and marked lines which betoken resolution. he could not recognize himself. subtle as he was. that vigor which a frame possesses which has so long concentrated all its force within itself. He was now. and believe nothing but what they should believe. open. and who anticipates a future corresponding with his past. This was now all changed. and was now to find out what the man had become. was accompanied with salutes of artillery. in whose favor his mild demeanor. Ferdinand Street. indeed. He had preserved a tolerably good remembrance of what the youth had been. and however the old sailor and his crew tried to "pump" him. his eyes had acquired the faculty of distinguishing objects in the night.mansioningles. As to his voice. thick and black hair and beard. he gave accurate descriptions of Naples and Malta. At this period it was not the fashion to wear so large a beard and hair so long. and he had also acquired. The Leghorn barber said nothing and went to work. it is possible that the Genoese was one of those shrewd persons who know nothing but what they should know. The barber gazed in amazement at this man with the long.La Mansión del Inglés . now a barber would only be surprised if a man gifted with such advantages should consent voluntarily to deprive himself of them.

the letter of the Cardinal Spada was singularly circumstantial. and now he was free he could wait at least six months or a year for wealth. mounted two small culverins. he had waited fourteen years for his liberty. can throw a four ounce ball a thousand paces or so. who had his own projects.offspring of the brain of the poor Abbe Faria. It was in this costume. Dantes noticed that the captain of The Young Amelia had. but Dantes. The Young Amelia had a very active crew. for he. which Edmond had accepted. he renewed his offers of an engagement to Dantes. and the five boats worked so well that by two o'clock in . Evening came. It was the Island of Monte Cristo. and in the evening saw fires lighted on land. He left Gorgone on his right and La Pianosa on his left. that Edmond reappeared before the captain of the lugger. The Young Amelia left it threequarters of a league to the larboard.La Mansión del Inglés . for a ship's lantern was hung up at the mast-head instead of the streamer. and everything proceeded with the utmost smoothness and politeness. Would he not have accepted liberty without riches if it had been offered to him? Besides. who lost as little time as possible. for he remained alone upon deck. and Dantes repeated it to himself. Dantes had learned how to wait. and went towards the country of Paoli and Napoleon. contraband cottons. The next morning going on deck. The master was to get all this out of Leghorn free of duties. very simple. and Edmond saw the island tinged with the shades of twilight. Attracted by his prepossessing appearance. without arms to defend himself? Besides. and kept on for Corsica. and which he had so often dreamed of in prison. as he always did at an early hour. for he had not forgotten a word. and bringing back to Jacopo the shirt and trousers he had lent him. were not those riches chimerical? -. He had scarcely been a week at Leghorn before the hold of his vessel was filled with printed muslins. continued to behold it last of all. who had made him tell his story over and over again before he could believe him. The next morn broke off the coast of Aleria. and they came to within a gunshot of the shore. and land it on the shores of Corsica. whom he had picked up naked and nearly drowned. as we all know. who was very desirous of retaining amongst his crew a man of Edmond's value. lowered her own shallop into the sea. what would the sailors say? What would the patron think? He must wait. which. without making much The master of The Young Amelia. and a cap. in acknowledgement of the compliment. But then what could he do without instruments to discover his treasure. But on this occasion the precaution was superfluous. the position of these was no doubt a signal for landing. from one end to the other. and consisting of white trousers. would not agree for a longer time than three months. which the rising sun tinged with rosy light. or recognize in the neat and trim sailor the man with thick and matted beard. the patron found Dantes leaning against the bulwarks gazing with intense earnestness at a pile of granite rocks. that he had only to leap into the sea and in half an hour be at the promised land. Edmond was again cleaving the azure sea which had been the first horizon of his youth. very obedient to their captain. Dantes thought. all day they coasted. had they not died with him? It is true.a garb. as they passed so closely to the island whose name was so interesting to him. and body soaking in seabrine.http://www. as he neared the land. Fortunately. and tobacco on which the excise had forgotten to put its mark. English powder. where certain speculators undertook to forward the cargo to France. hair tangled with seaweed. a striped shirt. which. They sailed. and then disappear in the darkness from all eyes but his own. with vision accustomed to the gloom of a prison. His next care on leaving the barber's who had achieved his first metamorphosis was to enter a shop and buy a complete sailor's suit -. had offered to advance him funds out of his future profits. no doubt. Four shallops came off with very little noise alongside the lugger.

There they had a bit of a skirmish in getting rid of the duties. Dantes was almost glad of this affray. required no care but the hand of the helmsman. and offered him in return for his attention a share of his prize-money. moreover. And from this time the kindness which Edmond showed him was enough for the brave seaman. Edmond then resolved to try Jacopo. But this sufficed for Jacopo. thanks to the favorable winds that swelled her sails. looked upon the customs officer wounded to death. Then in the long days on board ship. the profits were divided. who had nothing to expect from his comrade but the inheritance of his share of the prize-money. "Who knows? You may one day be the captain of a vessel. and with certain herbs gathered at certain seasons. and almost pleased at being the morning all the cargo was out of The Young Amelia and on terra firma. where they intended to take in a cargo. gliding on with security over the azure sea. and Edmond had become as skilful a coaster as he had been a hardy seaman. Bonaparte. the excise was. But the voyage was not ended. seeing him fall. such a man of regularity was the patron of The Young Amelia. They turned the bowsprit towards Sardinia. whether from heat of blood produced by the encounter. and with what endurance he could bear suffering. and rushing towards him raised him up.mansioningles. the wound soon closed. "Pain. with a chart in his hand. Two months and a half elapsed in these trips. had believed him killed. and sold to the smugglers by the old Sardinian women. and learned all the Masonic signs by which these half pirates recognize each other. or the chill of human sentiment. "What is the use of teaching all these things to a poor sailor like me?" Edmond replied. A customs officer was laid low. and was moving towards the end he wished to achieve. and each man had a hundred Tuscan livres. his heart was in a fair way of petrifying in his bosom. for they were rude lessons which taught him with what eye he could view danger. and two sailors wounded. who instinctively felt that Edmond had a right to superiority of position -. The Young Amelia was in luck. thou art not an evil. Fortunately. This new cargo was destined for the coast of the Duchy of Lucca. a ball having touched him in the left shoulder. and consisted almost entirely of Havana cigars. He had passed and re-passed his Island of Monte Cristo twenty times. The same night. neither was it so wicked as Dantes thought it. sherry. As a result of the sympathetic devotion which Jacopo had from the first bestowed on Edmond. Your fellow-countryman. He then formed a . This world was not then so good as Doctor Pangloss believed it. the latter was moved to a certain degree of affection. which was to replace what had been discharged. since this man. and taught him to read in that vast book opened over our heads which they call heaven. as the poor Abbe Faria had been his tutor. manifested so much sorrow when he saw him fall.a superiority which Edmond had concealed from all others. And when Jacopo inquired of him. explained to him the variations of the compass. as we have said. he had formed an acquaintance with all the smugglers on the coast." We had forgotten to say that Jacopo was a Corsican. became the instructor of Jacopo. became emperor. The second operation was as successful as the first. and then attended to him with all the kindness of a devoted comrade. and where God writes in azure with letters of diamonds.La Mansión del Inglés . and Malaga wines. in truth. but Jacopo refused it indignantly. Edmond. Edmond was only wounded. but not once had he found an opportunity of landing there. Jacopo. this sight had made but slight impression upon him. Dantes was one of the latter. He had contemplated danger with a smile." He had. the everlasting enemy of the patron of The Young Amelia. and. when the vessel. He pointed out to him the bearings of the coast. or about eighty francs. Dantes was on the way he desired to follow. and when wounded had exclaimed with the great philosopher.http://www.

as subterranean waters filter in their caves. and orders were given to get under weigh next night. by one of the unexpected strokes of fortune which sometimes befall those who have for a long time been the victims of an evil destiny. classes of mankind which we in modern times have separated if not made distinct. and took a turn around the smoky tavern. not perhaps entirely at liberty. he rose to conceal his emotion. wind and weather permitting. At the mention of Monte Cristo Dantes started with joy. If he closed his eyes. Already Dantes had visited this maritime Bourse two or three times. Dantes was about to secure the opportunity he wished for. where all the languages of the known world were jumbled in a lingua franca. for he would be doubtless watched by those who accompanied him. by simple and natural means. filled his pockets with the . and in its progress visions good and evil passed through Dantes' mind. the god of merchants and robbers. took him by the arm one evening and led him to a tavern on the Via del' Oglio. seemed to have been placed in the midst of the ocean since the time of the heathen Olympus by Mercury. where the leading smugglers of Leghorn used to congregate and discuss affairs connected with their trade. Prison had made Edmond prudent. but which antiquity appears to have included in the same category. Pearls fell drop by drop. amazed.http://www. One night more and he would be on his way. This time it was a great matter that was under discussion. he saw Cardinal Spada's letter written on the wall in characters of flame -. Dantes was tossed about on these doubts and wishes. and cashmeres. at length. He ascended into grottos paved with emeralds.mansioningles. was of opinion that the island afforded every possible security. and. wonderstruck. Edmond. The night was one of feverish distraction. If the venture was successful the profit would be enormous.if he slept for a moment the wildest dreams haunted his brain. and he was desirous of running no risk whatever. Chapter 23 The Island of Monte Cristo. being consulted. As soon as his engagement with the patron of The Young Amelia ended. and then to try and land these goods on the coast of France.La Mansión del Inglés . when the patron. and seeing all these hardy free-traders. and that great enterprises to be well done should be done quickly. which being completely deserted. Thus. he had asked himself what power might not that man attain who should give the impulse of his will to all these contrary and diverging resolution. to make the neutral island by the following day. Then he would be free to make his researches. and was very desirous of retaining him in his service. But in this world we must risk something. The patron of The Young Amelia proposed as a place of landing the Island of Monte Cristo. and the roof glowing with diamond stalactites. and land on the island without incurring any suspicion. fertile as it was. Edmond. stuffs of the Levant. But in vain did he rack his imagination. Nothing then was altered in the plan. he would hire a small vessel on his own account -. who supplied the whole coast for nearly two hundred leagues in extent.and under some pretext land at the Island of Monte Cristo. with panels of rubies.for in his several voyages he had amassed a hundred piastres -. connected with a vessel laden with Turkey carpets. It was necessary to find some neutral ground on which an exchange could be made. who had great confidence in him. he could not devise any plan for reaching the island without companionship. and having neither soldiers nor revenue officers. it had been decided that they should touch at Monte Cristo and set out on the following night. When he again joined the two persons who had been discussing the matter. there would be a gain of fifty or sixty piastres each for the crew.

but at eleven o'clock the moon rose in the midst of the ocean. and had again reverted to the genii from whom for a moment he had hoped to carry it radiant gems and then returned to daylight. and at ten minutes past seven they doubled the lighthouse just as the beacon was kindled. Dantes told them that all hands might turn in. The old patron did not interfere. with a fresh breeze from the south-east. experience the anguish which Edmond felt in his paroxysms of hope. each of which is a world. and all went to their bunks contentedly. They were making nearly ten knots an hour. They were just abreast of Mareciana. and. This frequently happened.La Mansión del Inglés . as he knew that he should shorten his course by two or three knots. He was the first to jump on shore. In spite of his usual command over himself. Dantes ordered the helmsman to put down his helm. for he too had recognized the superiority of Dantes over the crew and himself. and the silence animated by his anticipations. he could not close his eyes for a moment. and as his orders were always clear. then that of a ship floating in isolation on the sea during the obscurity of the night. and what solitude is more complete. and regretted that he had not a daughter. from the brightest pink to the deepest blue. his brow darkened. Night came. the night lighted up by his illusions. but. and at ten o'clock they anchored. Two hours afterwards he came on deck. and was almost as feverish as the night had been. He had by degrees assumed such authority over his companions that he was almost like a commander on board. The Young Amelia was first at the rendezvous. Night came. Edmond resigned the lugger to the master's care. and a mist passed over his eyes. frequently experienced an imperious desire for solitude. or more poetical. and had he dared. Edmond gazed very earnestly at the mass of rocks which gave out all the variety of twilight colors. they sailed beneath a bright blue sky. in spite of a sleepless night. and in vain did he tax his memory for the magic and mysterious word which opened the splendid caverns of Ali Baba to the Arabian fisherman. and with it the preparation for departure. and beyond the flat but verdant Island of La Pianosa. that he might have bound Edmond to him by a more secure alliance. have "kissed his mother earth. the treasure disappeared. and went and lay down in his hammock. when be discovered that his prizes had all changed into common pebbles. and Dantes was then enabled to arrange a plan which had hitherto been vague and unsettled in his brain. it was sufficient. The sea was calm. whose every . and every sail full with the breeze. The day came at length. All was useless. Never did gamester. owing to that clearness of the atmosphere peculiar to the light which the rays of the sun cast at its setting. as the boat was about to double the Island of Elba. in the silence of immensity. At seven o'clock in the evening all was ready. cast from solitude into the world. and easy of execution. When the Maltese (for so they called Dantes) had said this. About five o'clock in the evening the island was distinct. and everything on it was plainly perceptible.mansioningles. The Island of Monte Cristo loomed large in the horizon. and now the path became a labyrinth. but it brought reason to the aid of imagination.http://www. but they had suddenly receded. The peak of Monte Cristo reddened by the burning sun. his comrades obeyed him with celerity and pleasure. Dantes. distinct. Dantes could not restrain his impetuosity. and he would take the helm. and then the entrance vanished. he would. When the patron awoke. was seen against the azure sky." It was dark. like Lucius Brutus. in order to leave La Pianosa to starboard. the vessel was hurrying on with every sail set. in which God also lighted up in turn his beacon lights. and under the eye of heaven? Now this solitude was peopled with his thoughts. He saw in the young man his natural successor. He then endeavored to re-enter the marvellous grottos. and these preparations served to conceal Dantes' agitation. and from time to time his cheeks flushed. whose whole fortune is staked on one cast of the die.

Dantes declared his intention to go and kill some of the wild goats that were seen springing from rock to rock. whom Jacopo had rejoined. however. as regarded this circumstance at least. and waste this treasure in some city with the pride of sultans and the insolence of nabobs. Edmond looked at them for a moment with the sad and gentle smile of a man superior to his fellows. no!" exclaimed Edmond. or a desire for solitude. and Dantes did not oppose this. he almost feared that he had already said too much. Then the landing began. and then.La Mansión del Inglés . having killed a kid. and when ready to let him know by firing a gun. Scarcely. Besides.mansioningles. his minute observations and evident pre-occupation. a signal made half a league out at sea. for the sake of greater security. but never touched at it. are there no grottos at Monte Cristo?" he asked." "I do not know of any grottos. had they gone a quarter of a league when. and cast anchor within a cable's length of shore. The wise. to go and risk their lives again by endeavoring to gain fifty more. looking from time to time behind and around about him. then. Fortunately. As to Dantes." For a moment Dantes was speechless. indicated that the moment for business had come. Yet perchance to-morrow deception will so act on me. No one had the slightest suspicion. but. and who were all busy preparing the repast which Edmond's skill as a marksman had augmented with a capital dish. his companions. was the bill of fare. Jacopo insisted on following him. with a single word. "these persons will depart richer by fifty piastres each. Dantes went on. "What. "that will not be. it were better to . and by his restlessness and continual questions." said he. It was useless to search at night. he begged Jacopo to take it to his comrades. unerring Faria could not be mistaken in this one thing." played in floods of pale light on the rocky hills of this second Pelion. that I shall. his painful past gave to his countenance an indelible sadness. "ascending high. "Why. Having reached the summit of a rock. and to which The Young Amelia replied by a similar signal. on compulsion. he saw. and Dantes therefore delayed all investigation until the morning. He questioned Jacopo. as he worked. assured by the answering signal that all was well." replied Jacopo. his wish was construed into a love of sport. This and some dried fruits and a flask of Monte Pulciano. the grottos -. white and silent as a phantom. he had passed it on his voyage to and from the Levant. if he gave utterance to the one unchanging thought that pervaded his heart. and request them to cook it. which seem to me was one of her regular haunts. The island was familiar to the crew of The Young Amelia. powder. However. and the glimmerings of gayety seen beneath this cloud were indeed but transitory. a thousand feet beneath him. taking a fowling-piece. "Where shall we pass the night?" he inquired. then they will return with a fortune of six hundred francs. fearing if he did so that he might incur distrust. Dantes reflected. and shot. and when next day. "In two hours' time. to discover the hidden entrance. The cold sweat sprang forth on Dantes' brow. on board the tartan. soon came in sight. "None. "Should we not do better in the grottos?" "What grottos?" "Why. aroused suspicions. At this moment hope makes me despise their riches. The point was. consider such a contemptible possession as the utmost happiness. far from disclosing this precious secret. or even stopped up. by Cardinal Spada. The boat that now arrived.caves of the island. on the shout of joy which.http://www. Oh. then he remembered that these caves might have been filled up by some wave she silvered. -. Besides. he could evoke from all these men." replied the sailor.

As for himself. Edmond opened his eyes. and which.La Mansión del Inglés . Dantes approached the spot where he supposed the grottos must have existed. which he could not foresee would have been so complete. as it invests all things of the mind with forgetfulness. was the only spot to which they seemed to lead. which encrusts all physical substances with its mossy mantle. So Edmond had to separate the branches or brush away the moss to know where the guide-marks die than to continue to lead this low and wretched life. with heavy groans. . in order that they might serve as a guide for his nephew in the event of a catastrophe. He had rolled down a declivity of twelve or fifteen feet. who but three months before had no desire but liberty had now not liberty enough. he declared. The sportsman instantly changed his direction. to Edmond. Keeping along the shore. or beneath parasitical lichen. They poured a little rum down his throat. might not these betraying marks have attracted other eyes than those for whom they were made? and had the dark and wondrous island indeed faithfully guarded its precious secret? It seemed. who was hidden from his comrades by the inequalities of the ground. following a path worn by a torrent. seemed to have respected these signs." Thus Dantes. should have their meal. on certain rocks. Edmond's foot slipped. which apparently had been made with some degree of regularity. by a cleft between two walls of rock. but he insisted that his comrades. he declared that he had only need of a little rest. An hour afterwards they returned. and panted for wealth. Meanwhile his comrades had prepared the repast. Meanwhile. Edmond concluded that perhaps instead of having reached the end of the route he had only explored its beginning. The sailors did not require much urging. The sight of marks renewed Edmond fondest hopes. and probably with a definite purpose. But even while they watched his daring progress. marks made by the hand of man.http://www. They wished to carry him to the shore. All that Edmond had been able to do was to drag himself about a dozen paces forward to lean against a moss-grown rock. He found Edmond lying prone. but when they touched him. which spread into large bushes laden with blossoms. complained of great pain in his knee. while limiting the power of man. Might it not have been the cardinal himself who had first traced them. They were hungry. bleeding. They all rushed towards him. and the smell of the roasted kid was very savory.mansioningles. Only. placed solidly on its base. has filled him with boundless desires. and that when they returned he should be easier. had got some water from a spring. yet Jacopo reached him first. Just at the moment when they were taking the dainty animal from the spit. he thought he could trace. and cooked the kid. who. who had not his reasons for fasting. and almost senseless. nor did they terminate at any grotto. and he therefore turned round and retraced his steps. in all human probability. and severe pains in his loins. and they saw him stagger on the edge of a rock and disappear. for all loved Edmond in spite of his superiority. and your tars are not very ceremonious. Occasionally the marks were hidden under tufts of myrtle. however. and this remedy which had before been so beneficial to him. although under Jacopo's directions. they saw Edmond springing with the boldness of a chamois from rock to rock. produced the same effect as formerly. The cause was not in Dantes. and ran quickly towards them. human foot had never before trod. but in providence. and they fired the signal agreed upon. and examining the smallest object with serious attention. that at sixty paces from the harbor the marks ceased. spread out the fruit and bread. Time. a feeling of heaviness in his head. that he could not bear to be moved. This solitary place was precisely suited to the requirements of a man desirous of burying treasure. A large round rock. It may be supposed that Dantes did not now think of his dinner.

when they had disappeared. and we must not leave him. it shall never be said that we deserted a good comrade like you. it was impossible for the wounded man to see her any longer from the spot where he was. and I hope I shall find among the rocks certain herbs most excellent for bruises. no. to kill the kids or defend myself at need. urged Dantes to try and rise." "Go. powder. there's one way of settling this. who was obliged to sail in the morning in order to land his cargo on the frontiers of Piedmont and France. "to remain with me?" "Yes. weigh anchor. "No. "I was awkward. "Listen." Dantes declared. "and then we must run out of our course to come here and take you up again. at least." The patron shook his head. "than suffer the inexpressible agonies which the slightest movement causes me." "Why." said Jacopo. Then. he squeezed Jacopo's hand warmly." The patron turned towards his vessel. and each time making signs of a cordial farewell. "I would rather do so.La Mansión del Inglés ." A peculiar smile passed over Dantes' lips. and yet we cannot stay. but at each effort he fell back. -"'Tis strange that it should be among such men that we find proofs of friendship and devotion. "He has broken his ribs. but not without turning about several times. although.http://www. however. "and heaven will recompense you for your generous intentions. moaning and turning pale. would be ready for sea when her toilet should be completed. and a pickaxe. and thence he saw the tartan complete her preparations for sailing. Captain Baldi." This very much astonished the sailors." replied Edmond." said Edmond. "We shall be absent at least a week. If you do not come across one. "Well. "No matter." said the patron. as if he could not move the rest of his body. a gun. Dantes' pains appeared to increase in violence. . desire them to come here to me. to which Edmond replied with his hand only. The patron was so strict that this was the first time they had ever seen him give up an enterprise. Dantes would not allow that any such infraction of regular and proper rules should be made in his favor." "And give up your share of the venture. The smugglers left with Edmond what he had requested and set sail. that I may build a shelter if you delay in coming back for me. instead of growing easier. in a low voice. and. from which he had a full view of the sea. and I will stay and take care of the wounded man." said the patron. I will pay twenty-five piastres for my passage back to Leghorn. Maltese?" asked the captain. "and without any hesitation.and remain alone. and it is just that I pay the penalty of my clumsiness. Edmond made great exertions in order to comply. with sails partly set. "Do you go." said the patron. "let what may happen. A day or two of rest will set me up." said Dantes.mansioningles." he said to the patron. At the end of an hour she was completely out of sight. Leave me a small supply of biscuit." "But you'll die of hunger. set sail. he said with a smile. that he would rather die where he was than undergo the agony which the slightest movement cost him. "We cannot leave you here so. but nothing could shake his determination to remain -. balancing herself as gracefully as a water-fowl ere it takes to the wing." said Jacopo. return for me. not one opposed it. "What are we to do. and balls. or even delay in its execution. between Nice and Frejus." Then he dragged himself cautiously to the top of a rock. "if in two or three days you hail any fishing-boat." said the commander. but I do not wish any one to stay with me. We will not go till evening. which was rolling on the swell in the little harbor. We will try and carry him on board the tartan. go!" exclaimed Dantes. he is an excellent fellow." was Edmond But. The old patron." "You are a good fellow and a kind-hearted messmate. and.

and the rock had slid along this until it stopped at the spot it now Then Dantes rose more agile and light than the kid among the myrtles and shrubs of these wild rocks. and covered it with a fringe of foam. One thing only perplexed Edmond. Then he descended with cautious and slow step. Instead of raising it. He felt an indescribable sensation somewhat akin to dread -that dread of the daylight which even in the desert makes us fear we are watched and observed. took his gun in one hand." he exclaimed. have been lifted to this spot. the island was inhabited. which would be perfectly concealed from observation.La Mansión del Inglés . and Leghorn the commercial. which Faria had related to him. In a word. was about to round the Island of Corsica. A large stone had served as a wedge. yet Edmond felt himself alone. which weighed several tons. with its historical associations. his pickaxe in the other. guided by the hand of God. in the hands of the Abbe Faria. He soon perceived that a slope had been formed. had entered the creek. and deep in the centre. And he sprang from the rock in order to inspect the base on which it had formerly stood. and he had noticed that they led to a small creek. He then looked at the objects near him. had traced the marks along the rocks. chirped with a monotonous and dull note. or on Sardinia. hidden in the bushes. he stopped. and hastened towards the rock on which the marks he had noted terminated. so as to conceal the orifice. But it was not upon Corsica. This feeling was so strong that at the moment when Edmond was about to begin his labor.mansioningles. Then following the clew that. and his scorching rays fell full on the rocks. This creek was sufficiently wide at its mouth.a statue on this vast pedestal of granite. or upon the almost imperceptible line that to the experienced eye of a sailor alone revealed the coast of Genoa the proud. anxious not to be watched. nothing human appearing in sight. this . that he gazed. remembering the tale of the Arabian fisherman. without the aid of many men? Suddenly an idea flashed across his mind. open sesame!" Chapter 24 The Secret Cave. that Edmond fixed his eyes. The sun had nearly reached the meridian. he thought that the Cardinal Spada. "And now. and at the end of it had buried his treasure. laid down his pickaxe. they have lowered it. mounted to the summit of the highest rock. He saw that he was on the highest point of the island. the leaves of the myrtle and olive trees waved and rustled in the wind. Dantes. while the blue ocean beat against the base of the island. At every step that Edmond took he disturbed the lizards glittering with the hues of the emerald. had been so skilfully used to guide him through the Daedalian labyrinth of probabilities. How could this rock. The first was just disappearing in the straits of Bonifacio. concealed his little barque. which seemed themselves sensible of the heat. for he dreaded lest an accident similar to that he had so adroitly feigned should happen in reality. the other. and from thence gazed round in every direction. which was hidden like the bath of some ancient nymph.http://www. seized his gun. afar off he saw the wild goats bounding from crag to crag. as we have said. It was this idea that had brought Dantes back to the circular rock. following an opposite direction. thought he. "now. It was at the brigantine that had left in the morning. flints and pebbles had been inserted around it. Thousands of grasshoppers. the very houses of which he could distinguish. or on the Island of Elba. -. This sight reassured him. followed the line marked by the notches in the rock. to admit of the entrance of a small vessel of the lugger class. and the tartan that had just set sail. and destroyed his theory.

cemented by the hand of time. hesitated. or fancied he detected. dug a mine between the upper rock and the one that supported it. would be the use of all I have suffered? The heart breaks when. leaned towards the sea. and used it as a species of masonry had been covered with earth. Dantes uttered a cry of joy and surprise. Dantes turned pale. Dantes. to be moved by any one man. like the guardian demon of the treasure. were he Hercules himself. rolled over. and within twenty paces. "be a man. the ingenious artifice. his eyes fixed on the gloomy aperture that was open at his feet. and. But the rock was too heavy. I must not be cast down by the discovery that I have been deceived. He smiled. and saw the horn full of powder which his friend Jacopo had left him. Borgia has been here. pursued them as I have done." He remained motionless and pensive. Caesar Borgia. and disclosed steps that descended until they were lost in the obscurity of a subterraneous grotto. This feeling lasted but for a moment. Dantes redoubled his efforts. tottered on its base. after having been elated by flattering hopes. and reflected. I am accustomed to adversity. "Come. after the manner of a labor-saving pioneer. and detected. What. myrtle-bushes had taken root. already shaken by the explosion. filled it with powder. yes. the infernal invention would serve him for this purpose. The rock. and descending before me. and a huge snake.http://www. and his sight became so dim. the upper rock was lifted from its base by the terrific force of the powder. a sword in the other. or if he did. a torch in one band. the flag-stone yielded.mansioningles. but his knees trembled. and grass and weeds had grown there. Dantes approached the upper rock. the intrepid adventurer. never had a first attempt been crowned with more perfect success. the lower one flew into pieces. now that I no longer entertain the slightest hopes. rolled himself along in darkening coils. has left me nothing. The intrepid treasure-seeker walked round it. inserted it in the hole. selecting the spot from whence it appeared most susceptible to attack. and too firmly wedged. with his pickaxe. With the aid of his pickaxe. exposing an iron ring let into a square flag-stone. Dantes went and cut the strongest olive-tree he could find. the stealthy and indefatigable plunderer. Edmond inserted his lever in the ring and exerted all his strength. the Cardinal Spada buried no treasure here. Any one else would have rushed on with a cry of joy. Yes. The rock yielded. "Yes. has followed him. "Now that I expect nothing. then made a match by rolling his handkerchief in saltpetre. which now. He attacked this wall. and strained every nerve to move the mass. On the spot it had occupied was a circular space. He lighted it and retired. After ten minutes' labor the wall gave way. bounded from point to point. it sees all its illusions destroyed. thousands of insects escaped from the aperture Dantes had previously formed.La Mansión del Inglés . and disappeared. and a hole large enough to insert the arm was opened. at the foot of . placed his lever in one of the crevices. stripped off its branches. This fabulous event formed but a link in a long chain of marvels. and his heart beat so violently. discovered his traces. without any support. moss had clung to the stones. the end of this adventure becomes simply a matter of curiosity. perhaps he never came here. and finally disappeared in the ocean. The explosion soon followed. raised the stone. Faria has dreamed this. But how? He cast his eyes around." said he to himself. Dantes dug away the earth carefully. he seemed like one of the ancient Titans. this is an adventure worthy a place in the varied career of that royal bandit. Dantes saw that he must attack the wedge. that he was forced to pause. then. who uprooted the mountains to hurl against the father of the gods. and the old rock seemed fixed to the earth. He would fain have continued." And he remained again motionless and thoughtful.

in all probability. instead of giving him fresh strength. pieces of stucco similar to that used in the ground work of arabesques broke off. and with greater force. knew the value of time. "The fate. he hastily swallowed a few drops of rum." Then he descended. the pickaxe descended. he examined the stones. exposing a large white stone. afar off. and sounded one part of the wall where he fancied the opening existed. which entered someway between the interstices. he. But by some strange play of emotion." replied he. The aperture of the rock had been closed with stones. deprived him of it. had not been deceived became stronger. It was there he must dig. he sounded all the other walls with his pickaxe. He again struck it." "But what was the fate of the guards who thus possessed his secret?" asked Dantes of himself. and the good abbe. but by the interstices and crevices of the rock which were visible from without. entered. saw that there. "Perhaps!" But instead of the darkness. Then a singular thing occurred. and murmuring that last word of human philosophy. but he thought not of hunger at such a moment. perhaps two guards kept watch on land and sea. has indulged in fallacious hopes. Dantes' eye. alleging to himself." said the cardinal's will. and again entered the cavern. "he would have found the treasure. and. not merely by the aperture he had just formed. Dantes struck with the sharp end of his pickaxe. and the thick and mephitic atmosphere he had expected to find.http://www. which he knew by heart. the atmosphere of which was rather warm than damp. smiling. and Borgia. The pickaxe struck for a moment with a dull sound that drew out of Dantes' forehead large drops of perspiration. dispelling the darkness before his awe-inspiring progress. and with the quickness of perception that no one but a prisoner possesses." said Edmond. but in reality because he felt that he was about to faint. Dantes had tasted nothing. he eagerly advanced. "these are the treasures the cardinal has left. "In the farthest angle of the second opening. seeing in a dream these glittering this rock. the opening must be. This last proof. he placed it on the ground. and painted to imitate granite. and a feeling of discouragement stole over him. could pierce even to the remotest angles of the cavern. returned to that part of the wall whence issued the consoling sound he had before heard.mansioningles. while their master descended. knew too well the value of time to waste it in replacing this rock. and the tendrils of the creepers that grew from the rocks. in proportion as the proofs that Faria. and the sun seemed to cover it with its fiery glance. as I am about to descend. habituated as it was to darkness. and fell to the ground in flakes. The island was deserted. After having stood a few minutes in the cavern. "Alas. in order to avoid fruitless toil. which. He had only found the first grotto. as an excuse. he who compared Italy to an artichoke. "of those who buried Alaric. like Caesar Borgia. a smile on his lips. He reflected that this second grotto must penetrate deeper into the island. a few small fishing boats studded the bosom of the blue ocean. which was of granite that sparkled like diamonds. and through which he could distinguish the blue sky and the waving branches of the evergreen oaks. and finding nothing that appeared suspicious. then this stucco had been applied. The pickaxe that had . smiling. a desire to be assured that no one was watching him. As he struck the wall. Dantes saw a dim and bluish light. masked for precaution's sake. However. passed his hand over his brow. I will go down. Dantes continued his search. so did his heart give way. he had now to seek the second." thought Dantes. At last it seemed to him that one part of the wall gave forth a more hollow and deeper echo.La Mansión del Inglés . as well as the air. which he could devour leaf by leaf." "Yet. had he come." But he called to mind the words of the will. struck the earth with the butt of his gun. and remounted the stairs. or rather fell.

he cocked his gun and laid it beside him. The treasure. was now like a feather in his grasp. He had nothing more to do now. and descended with this torch. He glanced around this second grotto. At last. but Dantes feared lest the report of his gun should attract attention. in the middle of the lid he saw engraved on a silver plate. He sought to open it. if it existed. with the aid of the torch. Dantes seized his gun. and he saw successively the lock. He again struck his pickaxe into the earth. and covered with stucco. This would have been a favorable occasion to secure his dinner. He planted his torch in the ground and resumed his labor. He approached the hole he had dug. He waited in order to allow pure air to displace the foul atmosphere. burst open the fastenings. cut a branch of a resinous tree. But to Dantes' eye there was no darkness. and the chest was open. lighted it at the fire at which the smugglers had prepared their seemed so heavy. the air that could only enter by the newly formed opening had the mephitic smell Dantes was surprised not to find in the outer cavern. attacked the ground with the pickaxe. The second grotto was lower and more gloomy than the first. still holding in their grasp fragments of the wood." thought he. He wished to see everything. he could still cling to hope. after renewed hesitation..http://www. In an instant he had cleared every obstacle away. he inserted the point of his pickaxe. He then closed his eyes as children do in order that they may see in the resplendent night of their own imagination more stars than are visible in the firmament. placed between two padlocks. but not the same sound. After several blows he perceived that the stones were not cemented. and pressing with all his force on the handle. when art rendered the commonest metals precious. and surmounted by a cardinal's hat. Had Dantes found nothing he could not have become more ghastly pale. In an instant a space three feet long by two feet broad was cleared. At the fifth or sixth blow the pickaxe struck against an iron substance. and the two handles at each end. At the left of the opening was a dark and deep angle. A wild goat had passed before the mouth of the cave. with joy soon saw the stone turn as if on hinges. like the first. Dantes entered the second grotto.mansioningles. bound with cut steel. At this moment a shadow passed rapidly before the opening. and fall at his feet. . all carved as things were carved at that epoch. but had been merely placed one upon the other. and using the handle as a lever. never did alarm-bell. two feet of earth removed. and retard the certainty of deception. saw that his pickaxe had in reality struck against iron and wood. The hinges yielded in their turn and fell. and now. There was no longer any doubt: the treasure was there -. he seized it. it was. He thought a moment. Never did funeral knell. and Dantes could see an oaken coffer. pale. but by waiting. one would have been at such pains to conceal an empty casket. a sword. and was feeding at a little distance. and attacked the wall. it was impossible. on an oval shield. produce a greater effect on the hearer. and encountered the same resistance. "It is a casket of wood bound with iron. Dantes easily recognized them. and summoning all his resolution. Faria had so often drawn them for him.La Mansión del Inglés . but with the iron tooth of the pickaxe to draw the stones towards him one by one. which was still untarnished. He advanced towards the angle. lock and padlock were fastened. Dantes seized the handles. these faithful guardians seemed unwilling to surrender their trust. and mounted the stair. The time had at length arrived. like all the Italian armorial bearings. Edmond was seized with vertigo. the arms of the Spada family -. was buried in this corner. and Dantes' fate would be decided. and strove to lift the coffer. Dantes inserted the sharp end of the pickaxe between the coffer and the lid. and then went on. sprang through the opening. The aperture was already sufficiently large for him to enter.viz. then he re-opened them.

examined these treasures. And he measured ten double handfuls of pearls. but it wore the same wild. then. In the first. barren aspect when seen by the rays of the morning sun which it had done when surveyed by the fading glimmer of eve. clasping his hands convulsively. and rubies. these unheard-of treasures! was he awake. and. and he snatched a few hours' sleep.alone with these countless. terrifying the wild goats and scaring the sea-fowls with his wild cries and gestures. felt. and strained his view to catch every peculiarity of the landscape. A piece of biscuit and a small quantity of rum formed his supper. were valuable beyond their intrinsic worth. each worth about eighty francs of our money. and he saw that the complement was not half empty. To wait at Monte Cristo for the purpose of watching like a dragon over the almost incalculable richs that had thus fallen into his possession satisfied not the cravings of his heart. into which he deftly inserted rapidly growing plants. mounted by the most famous workmen. sprinkled fresh sand over the spot from which it had been taken. he leaped on a rock. and his predecessors. diamonds. left it. then carefully watering these new plantations. He then set himself to work to count his fortune. and found himself before this mine of gold and jewels. which. still unable to believe the evidence of his senses. lying over the mouth of the cave.mansioningles. he impatiently awaited the return of his companions. Dantes saw the light gradually disappear. and yet he had not strength enough. and bearing the effigies of Alexander and stood motionless with amazement. This done. Again he climbed the rocky height he had ascended the previous evening. filling the interstices with earth. Edmond grasped handfuls of diamonds. as they fell on one another. such as this man of stupendous emotions had already experienced twice or thrice in his lifetime. He was alone -. blazed piles of golden coin. many of which. his gun in his hand. and then carefully trod down the earth to give it everywhere a uniform appearance. Edmond rushed through the caverns like a man seized with frenzy. and fearing to be surprised in the cavern. Day.La Mansión del Inglés . uttered a prayer intelligible to God alone. Chapter 25 The Unknown. which possessed nothing attractive save their value. for only now did he begin to realize his felicity. This time he fell on his knees. he replaced the stone. from whence he could behold the sea. filled his pockets with gems. he scrupulously effaced every trace of footsteps. then he piled up twenty-five thousand crowns. he lifted the stone. pearls. leaving the approach to the cavern as savage-looking and untrodden as he had found it. in the third. put the box together as well and securely as he could. heaping on it broken masses of rocks and rough fragments of crumbling granite. It was a night of joy and terror. Descending into the grotto. for which Dantes had so eagerly and impatiently waited with open eyes. which yearned to return to dwell among mankind. He soon became calmer and more happy. There were a thousand ingots of gold. Three compartments divided the coffer. again dawned. rushed into the grotto. and then rushed madly about the rocks of Monte Cristo. sounded like hail against glass. such as the wild myrtle and flowering thorn. and to assume . in the second. With the first light Dantes resumed his search. or was it but a dream? He would fain have gazed upon his gold. for an instant he leaned his head in his hands as if to prevent his senses from leaving him. and. quitting the grotto. After having touched. and other gems. were ranged bars of unpolished gold.http://www. then he returned. each weighing from two to three pounds.

not suffering the faintest indication of a smile to escape him at the enumeration of all the benefits he would have reaped had he been able to quit the island. To this question the smugglers replied that. but that on his arrival at Leghorn he had come into possession of a large fortune. Arrived at Leghorn. that he might provide himself with a suitable crew and other requisites for his outfit. the smugglers returned. but having been told the history of the legacy. Dantes proceeded to make his final adieus on board The Young Amelia. he repaired to the house of a Jew. and dragging himself with affected difficulty towards the landing-place. At the moment of his arrival a .La Mansión del Inglés . while the crew. Having seen Jacopo fairly out of the harbor. Dantes took leave of the captain. The superior education of Dantes gave an air of such extreme probability to this statement that it never once occurred to Jacopo to doubt its accuracy. The term for which Edmond had engaged to serve on board The Young Amelia having expired. distributing so liberal a gratuity among her crew as to secure for him the good wishes of all. upon condition that he would go at once to Marseilles for the purpose of inquiring after an old man named Louis Dantes. the trip had been sufficiently successful to satisfy all concerned. and proceeded with the captain to Leghorn. Then Dantes departed for Genoa. but the cunning purchaser asked no troublesome questions concerning a bargain by which he gained a round profit of at least eighty per cent. expressed great regrets that Dantes had not been an equal sharer with themselves in the profits. and expressions of cordial interest in all that concerned him. whose superior skill in the management of a vessel would have availed them so materially. he embarked that same evening. and particularly Jacopo. and also a young woman called Mercedes. He then inquired how they had fared in their trip. Upon the whole. the pursuing vessel had almost overtaken them when.http://www. Jacopo could scarcely believe his senses at receiving this magnificent present. he ceased to importune him further.mansioningles. accompanying the gift by a donation of one hundred piastres. they had scarcely done so when they received intelligence that a guard-ship had just quitted the port of Toulon and was crowding all sail towards them. fortunately. On the sixth day. power. The following day Dantes presented Jacopo with an entirely new vessel. when they could but lament the absence of Dantes. to whom he disposed of four of his smallest diamonds for five thousand francs each. Edmond preserved the most admirable self-command. left him by an the rank. with directions from Dantes to join him at the Island of Monte Cristo. which Dantes hastened to account for by saying that he had merely been a sailor from whim and a desire to spite his family. however. and enabled them to double the Cape of Corsica. This obliged them to make all the speed they could to evade the enemy. whose sole heir he was. he still suffered acutely from his late accident. residing in the Allees de Meillan. a dealer in precious stones. although considerably better than when they quitted him. an inhabitant of the Catalan village. From a distance Dantes recognized the rig and handling of The Young Amelia. who at first tried all his powers of persuasion to induce him to remain as one of the crew. and influence which are always accorded to wealth -. Dantes half feared that such valuable jewels in the hands of a poor sailor like himself might excite suspicion. he met his companions with an assurance that. although successful in landing their cargo in safety. who did not allow him as much money as he liked to spend. In fact. night came on. To the captain he promised to write when he had made up his mind as to his future plans. but as The Young Amelia had merely come to Monte Cristo to fetch him away.that first and greatest of all the forces within the grasp of man. and so elude all further pursuit. which amounted to no less a sum than fifty piastres each. The following morning Jacopo set sail for Marseilles.

and. his treasure was just as he had left it. The spectators followed the little vessel with their eyes as long as it remained visible. instead of landing at the usual place. and his principal pleasure consisted in managing his yacht himself. and in two hours afterwards the newcomer lay at anchor beside the yacht. The builder cheerfully undertook the commission. while Africa was positively reported by many persons as her intended course. he recognized it as the boat he had given to Jacopo. upon condition that he should be allowed to take immediate possession. and promised to have these secret places completed by the next day. so constructed as to be concealed from all but himself.mansioningles. till at the end of that time he was perfectly conversant with its good and bad qualities. his boat had proved herself a first-class sailer. saying he was accustomed to cruise about quite alone. having heard that the Genoese excelled all other builders along the shores of the Mediterranean in the construction of fast-sailing vessels. The delighted builder then offered his services in providing a suitable crew for the little vessel. A bargain was therefore struck. so promptly did it obey the slightest touch. applied to its owner to transfer it to him. but this Dantes declined with many thanks. others the Island of Elba. the latter to remedy. indeed. struck with the beauty and capability of the little vessel.http://www. Yet thither it was that Dantes guided his vessel. who. retired with the latter for a few minutes to a small back parlor. the more so as the person for whom the yacht was intended had gone upon a tour through Switzerland. and Dantes required but a short trial of his beautiful craft to acknowledge that the Genoese had not without reason attained their high reputation in the art of shipbuilding. he dropped anchor in the little creek. studying it as a skilful horseman would the animal he destined for some important service. The boat. and had come the distance from Genoa in thirtyfive hours. A week passed by. and bore no evidence of having been visited since he went away. and upon their return the Jew counted out to the shipbuilder the sum of sixty thousand francs in bright gold pieces. the price agreed upon between the Englishman and the Genoese builder was forty thousand francs. Some insisted she was making for Corsica.La Mansión del Inglés . Dantes led the owner of the yacht to the dwelling of a Jew. His signal was returned. bets were offered to any amount that she was bound for Spain. by which time the builder reckoned upon being able to complete another. The island was utterly deserted. and ere nightfall the whole of his immense wealth was safely deposited in the compartments of the secret locker. and at Monte Cristo he arrived at the close of the second day. Early on the following morning he commenced the removal of his riches. seemed to be animated with almost human intelligence. He immediately signalled small yacht was under trial in the bay. But their wonder was soon changed to admiration at seeing the perfect skill with which Dantes handled the helm. they then turned their conjectures upon her probable destination. but no one thought of Monte Cristo. The proposal was too advantageous to be refused. offering sixty thousand francs. Dantes furnishing the dimensions and plan in accordance with which they were to be constructed. As it drew near. the closet to contain three divisions. Dantes. and was not expected back in less than three weeks or a month. this yacht had been built by order of an Englishman. the only thing the builder could oblige him in would be to contrive a sort of secret closet in the cabin at his bed's head. was desirous of possessing a specimen of their skill. The former Dantes proposed to augment. under the inspection of an immense crowd drawn together by curiosity to see the rich Spanish nobleman who preferred managing his own yacht. Dantes employed it in manoeuvring his yacht round the island. A mournful answer awaited each of Edmond's . The following day Dantes sailed with his yacht from Genoa. Dantes had carefully noted the general appearance of the shore. Upon the eighth day he discerned a small vessel under full sail approaching Monte Cristo.

who had been one of his own sailors -. but. besides. Giving the sailor a piece of money in return for his civility. "but I believe you made a mistake. And thus he proceeded onwards till he arrived at the end of the Rue de Noailles. his first and most indelible recollections were there. you intended to give me a two-franc piece. he signified his desire to be quite alone. so pregnant with fond and filial remembrances. other particulars he was desirous of ascertaining. but by way of rewarding your honesty I give you another double Napoleon.http://www." So extreme was the surprise of the sailor.La Mansión del Inglés . a mist floated over his sight. His looking-glass had assured him. carefully watching the man's countenance as he did so. his yacht. that you may drink to my health." was his comment. boldly entered the port of Marseilles. followed by the little fishing-boat. and be able to ask your messmates to join you. and anchored exactly opposite the spot from whence. from whence a full view of the Allees de Meillan was obtained. that he ran no risk of recognition. "Some nabob from India. and he gave orders that she should be steered direct to Marseilles. in almost breathless haste." said the honest fellow.mansioningles. Old Dantes was dead. then. I see that I have made a trifling mistake. went on his way. his knees tottered under him. Going straight towards him. during his stay at Leghorn. meanwhile. moreover. sir. Recovering himself. not a street. There were. he would inevitably have fallen to the ground and been crushed beneath the many vehicles continually passing there. leaping lightly ashore. as you say. you gave me a double Napoleon. Two of the men from Jacopo's boat came on board the yacht to assist in navigating it. my good friend. Still Dantes could not view without a shudder the approach of a gendarme who accompanied the officers deputed to demand his bill of health ere the yacht was permitted to hold communication with the shore. and those were of a nature he alone could investigate in a manner satisfactory to himself. and had he not clung for support to one of the trees. Dantes listened to these melancholy tidings with outward calmness. and Mercedes had disappeared. however. his heart beat almost to bursting. One fine morning. he had now the means of adopting any disguise he thought proper. whose receding figure he continued to gaze after in speechless astonishment. he was informed that there existed no obstacle to his immediate debarkation. Dantes coolly presented an English passport he had obtained from Leghorn. he wiped the perspiration from . he had been put on board the boat destined to convey him thither. but ere he had gone many steps he heard the man loudly calling him to stop. but with that perfect self-possession he had acquired during his acquaintance with Faria. and see. In a couple of hours he returned. he propounded a variety of questions on different subjects. Dantes instantly turned to meet him. on the never-to-be-forgotten night of his departure for the Chateau d'If. Each step he trod oppressed his heart with fresh emotion. but not a word or look implied that he had the slightest idea of ever having seen before the person with whom he was then conversing. Dantes could not give sufficiently clear instructions to an a sure means of testing the extent of the change which time had worked in his own appearance. was one of the crew belonging to the Pharaon. Without divulging his secret. that he passed but seemed filled with dear and cherished memories. For his father's death he was in some manner eager inquiries as to the information Jacopo had obtained. but he knew not how to account for the mysterious disappearance of Mercedes. not a tree. Dantes." "Thank you. At this spot. The first person to attract the attention of Dantes. as he landed on the Canebiere. "I beg your pardon. Dantes proceeded onwards. Edmond welcomed the meeting with this fellow -. that he was unable even to thank Edmond. and as this gave him a standing which a French passport would not have afforded.

The delighted recipients of these munificent gifts would gladly have poured out their thanks to their generous benefactor. purchased the small dwelling for the sum of twenty-five thousand francs. that the person in question had got into difficulties. with two seines and a tender. and wondered to see the large tears silently chasing each other down his otherwise stern and immovable features. at least ten thousand more than it was worth. upon condition of their giving instant possession of the two small chambers they at present inhabited. he gazed thoughtfully for a time at the upper stories of the shabby little house. now become the property of Dantes. Leaning against the tree. but they felt the sacredness of his grief.mansioningles. but had its owner asked half a million. When he withdrew from the scene of his painful recollections. reiterating their hope that he would come again whenever he pleased. and. it would unhesitatingly have been given. The nasturtiums and other plants. he paused to inquire whether Caderousse the tailor still dwelt there. and set all conjecture at defiance. Having obtained the address of the person to whom the house in the Allees de Meillan belonged. but he received. in spite of his efforts to prevent it. that the new landlord gave them their choice of any of the rooms in the house. Though answered in the negative. Dantes next proceeded his brows. the four walls alone remained as he had left them. and a multitude of theories were afloat. for reply. But what raised public astonishment to a climax. The young couple gazed with astonishment at the sight of their visitor's emotion. and. but they . Then he advanced to the door.La Mansión del Inglés . with instinctive delicacy. and seeing them.http://www. while. and ask permission for a gentleman to be allowed to look at them. they both accompanied him downstairs. which his father had delighted to train before his window. they left him to indulge his sorrow alone. As Edmond passed the door on the fourth floor. none of which was anywhere near the truth. that. while the articles of antiquated furniture with which the rooms had been filled in Edmond's time had all disappeared. without the least augmentation of rent. and stopped not again till he found himself at the door of the house in which his father had lived. under the name of Lord Wilmore (the name and title inscribed on his passport). and asked whether there were any rooms to be let. the eyes of Edmond were suffused in tears as he reflected that on that spot the old man had breathed his last. and kindly refrained from questioning him as to its cause. and assuring him that their poor dwelling would ever be open to him. The bed belonging to the present occupants was placed as the former owner of the chamber had been accustomed to have his. But on the following day the family from whom all these particulars had been asked received a handsome present. had all disappeared from the upper part of the house. was the knowledge that the same stranger who had in the morning visited the Allees de Meillan had been seen in the evening walking in the little village of the Catalans. he begged so earnestly to be permitted to visit those on the fifth floor. Dantes succeeded in inducing the man to go up to the tenants. etc. This strange event aroused great wonder and curiosity in the neighborhood of the Allees de Meillan. vainly calling for his son. Dantes sighed heavily. in despite of the oft-repeated assurance of the concierge that they were occupied. and at the present time kept a small inn on the route from Bellegarde to Beaucaire. and afterwards observed to enter a poor fisherman's hut. The very same day the occupants of the apartments on the fifth floor of the house. Nothing in the two small chambers forming the apartments remained as it had been in the time of the elder Dantes. were duly informed by the notary who had arranged the necessary transfer of deeds. consisting of an entirely new fishing-boat. the very paper was different. The tenants of the humble lodging were a young couple who had been scarcely married a week. and to pass more than an hour in inquiring after persons who had either been dead or gone away for more than fifteen or sixteen years..

consisting of a small plot of ground. about midway between the town of Beaucaire and the village of Bellegarde. after the manner of the Spanish muleteers. were scattered a few miserable stalks of wheat. of a curious desire on the part of the agriculturists of the country to see whether such a thing as the raising of grain in those parched regions was practicable.a chambermaid named Trinette. with two servants. This modern place of entertainment stood on the left-hand side of the post road. a sheet of tin covered with a grotesque representation of the Pont du Gard. It also boasted of what in Languedoc is styled a garden. his hair. Such of my readers as have made a pedestrian excursion to the south of France may perchance have noticed. Between these sickly shrubs grew a scanty supply of garlic. lone and solitary. His wife. upon quitting the hut. and deep-set eyes. was thick and curly. hooked nose. as though to add to the daily misery which this prosperous canal inflicted on the unfortunate inn-keeper. merely give some orders to a sailor. on the side opposite to the main entrance reserved for the reception of guests. In the surrounding had seen him. like his beard. sparkling. of which we have given a brief but faithful description. a perfect specimen of the natives of those southern latitudes.mansioningles. Chapter 26 The Pont du Gard Inn. a tall pine raised its melancholy head in one of the corners of this unattractive spot.a little nearer to the former than to the latter. but that beauty had gradually withered beneath the devastating influence . tomatoes. and in spite of his age but slightly interspersed with a few silvery threads. A few dingy olives and stunted fig-trees struggled hard for existence. This man was our old acquaintance. and bony. and then springing lightly on horseback. And.La Mansión del Inglés . it was situated between the Rhone from which it had its source and the post-road it had depleted. and eschalots. whose utter ruin it was fast accomplishing. no doubt. monotonous note. but their withered dusty foliage abundantly proved how unequal was the conflict. while. strong.http://www. which he wore under his chin. Each stalk served as a perch for a grasshopper. she had shared in the beauty for which its women are proverbial. which more resembled a dusty lake than solid ground. not a hundred steps from the inn. and sickly-looking. the effect. Born in the neighborhood of Arles. and teeth white as those of a carnivorous animal. -. The inn-keeper himself was a man of from forty to fifty-five years of age. was pale.a small roadside inn. meagre. from the front of which hung. tall. exposed to the meridional rays of a burning sun. His naturally dark complexion had assumed a still further shade of brown from the habit the unfortunate man had acquired of stationing himself from morning till eve at the threshold of his door. on the contrary. and backed upon the Rhone. yet there he stood. creaking and flapping in the wind. leave Marseilles by the Porte d'Aix. For about seven or eight years the little tavern had been kept by a man and his wife. whose maiden name had been Madeleine Radelle. -. Gaspard Caderousse. for a canal between Beaucaire and Aiguemortes had revolutionized transportation by substituting boats for the cart and the stagecoach. like a forgotten sentinel. -. and displayed its flexible stem and fan-shaped summit dried and cracked by the fierce heat of the sub-tropical sun. day after day. he had dark. on the lookout for guests who seldom came. which regaled the passers by through this Egyptian scene with its strident. and a hostler called Pecaud. This small staff was quite equal to all the requirements. with no other protection for his head than a red handkerchief twisted around it.

that no one in his senses could have imagined that any traveller. and silver buckles for the shoes. bearing equal resemblance to the style adopted both by the Catalans and Andalusians. his eyes glancing listlessly from a piece of closely shaven grass -. he would easily have perceived that it consisted of a man and horse. more for the shelter than the profit it afforded. altogether presenting so uninviting an appearance. or stretched languid and feeble on her bed. and the daily infliction of his peevish partner's murmurs and lamentations. the road on which he so eagerly strained his sight was void and lonely as a desert at mid-day. which. he mounted to her chamber. and Gaspard Caderousse.on which some fowls were industriously. when he was aroused by the shrill voice of his wife. with its sides bordered by tall. There it lay stretching out into one interminable line of dust and of the slow fever so prevalent among dwellers by the ponds of Aiguemortes and the marshes of Camargue. at liberty to regulate his hours for journeying. both for himself and wife. embroidered bodices. as it saved him the necessity of listening to the endless plaints and murmurs of his helpmate. would choose to expose himself in such a formidable Sahara.mansioningles." The sobriquet of La Carconte had been bestowed on Madeleine Radelle from the fact that she had been born in a village. and as a custom existed among the inhabitants of that part of France where Caderousse lived of styling every person by some particular and distinctive appellation. He dressed in the picturesque costume worn upon grand occasions by the inhabitants of the south of France. all disappeared. It is God's pleasure that things should be so. vain. as usual. But. by degrees. At the moment Caderousse quitted his sentry-like watch before the door. not a festivity took place without himself and wife being among the spectators. in these philosophic words: -"Hush. while her husband kept his daily watch at the door -. She remained nearly always in her second-floor chamber. and addicted to display. The horse . he was a man of sober habits and moderate desires.http://www. he might have caught a dim outline of something approaching from the direction of Bellegarde. velvet vests. but fond of external show. During the days of his prosperity. to set the entrance door wide open. so the deserted road. between whom the kindest and most amiable understanding appeared to exist. then. first taking care. which led away to the north and south. shivering in her chair. watch-chains. the unfortunate inn-keeper did not writhe under the double misery of seeing the hateful canal carry off his customers and his profits. as an invitation to any chance traveller who might be passing. in all probability. however. while La Carconte displayed the charming fashion prevalent among the women of Arles. to all of which her husband would calmly return an unvarying reply. as the moving object drew nearer. La Carconte. necklaces. Nevertheless.a duty he performed with so much the greater willingness. and grumbling to himself as he went. parti-colored scarfs. at his place of observation before the door. unable to appear abroad in his pristine splendor. had given up any further participation in the pomps and vanities. striped gaiters. Like other dwellers in the south. Still. though fruitlessly. a mode of attire borrowed equally from Greece and Arabia. elegantly worked stockings. let it not be supposed that amid this affected resignation to the will of Providence. endeavoring to turn up some grain or insect suited to their palate -. his rude gutteral language would not have enabled him to pronounce. was. although a bitter feeling of envious discontent filled his mind as the sound of mirth and merry music from the joyous revellers reached even the miserable hostelry to which he still clung. Caderousse. her husband had bestowed on her the name of La Carconte in place of her sweet and euphonious name of Madeleine. had Caderousse but retained his post a few minutes longer. meagre trees.La Mansión del Inglés . situated between Salon and Lambesc. who never saw him without breaking out into bitter invectives against fate.

sir. which served both as parlor and kitchen. till the trade fell off. hastily raised a trap-door in the floor of the apartment they were in.La Mansión del Inglés . had crept up to him." "As you please. dismounting. skinny neck resting on his lap. sir.http://www." The priest gazed on the person addressing him with a long and searching gaze -.mansioningles. that really I believe that the respectable inhabitants will in time go without any clothing whatever. his long." "And you followed the business of a tailor?" "True. However that might have been. . he tied the animal safely and having drawn a red cotton handkerchief." cried he. and had established himself very comfortably between his was of Hungarian breed. and. the priest. "You are welcome. I presume. let me have a bottle of your best wine. with many bows and courteous smiles. he found the abbe seated upon a wooden stool. mine host of the Pont du Gard besought his guest to enter. observing in the countenance of the latter no other expression than extreme surprise at his own want of attention to an inquiry so courteously worded. but whether for his own pleasure or that of his rider would have been difficult to say. "I am Gaspard Caderousse. a huge black dog came rushing to meet the daring assailant of his ordinarily tranquil abode. It is so hot at Marseilles. I make no doubt a glass of good wine would be acceptable this dreadfully hot day. who. then." said Caderousse. sir! -. we will resume our conversation from where we left off. then. led his steed by the bridle in search of some place to which he could secure him. At that moment a heavy footstep was heard descending the wooden staircase that led from the upper floor. sir. anxious not to lose the present opportunity of finding a customer for one of the few bottles of Cahors still remaining in his possession. wiped away the perspiration that streamed from his brow. At this unusual sound. His rider was a priest. is there nothing I can offer you by way of refreshment?" "Yes. Having arrived before the Pont du Gard. Margotin. and ambled along at an easy pace. while his dim eye was fixed earnestly on the traveller's face. M. then. even more surprised at the question than he had been by the silence which had preceded it. advancing to the door. "will you be quiet? Pray don't heed him. "Now. the pair came on with a fair degree of rapidity." answered the host. the horse stopped. Availing himself of a handle that projected from a halffallen door.there even seemed a disposition on his part to court a similar scrutiny on the part of the innkeeper. and then. with your permission. and. and therefore said. "You are. speaking with a strong Italian accent. he never bites. snarling and displaying his sharp white teeth with a determined hostility that abundantly proved how little he was accustomed to society. I believe in the Allees de Meillan. and wearing a three-cornered hat. struck thrice with the end of his iron-shod stick. speaking to the dog. he deemed it as well to terminate this dumb show. most welcome!" repeated the astonished Caderousse. dressed in black.he only barks. whose animosity seemed appeased by the unusual command of the traveller for refreshments. Caderousse?" "Yes." "Gaspard Caderousse. spite of the ardent rays of a noonday sun. on the fourth floor?" "I did. You formerly lived." rejoined the priest. Upon issuing forth from his subterranean retreat at the expiration of five minutes. leaning his elbow on a table. I was a tailor. -Christian and surname are the same. at your service. But talking of heat. from his pocket. What would the abbe please to have? What refreshment can I offer? All I have is at his service. while Margotin. "Yes." Then perceiving for the first time the garb of the traveller he had to entertain. Caderousse hastily exclaimed: "A thousand pardons! I really did not observe whom I had the honor to receive under my poor roof.

but. glancing round as he spoke at the scanty furnishings of the apartment. Ah." "Said to bear the name!" repeated Caderousse. sir. calm eye of the questioner seemed to dilate with feverish scrutiny."or. I envied him his good fortune." said the priest." "What proofs do you require?" "Did "Are you quite alone?" inquired the guest." observed the abbe. in my own person. with a hand on his breast and shaking his head. at least. "And so I did. whose countenance flushed darkly as he caught the penetrating gaze of the abbe fixed on him. I pray. he was so called as truly as I myself bore the appellation of Gaspard Caderousse. know anything of a young sailor named Dantes?" "Dantes? Did I know poor dear Edmond? Why. poor thing!" "You are married.http://www. I swear to you." said the abbe. then?" said the priest. "You remind me. "Quite. "for I am firmly persuaded that. and consume them altogether?" "You speak as though you had loved this young Dantes. as he is said to do.La Mansión del Inglés ." "So much the better for you. "that the young man concerning whom I asked you was said to bear the name of Edmond. be able to prove to you how completely you are in error." "Such words as those belong to your profession. sir. "Poor fellow. practically so." replied the man -. as Caderousse placed before him the bottle of wine and a glass. but in this world a man does not thrive the better for being honest." A deadly pallor followed the flush on the countenance of Caderousse." said Caderousse with a sigh. hopeless. speaking in the highly colored language of the south. "I can boast with truth of being an honest man. but tell me. and the wicked punished. "and you do well to repeat them." said the abbe. if he really hates the wicked. "one is free to believe them or not. I must be satisfied that you are the person I am in search of. quite alone. since then. "Yes. is another proof that good people are never rewarded on this earth. who turned away. and the priest saw him wiping the tears from his eyes with the corner of the red handkerchief twisted round his head. sir. with a show of interest. is laid up with illness. there. for my poor wife." The abbe fixed on him a searching. without taking any notice of his companion's vehemence. and. the good will be rewarded." continued he significantly." added he. who is the only person in the house besides myself. "In the first place. "that is more than every one can say nowadays. becoming excited and eager. and that none but the wicked prosper. "the world grows worse and worse. penetrating glance. .I can certainly say that much for myself. I confess. "though once." replied Caderousse. sooner or later. I have. honest -. in the year 1814 or 1815." answered Caderousse. what has become of poor Edmond? Did you know him? Is he alive and at liberty? Is he prosperous and happy?" "He died a more wretched." "What mean you?" inquired Caderousse with a look of surprise. Why does not God. But I swear to you. by everything a man holds dear." continued the inn-keeper. deeply and sincerely lamented his unhappy fate. "it is easy to perceive I am not a rich man. as one pleases. Edmond Dantes and myself were intimate friends!" exclaimed Caderousse. send down brimstone and fire. poor fellow!" murmured Caderousse. fairly sustaining the scrutiny of the abbe's gaze. while the clear." "You are wrong to speak thus. and unable to render me the least assistance. heart-broken prisoner than the felons who pay the penalty of their crimes at the galleys of Toulon.mansioningles. "Well. "Ah. "Why." There was a brief silence." continued Caderousse. with a bitter expression of countenance. if what you assert be true. "and perhaps I may.

It was estimated at fifty thousand francs. "that it was a stone of immense value?" "Why.http://www. "fifty thousand francs! Surely the diamond was as large as a nut to be worth all that. as a mark of his gratitude for the kindness and brotherly care with which Dantes had nursed him in a severe illness he underwent during his confinement. then?" continued Caderousse. but you shall judge for yourself. "who had been his companion in misfortune. "you say. everything is relative. searching eye of the abbe was employed in scrutinizing the agitated features of the inn-keeper. that I might administer to him the consolations of religion." "And of what did he die?" asked Caderousse in a choking voice. seemed to rest with illconcealed satisfaction on the gloomy depression which was rapidly spreading over the countenance of Caderousse. when they have scarcely numbered their thirtieth year. Instead of employing this diamond in attempting to bribe his jailers. "I was called to see him on his dying bed. I have it with me. glowing looks.La Mansión del Inglés . Calmly drawing forth from his pocket a small box covered with black shagreen." murmured Caderousse." answered the abbe. which is also valuable.mansioningles. and returned it to his pocket." replied the abbe. besides the maiden to whom I was betrothed' he said. sir? Did Edmond make you his heir?" "No. that he was utterly ignorant of the cause of his detention. he besought me to try and clear up a mystery he had never been able to penetrate. sir. without the setting. almost breathless with eager admiration. is worth fifty thousand francs?" "It is. but had been released from prison during the second restoration. "But how comes the diamond in your possession. "But the strangest part of the story is. "it was not of such a size as that. "Of what." "And so he was. unless it be of imprisonment?" Caderousse wiped away the large beads of perspiration that gathered on his brow. "A rich Englishman." continued the abbe." "And for that reason." "Then. becoming more and more fixed." The sharp gaze of Caderousse was instantly directed towards the priest's garments. as though hoping to discover the location of the treasure." resumed the abbe. for the sale of such a diamond would have quite sufficed to make his fortune." cried Caderousse. with eager. think you. "that Dantes. `and I feel convinced they have all . the poor fellow told you the truth." replied the abbe. while its brilliant hues seemed still to dance before the eyes of the fascinated inn-keeper. `I once possessed four dear and faithful during which the fixed. set in a ring of admirable workmanship. this jewel he bestowed on Dantes upon himself quitting the prison." "Bless me!" exclaimed Caderousse. and to clear his memory should any foul spot or stain have fallen on it." asked Caderousse. do young and strong men die in prison. "You knew the poor lad. was possessed of a diamond of immense value. who might only have taken it and then betrayed him to the governor. Dantes carefully preserved it. and displayed to the dazzled eyes of Caderousse the sparkling jewel it contained." And here the look of the abbe. "How should he have been otherwise? Ah. "And that diamond." "No. I suppose. as he closed the box. even in his dying moments. the abbe opened it. that in the event of his getting out of prison he might have wherewithal to live. swore by his crucified Redeemer. merely his testamentary executor. "To one in Edmond's position the diamond certainly was of great value.

with a stifled sigh. and after pouring some into a glass." answered Caderousse. the only persons who have loved me upon earth." said the abbe. a Christian. `You will go to Marseilles. "True. too true!" ejaculated Caderousse.for you understand.his name was Fernand. and then if you have any observations to make. "Of what?" asked the priest. The very dogs that wander houseless and homeless in the streets find some pitying hand to cast them a mouthful of bread. was his own father. "Allow me to finish first. although my rival. Oh." "`You will sell this diamond. "Mercedes it was. springing from his seat. I say he died of" -Caderousse paused. that of my betrothed was' -. "Why." "I learned so much at Marseilles. anxiously and eagerly." said Caderousse. the doctors called his complaint gastro-enteritis.'" continued the abbe. said. "but from the length of time that has elapsed since the death of the elder Dantes. making a strong effort to appear indifferent." "To be sure. `The third of my friends. ." continued the abbe. of downright starvation. his acquaintances say he died of grief. waving his hand. about a year after the disappearance of his son the poor old man died. -. entertained a very sincere affection for me." "Starvation!" exclaimed the abbe." urged Caderousse. "the poor old man did die. is too horrible for belief. "you only mentioned four persons. I believe." replied the abbe." said Caderousse eagerly. the abbe." "Mercedes. I was unable to obtain any particulars of his end. Ah.'" "But why into five parts?" asked Caderousse. -. as he placed his empty glass on the table. and slowly swallowing its contents.mansioningles. resuming his usual placidity of manner. I repeat his words just as he uttered them. and give an equal portion to these good friends. it is impossible -. when the latter.http://www. who saw him in his dying moments."Where did we leave off?" "The name of Edmond's betrothed was Mercedes.'" A fiendish smile played over the features of Caderousse. you can do so afterwards." "Go on. "`Another of the number. the vilest animals are not suffered to die by such a death as that. and the third. I have said. I lived almost on the same floor with the poor old man." said the abbe. "`is called Danglars. stay." "Of what did he die?" "Why. but I." "Because the fifth is dead. said. was much attached to me. "Why. without seeming to notice the emotion of Caderousse. who was about to break in upon the abbe's speech. The name of one of the four friends is Caderousse. Caderousse quickly performed the stranger's bidding. in spite of being my rival. -.Stay.' said Dantes. unfeignedly grieved over my loss. "Bring me a carafe of water. you will divide the money into five equal parts. "I have forgotten what he called her.utterly impossible!" "What I have said. Do you understand?" "Perfectly. The fifth sharer in Edmond's bequest. almost suffocated by the contending passions which assailed him. should be allowed to perish of hunger in the midst of other men who call themselves Christians." "Too true. Can you enlighten me on that point?" "I do not know who could if I could not. as I hear. and that a man.La Mansión del Inglés .'" The inn-keeper shivered. "Why.

and. madam. Surely. that he believed everybody's professions of friendship." "Imbecile!" exclaimed La Carconte. which common politeness will not permit me to refuse. that I solemnly promise you. he said. but somehow the poor old man had contracted a profound hatred for Fernand -. but." replied Caderousse sharply. but when poor. attracted by the sound of voices. but it was fortunate that he never knew. "Why should you meddle with what does not concern you?" The two men turned quickly. provided he answers me candidly. he would not have perished by so dreadful a death. or he might have found it more difficult. they will not be occasioned by my instrumentality." "Why.the very person. and saw the sickly countenance of La Carconte peering between the baluster rails. behold trouble and misery. "Can a man be faithful to another whose wife he covets and desires for himself? But Dantes was so honorable and true in his own nature. when on his deathbed. "Nothing is easier than to begin with fair promises and assurances of nothing to fear. Gaspard!" murmured the woman. addressing the abbe. "Do you." "And was he not so?" asked the abbe. have been persuaded to tell all they know. my good woman." "Politeness. the promises and assurances of safety are quickly forgotten. wife. say what it was!" . which was not altogether devoid of rude poetry. said. "that you named just now as being one of Dantes' faithful and attached friends. head on knees. And. then let her head again drop upon her knees. but remaining so as to be able to hear every word they uttered." La Carconte muttered a few inarticulate words." "Speak out then. How do you know the motives that person may have for trying to extract all he can from you?" "I pledge you my word." said the abbe. "mind what you are saying!" Caderousse made no reply to these words. and that you husband can incur no risk. "Mind your own business. "What have you to do with politeness. "It appears. "Do I? No one better." continued Caderousse. "Gaspard. in his native language. Poor Edmond. silly folks. know in what manner Fernand injured Dantes?" inquired the abbe of Caderousse. make yourself perfectly easy. Whatever evils may befall you. he was not altogether forsaken. she had feebly dragged herself down the stairs. he was cruelly deceived. that the miserable old man you were telling me of was forsaken by every one. seated on the lower step. Again the abbe had been obliged to swallow a draught of water to calm the emotions that threatened to overpower "And you are a fool for having said anything about it. you simpleton!" retorted La Carconte." "Nay." added Caderousse with a bitter smile. nay.http://www. and at some moment when nobody is expecting it. from her seat on the stairs. "that my intentions are good. leaving the two speakers to resume the conversation. whatever people may say. "I cannot help being more frightened at the idea of the malediction of the dead than the hatred of the living.La Mansión del Inglés . like my husband there. are heaped on the unfortunate wretches." continued Caderousse." said a voice from the top of the stairs. had not such been the case." retorted the woman. to pardon his enemies. and all sorts of persecutions. that's all very fine. she had listened to the foregoing conversation. and went into a fit of ague. I should like to know? Better study a little common prudence. then. "This gentleman asks me for information.mansioningles. then. I beg of you. When he had sufficiently recovered himself. who cannot even see whence all their afflictions come. "for Mercedes the Catalan and Monsieur Morrel were very kind to him." "Ah. though evidently irritated and annoyed by the interruption.

mansioningles. not mine." replied Caderousse." replied the abbe. does it not?" asked Caderousse. then said. opened it. in a low. "it is your fault. "As being the friends Edmond esteemed most faithful and devoted to him. truly. "Wife." answered the abbe calmly. besides. and myself. in order that I may execute Edmond's last "Gaspard!" cried La Carconte. the reward intended for faithful friendship?" "That is true enough. "with the addition of an equal division of that part intended for the elder Dantes. "you are at liberty. did you not hear all we said?" inquired Caderousse. But you tell me he is no more. "what diamond are you talking about?" "Why. "no more do I. why. I respect your scruples and admire your sentiments. "It is a beautiful diamond left by poor Edmond Dantes. "You say truly." returned the abbe. Fernand. "come here!" "Diamond!" exclaimed La Carconte." "Remember. and came to me and begged that I would candidly tell which were his true and which his false friends." "Oh." said the abbe. it would take up too much time. and fulfil my promise to the dying man." The agitation of Caderousse became extreme. "I don't know but what you're right!" "So you will say nothing?" asked the abbe. "that I should bestow on men you say are false and treacherous. the abbe again draw the small box from his pocket. perhaps crime." "And why among us four?" inquired Caderousse. either to speak or be silent. "The fifth part of the profits from this stone belongs to us then. what a magnificent jewel!" cried the astonished woman. I said I looked upon it as a sacrilegious profanation to reward treachery." "Remember. My first business will be to dispose of this diamond. and . "It does.http://www. and that was what I was observing to this gentleman just now. that I do so. as he replaced the jewel and its case in the pocket of his cassock. just as you please. in a tone that indicated utter indifference on his part. so let all such feeling be buried with him. what good would it do?" asked Caderousse." "I don't call those friends who betray and ruin you. you are master -. so let the matter end." "Well." chimed in La Carconte. I should not hesitate. for my own part. "Are these persons. "Why. and the money divided between his father. You will have the goodness to furnish me with the address of both Fernand and Danglars.but if you take my advice you'll hold your tongue. "do as you will. perhaps. The jewel is worth at least fifty thousand francs. "If the poor lad were living. wife. then. then. I shall do my duty as conscientiously as I can." murmured the wife in her turn. which I believe myself at liberty to divide equally with the four survivors. Mercedes. so rich and powerful?" "Do you not know their history?" "I do not. what would it be to them? no more than a drop of water in the ocean. Danglars. his betrothed bride." So saying.La Mansión del Inglés . that a bright flash of brilliant hues passed before the dazzled gaze of Caderousse. "those two could crush you at a single blow!" "How so?" inquired the abbe. and contrived to hold it in such a light. to be sold. rising and descending to the chamber with a tolerably firm step. wife!" cried he in a hoarse voice. "Of course not!" rejoined Caderousse quickly. the gift of poor Edmond was not meant for such traitors as Fernand and Danglars. "No. and therefore can have nothing to do with hatred or revenge." returned Caderousse." "You prefer. my good friend. muttering voice." "Well. Pray relate it to me!" Caderousse seemed to reflect for a few moments.

her body convulsed with chills." said the priest. bolted and barred it. "Enough. with head bent down and hands clasped. "Stop a minute. through your assistance. He removed his seat into a corner of the room. his face flushed with cupidity. which he closed. and. while the light would be fully thrown on the narrator. that is all. then. she turned round." answered Caderousse. in a warning tone. "Not because I have the least desire to learn anything you may please to conceal from me. and her teeth rattling in her head. "this splendid diamond might all be ours. Chapter 27 The Story. "you must make me a promise." said the trembling voice of La Carconte. I will take all the consequences upon myself. "Why. "There. and called out. into which she fell as though exhausted. to her husband. sir. "we might be interrupted in the most interesting part of my story. uncertain tread. As he saw the abbe rise from his seat and go towards the door. where he himself would be in deep shadow. that you will never let any one know that it was I who supplied them. he prepared to give his whole attention to Caderousse. the flooring of which creaked beneath her heavy." said the abbe. who seated himself on the little stool. for the persons of whom I am about to talk are rich and powerful.mansioningles. and if they only laid the tips of their fingers on me. "Gaspard. I could distribute the legacy according to the wishes of the testator." "I hope it may be so. "Remember. as she proceeded towards her arm-chair. she once more climbed the staircase leading to her chamber. which would be a pity. During this time the abbe had chosen his place for listening at his ease. so much the better. "I certainly think you act wisely in so doing." And he began his story. and it is as well that your visit hither should be made known only to ourselves." said the former." "What is that?" inquired the abbe. you see. as he was accustomed to do at night. this is no affair of mine.La Mansión del Inglés . I should break to pieces like glass. "I am all attention. Arrived at the top stair." replied La Carconte. or rather clinched together. but simply that if. La Carconte then entered her chamber." . if we chose!" "Do you believe it?" "Why.http://www." answered he. enough!" replied Caderousse. "Well. as he returned to the apartment below." With these words he went stealthily to the door. by way of still greater large drops of perspiration rolled from his heated brow. exactly opposite to him." said Caderousse. "what have you made up your mind to do?" "To tell you all I know. surely a man of his holy profession would not deceive us!" "Well. in spite of the intense heat of the weather. wife." replied Caderousse. "do as you like. consider well what you are about to do!" "I have both reflected and decided." was the reply. "First. if you ever make use of the details I am about to give you. I wash my hands of the affair. "say no more about it." asked the abbe. For my part. as though through the flooring of her chamber she viewed the scene that was enacting below. Caderousse and his wife exchanged looks of deep meaning. why. as though to ascertain if his horse were sufficiently refreshed to continue his journey." So saying.

" said the abbe. de Villefort. as without hatred. but when I reached his door he was no longer weeping but praying." "Well. for the grief of the poor father gave me great uneasiness. and went to visit the old man. who am no canter. for his footsteps over my head night and day did not leave me a moment's repose. all the eloquent words and imploring language he made use of. and Dantes was arrested. `I will not leave this house. for my poor dear boy loves me better than anything in the world. One night. besides. "perhaps you know all the earlier part of it?" "Yes." replied Caderousse. and not a Frenchman. besides. when she saw him so miserable and heart-broken. and if he gets out of prison he will come and see me the first thing. sir. but the old man would not consent.La Mansión del Inglés . our only desire is to carry out. which I have only quitted to fulfil the last wishes of a dying man. without reserve. said then to myself. Speak. and not touched food since the previous day. I assure you I could not sleep either. `No. it was more than piety. my friend. the last wishes of our friend. never may know. she did not obtain it. and every step he took went to my heart as really as if his foot had pressed against my breast. and for myself. and not to man. it was more than grief. having passed a sleepless night. I do not know. and would not go to bed at all. The old man returned alone to his home." "Begin with his father. if you please. and I shall shortly retire to my convent. the persons of whom you are about to speak. "Edmond related to me everything until the moment when he was arrested in a small cabaret close to Marseilles. and I. "I am a priest. "Well. "Edmond talked to me a great deal about the old man for whom he had the deepest love. `It is really well. and paced up and down his chamber the whole day." said Caderousse.' was the old man's reply." replied the abbe. followed by four soldiers. for I was anxious that Mercedes should persuade the old man to accompany her. and they were very sad. I cannot now repeat to you. and belong to God. "Dantes himself only knew that which personally concerned him. folded up his wedding suit with tears in his eyes.http://www. I can see it all before me this moment. however." said the priest." "But did you not go up-stairs and try to console the poor old man?" asked the abbe. sir. yes. under these circumstances. shaking his head. and did not find in my ." "Was it not his betrothal feast?" "It was and the feast that began so gayly had a very sorrowful ending. The next day Mercedes came to implore the protection of M. "we cannot console those who will not be consoled. and he was one of these. I heard his sobs. sir." said Caderousse." This positive assurance seemed to give Caderousse a little courage. Recollect." "At La Reserve! Oh. Monsieur Morrel hastened to obtain the particulars. when Dantes was arrested. I know not why. in a fitting manner. but he seemed to dislike seeing me. "Make yourself easy. and hate the Jesuits. I am an Italian. entered." "The history is a sad one. the whole truth. and I could not resist my desire to go up to him. and what would he think if I did not wait here for him?' I heard all this from the window. she wished him to go with her that she might take care of him." "Yes." answered the abbe.mansioningles. and confessions die in my breast. tell the truth. or heard mention of any one of them. "I will. for he never beheld again the five persons I have named to you. for I was underneath him and heard him walking the whole night. then. and up to this point I know all. a police commissary. for if I were a father and felt such excessive grief as the old man does. and I am very glad that I have not any children. "Ah. however. I even believe I ought to undeceive you as to the friendship which poor Edmond thought so sincere and unquestionable.

because the landlord came into my apartment when he left his." replied the abbe.`Be assured. but I looked through the keyhole. he had admitted Mercedes. therefore. one from love. sir. sir. it is he who is awaiting us. a horrid event. memory or heart all he is now saying. with a shaking hand. cursing those who had caused his misery. indeed. and pressed his trembling hand against his parched throat. that believing him very ill. endeavored to console him. of hunger. why you see we leave off after a time seeing persons who are in sorrow. They both came immediately. and so at last old Dantes was left all to himself. For the first three days I heard him walking about as usual.' However well disposed a person may be. and saw him so pale and haggard. I went and told M. for I could not bear it. The door was closed. Morrel and Mercedes came to see him. Morrel bringing a doctor. "The more so." said he in a hoarse voice. and cried so that they were actually frightened." . This was M. M. does it not. and of course shall see him first.'" The abbe rose from his chair. too. he said to her." The abbe. the doctor had put him on a diet. and ordered him a limited diet. "I am as certain of it as that we two are Christians. when." The abbe uttered a kind of groan. At length the poor old fellow reached the end of all he had. and then resumed his seat. he begged for another week. "This was." "Mercedes came again. and that he sold by degrees what he had to pay for his subsistence. "The story interests you. at length (after nine days of despair and fasting). and. but his door was closed. making a sign to the Catalan that he had left his purse on the chimney-piece. "and remember too. I should throw myself into the sea at once. he owed three quarters' rent.mansioningles. which was granted to him. and they threatened to turn him out. `If you ever see my Edmond again. for I am the oldest. in spite of her own grief and despair. But availing himself of the doctor's order. Tell me." "Tell me of those men. seized a glass of water that was standing by him halffull. sir?" inquired Caderousse. One day. but." said the abbe. but I guessed what these bundles were. and the doctor said it was inflammation of the bowels. but the old man resisted. I know this. Morrel went away. -. the old man died. they make one melancholy. swallowed it at one gulp. Morrel's wish also. and the other from ambition. M. From that time he received all who came. "it is very affecting." he added in an almost menacing tone. I was there. I am quite happy. who are these men who killed the son with despair. he is dead. my dear daughter. Morrel and then ran on to Mercedes. I then resolved to go up to him at all risks. and she found him so altered that she was even more anxious than before to have him taken to her own home. he would not make any answer.'" "Poor father!" murmured the priest. and instead of expecting him. and the poor girl. "Yes. made two turns round the chamber.La Mansión del Inglés . who would fain have conveyed the old man against his consent. on the fourth I heard nothing. Mercedes remained. with red eyes and pale cheeks. "And you believe he died" -"Of hunger. contrary to his custom. the old man would not take any sustenance." said Caderousse. and more and more solitary. and I only saw from time to time strangers go up to him and come down again with some bundle they tried to hide. as it was men's and not God's doing.Fernand and Danglars. "From day to day he lived on alone. sir. "you have promised to tell me everything.http://www. tell him I die blessing him. although I was certain he was at home. by his bedside. and saying to Mercedes. and I never shall forget the old man's smile at this prescription. and the father with famine?" "Two men jealous of him. he had an excuse for not eating any more. and M." "How was this jealousy manifested? Speak on. -.

then -. and Fernand who put it in the post. and if they find this letter upon him. but in order to have known everything so well." replied Caderousse. -. but it was not criminal. `and did really put in to the Island of Elba. "But he knows it all now. that on the second restoration he was persecuted as a Bonapartist. "You have two or three times mentioned a M." "Yes. and then resumed his seat." "And what part did he play in this sad drama?" inquired the abbe. you must have seen plain enough what they had been doing. he wrote. "The part of an honest man. Twenty times he interceded for Edmond. and he added quickly. sir." "It was Danglars who wrote the denunciation with his left hand. the day before the betrothal feast. woman. I swear to you. though you were present when Dantes was arrested." said the abbe. nothing. I am expiating a moment of selfishness. "who told you I was there?" The abbe saw he had overshot the mark. but Danglars restrained me." There was a brief silence." replied the priest. if he is really charged with a letter for the Bonapartist committee at Paris." "I understand -. "Well.'twas so. "I was there. the abbe rose and paced up and down pensively." exclaimed the abbe suddenly." "I!" said Caderousse. I said all that a man in such a state could say. but they both assured me that it was a jest they were carrying allowed matters to take their course. "you were there yourself." said the abbe. and perfectly harmless.http://www. how well did you judge men and things!" "What did you please to say. you must have been an eye-witness. `If he should really be guilty." " "They denounced Edmond as a Bonapartist agent. sir. sir?" asked Caderousse." answered Caderousse. because this action." he said. "who was he?" "The owner of the Pharaon and patron of Dantes.' I confess I had my fears. "they say the dead know everything. true!" said Caderousse in a choking voice. I confess. in the state in which politics then were. sir." "Which of the two denounced him? Which was the real delinquent?" "Both." "Sir." "He did not know. Edmond is dead. When the emperor returned. I was there. "and remorse preys on me night and day. is no doubt the cause of my abject condition. one with a letter."No one. full of courage and real regard. I often ask pardon of God.La Mansión del Inglés . It was cowardly. implored. and so energetically. the only one with which I have seriously to reproach myself in all my life. when she complains." "And did you not remonstrate against such infamy?" asked the abbe. Ten .'" And Caderousse bowed his head with every sign of real day." "Next day -. you were an accomplice. "if not." murmured the abbe.' said he." "And where was this letter written?" "At La Reserve. Morrel. "they had made me drink to such an excess that I nearly lost all perception. astonished. sir. "go on." interrupted Caderousse. I had only an indistinct understanding of what was passing around me. and thus to accuse yourself is to deserve pardon." "But. "Oh. and very anxious to speak. it is the will of God. Faria. sir. Faria." "Unfortunately. and I held my tongue. and has not pardoned me." "Yes. then. `Hold your tongue. "Nothing. that was all. those who have supported him will pass for his accomplices. threatened.mansioningles. yet you said nothing." "'Twas so. and the other put it in the post. and so I always say to La Carconte. that his writing might not be recognized. "you have spoken unreservedly.

and they have made him a baron. During the war with Spain he was employed in the commissariat of the French army. "is M. I shall die of hunger. only augments his sorrows. as you may suppose. and. and I know not how many millions in his strongbox. without doing harm to any one. but if a large fortune produces happiness. while Fernand and Danglars are rolling in wealth." added Caderousse. and there would be an end. with my poor wife dying of fever before my very eyes.walls have ears but no tongue. six footmen in his ante-chamber. If this ship founders.La Mansión del Inglés ." "And Fernand?" . and the night or two before his death. as he had lived. who left him a widower. I. like the others. he left Marseilles. who never did a bad action but that I have told you of -. and made a fortune. Morrel. "What! M. the instigator. he has married a second time. while honest men have been reduced to misery. he is a ruined man. "And it is thus heaven recompenses virtue. "he is happy. who through everything has behaved like an angel. and was taken." "And has the unfortunate man wife or children?" inquired the abbe. as cashier into a Spanish bank. after five and twenty years of labor. having first married his banker's daughter. Danglars is happy. happy as myself. then with that money he speculated in the funds. and which is expected from the Indies with a cargo of cochineal and indigo. sir. M. with ten horses in his stables. "so it is. Morrel still alive?" "Yes.http://www." replied Caderousse." asked the abbe. "Yes. "You see. and. If he were alone in the world he would blow out his brains." "How?" "Yes. He is a millionaire. after having acquired a most honorable name in the trade of Marseilles. a widow." "Ah!" said the abbe. a Madame de in destitution." "Happy? Who can answer for that? Happiness or unhappiness is the secret known but to one's self and the walls -. in a peculiar tone. made of red silk. de Servieux." "Horrible!" ejaculated the priest. "In that case." Caderousse smiled bitterly. a son. and his only hope now is in that very Pharaon which poor Dantes commanded. "he should be rich. with which they paid the old man's debts. and now he is the Baron Danglars. and so Edmond's father died." continued Caderousse.nay. he came to see Dantes' father. a lieutenant in the army. Morrel is utterly ruined." replied the abbe." said he." "And. and offered to receive him in his own house. with a fine residence in the Rue de Mont-Blanc. he has lost five ships in two years. who did not know his crime. "Yes. I have the purse still by me -. all this. instead of lessening. he has. the king's chamberlain. as old Dantes did." "What has become of Danglars. he left his purse on the mantelpiece. and therefore the most guilty?" "What has become of him? Why. has suffered by the bankruptcy of three large houses. Morrel unhappy?" exclaimed the abbe." "How is that?" "Because their deeds have brought them good fortune. he has a wife. on the recommendation of M. as I told you. and buried him decently. he is almost at the point of dishonor. but whose family now will not allow him to wed the daughter of a ruined man. he has a daughter.a large one.mansioningles. who was about to marry the man she loved. and trebled or quadrupled his capital. who is in high favor at court. times. "He is reduced almost to the last extremity -. and I unable to do anything in the world for her. daughter of M. as I have already said. besides.

but his action was rewarded by the Bourbons.inquired the abbe. Fernand was enrolled in the active troop. Fernand agreed to do so. Greece only had risen against Turkey. rendered such services in this brief campaign that. Some days before the return of the emperor. got on very intimate terms with him. as you know.that is to say. without protecting them openly. who is in the highest favor. Paris. and.http://www. I went too. then. as you know. Fernand's career was checked by the long peace which seemed likely to endure throughout Europe. and being sent to Spain to ascertain the feeling of his fellow-countrymen. gave countenance to volunteer assistance. he said. "yes. much the same story. The Bourbons left him quietly enough at the Catalans. Fernand sought and obtained leave to go and serve in Greece. Fernand was a Spaniard.he has both fortune and position -. "Yes." "And it has staggered everybody. but Napoleon returned. "And Mercedes -. it was stated that the Comte de Morcerf (this was the name he bore) had entered the service of Ali Pasha with the rank of instructor-general. was accorded to him. The war with Spain being ended. received promises and made pledges on his own part. Fernand would have been court-martialed if Napoleon had remained on the throne." said Caderousse. a special levy was made. and had just married my poor wife." "Destiny! destiny!" murmured the abbe. and had begun her war of independence. after the taking of Trocadero. deserted his post. still having his name kept on the army roll. 27. with which he returned to France.both. sir -." "But how could a poor Catalan fisher-boy. and as the protection of the "Fernand? Why. with an ironical smile." continued Caderousse. all eyes were turned towards Athens -. when he was gazetted lieutenant-general. then. went to the frontier with his regiment. The French government." "So that now?" -. but listen: this was not all. at the time when Danglars made his early speculations." "This must be impossible!" "It would seem so. "he owns a magnificent house -. and followed the general. I was only sent to the coast. but listen. hesitated for a was the fashion to pity and support the Greeks. "Mercedes is at this moment one of the greatest ladies in Paris. guided his regiment by paths known to himself alone through the mountain gorges which were held by the royalists. he was made colonel. as the sun disappears. by what visible steps has he attained this high fortune or high position?" "Both. and you will understand." "But." replied Caderousse.La Mansión del Inglés . but before he died he recompensed the services of Fernand by leaving him a considerable sum. without education or resources.No. making an effort at self-control. Rue du Helder." "Has she made a fortune also?" inquired the abbe. There must have been in his life some strange secret that no one knows. found Danglars there. to rise the next day with still more splendor. won over the support of the royalists at the capital and in the provinces. "So that now. Fernand was drafted. That same night the general was to go over to the English. and was at the battle of Ligny. in fact. Some time after. He returned to France with the epaulet of sub-lieutenant. The night after that battle he was sentry at the door of a general who carried on a secret correspondence with the enemy.mansioningles." The abbe opened his mouth. during the Spanish war -. Ali Pasha was killed. make a fortune? I confess this staggers me. he was a captain in 1823. He proposed to Fernand to accompany him. . and Fernand was compelled to join. but as I was older than Fernand.they tell me that she has disappeared?" "Disappeared. and received the title of count and the cross of an officer of the Legion of Honor.

and then. Mercedes was married. which she had always repelled before when it was suggested to her by another." said the abbe. no companionship save that of an old man who was dying with despair. more happy. and when he learned of the old man's death he returned. that what you tell me seems less astonishing than it otherwise might. and seeing at last a friend. Three months passed and still she wept -." continued Caderousse. dressed in the uniform of a sublieutenant." "The very church in which she was to have married Edmond. But I have seen things so extraordinary. "Her son?" said he. and whom she regarded as her brother. where Fernand had left her. perchance. "but although in the eyes of the world she appeared calm. Another possessed all Mercedes' heart. with a bitter smile. eighteen months before. "Yes. after long hours of solitary sorrow. after a day of accustomed vigil at the angle of two roads leading to Marseilles from the Catalans. One evening. "Yes. as I have told you.for I saw at this time he was in constant dread of Edmond's return -Fernand was very anxious to get his wife away. This was the departure of Fernand -. de Villefort." said the abbe. and wrung her hands in agony. "the marriage took place in the church of Accoules. And then. "little Albert. she was attending to the education of her son. had disappeared. Mercedes begged for six months more in which to await and mourn for Edmond." replied Caderousse.' The old man died." "Did you ever see Mercedes again?" inquired the "Go on. but which was only joy at being no longer alone in the world. her devotion to the elder Dantes.he was only not precisely loved. In the midst of her despair. where. Fernand. Mercedes. at the second he reminded her that he loved her. He was now a lieutenant. I have told you of her attempts to propitiate M." murmured the priest. Mercedes seized Fernand's hands with a transport which he took for love. too. she returned to her home more depressed than ever. it must be confessed. Fernand had never been hated -.La Mansión del Inglés . a new affliction overtook her. Fernand went. had not become the wife of another. `Our Edmond is dead. for he would have been there to reproach her infidelity. and Fernand. turned anxiously around.'" "Six months afterwards. whose crime she did not know. thy name is woman." proceeded Caderousse. he would return to us. "it seems as if I were listening to the story of a dream. if he were not. the door opened. Fernand saw this.of Fernand. Suddenly she heard a step she knew. during the Spanish war. and eight days after the wedding they left Marseilles. What more could the most devoted lover desire?" Then he murmured the words of the English poet. There were too many unpleasant possibilities associated with the Catalans. had he lived. that other was absent. but the thought. but it seemed as if a part of her past life had returned to her. "there was only a change of bride-grooms. no news of Fernand. the betrothal had been celebrated with him whom she might have known she still loved had she looked to the bottom of her heart. old Dantes incessantly said to her. at Perpignan. and Mercedes remained alone. At this last thought Mercedes burst into a flood of tears. came now in full force upon her mind.mansioningles." "So that. perhaps was dead." "Mercedes was at first in the deepest despair at the blow which deprived her of Edmond. but not more at his ease -." . she nearly fainted as she passed La Reserve." " news of Edmond. "that makes eighteen months in all." The abbe started. "`Frailty. It was not the one she wished for most. stood before her. and to depart himself.http://www. At his first coming he had not said a word of love to Mercedes.

"Yet. Take the diamond. So I went to Danglars. he never was a friend of mine." he continued. Morrel left on old Dantes' . my friend." "How was that?" "As I went away a purse fell at my feet -." replied the abbe.and behold -. sir." said Caderousse. then. she is rich. who at once shut the blind. "What makes you believe this?" "Why." "What. "In exchange. putting out one hand timidly. I understood from Edmond that she was the daughter of a simple fisherman. and soon after left Marseilles. withdrew his hand. "did he know so little of his lovely betrothed? Mercedes might have been a queen. assist me. "she must have received an education herself. for me only?" cried Caderousse.everything. sir.a proof!" As he spoke. take this diamond. I only know that some time after Edmond's arrest." continued Caderousse. if the crown were to be placed on the heads of the loveliest and most intelligent. no doubt he has been as lucky as the rest. and she developed with his growing fortune. the abbe took the diamond from his pocket. I believe. she is not happy. no doubt he is as rich as Danglars. I called on Fernand."Here. -. and yet" -." "Then you did not see either of them?" "No. Edmond had one friend only. "God may seem sometimes to forget for a time. She learned drawing." continued the abbe." "You are mistaken. who touched the diamond. while his justice reposes. "give me the red silk purse that M. but in exchange -. and I repeat my wish that this sum may suffice to release you from your wretchedness. and I had nothing to ask of him. but there always comes a moment when he remembers -." Caderousse. that she might forget. do not make a jest of the happiness or despair of a man.http://www. and she only filled her head in order to alleviate the weight on her heart." "Oh. as high in station as Fernand. music -. it is worth fifty thousand francs. but Madame de Morcerf saw me. he married Mademoiselle de Saint-Meran. my friend. "Oh. "But. between ourselves." said Caderousse."Oh. contained five and twenty louis. who would not even receive me. I thought my old friends would." replied Caderousse. "ah. I raised my head quickly. sir. to be able to instruct her child. Fernand's fortune was already waxing great. But now her position in life is assured. and I never make a jest of such feelings. said. sir. I did not know him. and forgotten. it is yours. who sent me a hundred francs by his valet-de-chambre. beautiful but uneducated. she did this in order to distract her mind. Take it. then. "And yet what?" asked the abbe. a countess. "no doubt fortune and honors have comforted her. and thus it cannot be divided.Caderousse paused. -." "And M. and giving it to Caderousse. I only. and saw Mercedes. Besides.La Mansión del Inglés . have remained poor.mansioningles." "Oh. and sell it. I am sure. de Villefort?" asked the abbe. and the share he had in Edmond's misfortunes?" "No. and with the other wiping away the perspiration which bedewed his brow." "I know what happiness and what despair are. do not jest with me!" "This diamond was to have been shared among his friends." "Do you not know what became of him. perhaps. The abbe smiled. when I found myself utterly destitute. as you see.

"False!" he muttered. "you would have done. "we will soon find out." The abbe rose. "all you have told me is perfectly true. went toward a large oaken cupboard. "What? That he has given the diamond to us only?" inquired Caderousse. more and more astonished. and I may believe it in every particular." The abbe with difficulty got away from the enthusiastic thanks of Caderousse. and gave the abbe a long purse of faded red silk." cried Caderousse. "for no one knew that Edmond had given you this diamond. When Caderousse turned around. sir." said the abbe to himself. The day after that in which the scene we have just described had taken place on the road between Bellegarde and Beaucaire. and I will show it to them. here it is. "Oh.http://www. "'Tis well. sir." replied Caderousse. and in return gave Caderousse the diamond." he said. nankeen trousers. and may this money profit you! Adieu. "yes. who kept uttering his loud farewells. once more saluted the innkeeper." and Caderousse left the house in haste. dressed in a bright blue frock coat. The abbe took it. and then said. my faith as a Christian. which he placed on the red handkerchief tied round his head. and I shall be back in two hours." said he. connected with the house of Morrel & Son. "Is. having the appearance and accent of an Englishman. I go far from men who thus so bitterly injure each other." Caderousse. "in this corner is a crucifix in holy wood -. opened it. I will swear to you by my soul's salvation." "See. "I am chief clerk of the house of Thomson & French. and I will swear upon it with my hand on the crucifix. "False! Why should that man give me a false diamond?" "To get your secret without paying for it." said the abbe. in a gloomy voice. you are a man of God. took his hat and gloves. round which were two copper runners that had once been chimney-piece. opened the door himself. then. "Suppose it's false?" Caderousse started and turned pale. then. convinced by his manner and tone that Caderousse spoke the truth. half bewildered with joy." The woman gazed at it a moment. open this book. of Rome. and a white waistcoat. "it is a large sum of money. and you might have kept it. Look after the house. wife. We are. and then returned by the road he had travelled in coming." "Which. there are always jewellers from Paris there." "In what way?" "Why. but it is not a fortune.La Mansión del Inglés .mansioningles. and have been these ten years." Chapter 28 The Prison Register. and we are a .here on this shelf is my wife's testament. We have a hundred thousand francs or thereabouts loaned on their securities. you blockhead!" Caderousse remained for a moment aghast under the weight of such an idea. got out and mounted his horse. and as the recording angel will tell it to the ear of God at the day of the last judgment!" "'Tis well. and ran rapidly in the direction opposite to that which the priest had taken. a man of about thirty or two and thirty. I have told everything to you as it occurred. all that I have heard really true?" she inquired. "Sir. of Marseilles. nothing more true! See. presented himself before the mayor of Marseilles. taking up his hat. paler and trembling more than ever. he saw behind him La Carconte. and which you tell me is still in your hands. "Fifty thousand francs!" muttered La Carconte when left alone. "Oh!" he said. "Well. the fair is on at Beaucaire.

I consider it lost. 15. de Boville feared to lose. you will not realize six per cent of this sum. and said." "That's no affair of mine. I ought to tell you that. but it is not for me. as mayor. The Englishman. who was to be married in a fortnight. and the other half on the 15th of next month. A ray of joy passed across M. I believe. Morrel. -. and then said. for two hundred thousand francs. he has. and suffered by three or four bankruptcies. on perceiving him. Ask of me. which seemed to indicate that it was not the first time he had been in his presence. "your fears are unfortunately but too well founded. de Boville. in whose name I act. made his bow and went away. "I know very well that during the last four or five years misfortune has seemed to pursue M. de Boville was in his private room. "that is the affair of the house of Thomson & French. address yourself to M. did not allow either his memory or his imagination to stray to the past. and you see before you a man in despair. "Oh. and the Englishman." replied the mayor. de Boville. you will most probably find him better informed than myself. I!" "But at a tremendous discount. perhaps. as this is a greater amount than mine. and if there be any grounds for apprehension. Morrel. and I shall say that he is a man honorable to the last degree. and he has been here within the last half-hour to tell me that if his ship. half on the 15th of this month. some motive to serve in ."From which it would appear. of course?" "No. then. in all probability. Rue de Nouailles. sir. proceeding with a characteristic British stride towards the street mentioned. "does not do things in that way." The Englishman seemed to appreciate this extreme delicacy. two hundred thousand francs in Morrel's hands. and who has up to this time fulfilled every engagement with scrupulous punctuality." said the Englishman. made a gesture of surprise. de Boville's countenance. that it was evident all the faculties of his mind. although I am a creditor myself to the amount of ten thousand francs. what is my opinion of M. I will buy it of you!" "You?" "Yes. with the coolness of his nation. express from Rome.La Mansión del Inglés . As to M. I have come. de Boville despairingly. They have. therefore. addressed him in terms nearly similar to those with which he had accosted the mayor of Marseilles.mansioningles. and these two hundred thousand francs were payable." "It looks more like bankruptcy!" exclaimed M. yet he made an effort at self-control. to give any information as to the state of his finances." "Well. He has lost four or five vessels. these two hundred thousand francs were the dowry of my daughter. de Boville." And the Englishman drew from his pocket a bundle of bank-notes. if you wish to learn little uneasy at reports that have reached us that the firm is on the brink of ruin. No. This is all I can say. -"Sir. the Pharaon." added the Englishman with a laugh." "Sir. sir. M. "this looks very much like a suspension of payment. which might have been twice the sum M." exclaimed M." "But. did not come into port on the 15th. absorbed in the thought which occupied him at the moment. he would be wholly unable to make this payment." "And you will pay" -"Ready money. sir. I had informed M. that this credit inspires you with considerable apprehension?" "To tell you the truth. The Englishman appeared to reflect a moment. Our house. to ask you for information." replied the Englishman. he was in such a state of despair. I had two hundred thousand francs placed in the hands of Morrel & Son. Morrel of my desire to have these payments punctually.http://www. the inspector of prisons.

I was educated at home by a poor devil of an abbe.http://www. but what sort of madness was it?" "He pretended to know of an immense treasure." "Oh." "This tunnel was dug.last February." "Oh. the abbe's dungeon was forty or fifty feet distant from that of one of Bonaparte's emissaries. I recollect him perfectly. That man made a deep impression on hastening the ruin of a rival firm. that is perfectly just." cried M.mansioningles. with an intention of escape?" . sir. and we could only go into his dungeon with a file of soldiers." "You are the inspector of prisons?" "I have been so these fourteen years." "You keep the registers of entries and departures?" "I do. sir.La Mansión del Inglés . no doubt." "Very possibly. "he was crazy. or made them." he interposed. "Yes.and he is dead?" "Yes. de Boville. I only ask a brokerage.five per cent. he was. I shall never forget his countenance!" The Englishman smiled imperceptibly. "I myself had occasion to see this man in 1816 or 1817. or even more? Whatever you say." "I recollect this. I have since learned that he was confined in the Chateau d'If. de Boville." "Name it." "So they said." replied the Englishman. to recollect dates so well. and do not do such things -. "I am like my house. -." "What was his name?" "The Abbe Faria. that this Edmond Dantes had procured tools.three -. that I am ready to hand you over this sum in exchange for your assignment of the debt. because the poor devil's death was accompanied by a singular incident. which a close observer would have been astonished at discovering in his phlegmatic countenance. de Boville. will you have two -. is." "May I ask what that was?" said the Englishman with an expression of curiosity. for they found a tunnel through which the prisoners held communication with one another. "The commission is usually one and a half. sir. sir." "Well. decidedly. "Oh dear. laughing." "Indeed!" said the Englishman. yes. sir. -. five or six months ago of those who had contributed the most to the return of the usurper in 1815." "To these registers there are added notes relative to the prisoners?" "There are special reports on every prisoner. "that the two dungeons" -"Were separated by a distance of fifty feet." "Of course. sir. who disappeared suddenly." "Sir." "Poor devil! -. and offered vast sums to the government if they would liberate him. the commission I ask is quite different. It appears. "And you say. and I should like to learn some particulars of his death." "You have a good memory. sir. but it appears that this Edmond Dantes" -"This dangerous man's name was" -"Edmond Dantes.a very resolute and very dangerous man. But all I know. I beg." replied M." cried M.

took his place in the sack in which they had sewed up the corpse. "Well. He. after fastening a thirty-six pound cannon-ball to their feet." said the Englishman. it really seems to me very curious. and threw him into the sea. each file of papers its place." said the Englishman. de Boville's study. no doubt." remarked the Englishman. Excuse me. Dantes' relations. So. "at the end of his teeth."no matter. this Dantes saw a means of accelerating his escape." And they both entered M. and he conveyed the dead man into his own cell. and I will show it to you. You understand. you wish to see all relating to the poor abbe. and. by his own act disembarrassed the government of the fears it had on his account. I suppose?" inquired the Englishman. he was a very dangerous man. "he was drowned?" "Unquestionably. indeed. "Yes. the Abbe Faria had an attack of catalepsy." "So be it.http://www. in supreme good-humor at the certainty of recovering his two hundred thousand francs. and he laughed too." "The Chateau d'If has no cemetery. each register had its number. might have some interest in knowing if he were dead or alive. de Boville. the mortuary deposition. who really was gentleness itself. and they simply throw the dead into the sea. sir." "Well." continued the Englishman who first gained his composure. they may do so with easy conscience. sir. if he had any. yes." "Excuse you for what? For the story? By no means. if there were anything to inherit from him. yes. this story has diverted our attention from them." "Oh. -." "That would have been difficult." "How was that?" "How? Do you not comprehend?" "No. Everything was here arranged in perfect order." "It was a bold step." "No matter." And he shouted with laughter." observed the Englishman as if he were slow of comprehension. and died." continued the inspector of prisons.La Mansión del Inglés ." "True." "Go into my study here." "Really!" exclaimed the Englishman." "Yes." "That must have cut short the projects of escape. "Yes." "So that the governor got rid of the dangerous and the crazy prisoner at the same time?" "Precisely. sir. "As I have already told you.mansioningles. and no mistake about "No doubt. "You may imagine the amazement of the fugitive when he found himself flung headlong over the rocks! I should like to have seen his face at that moment. and awaited the moment of interment. yes." "But some official document was drawn up as to this affair. on the contrary." "For the dead man. "but not for the survivor. I can fancy it." "And so. they fastened a thirty-six pound ball to his feet." replied De Boville. but he laughed as the English do. thought that prisoners who died in the Chateau d'If were interred in an ordinary burial-ground." "Yes. but unfortunately for the prisoners." replied M. and one that showed some courage. and they may have the fact attested whenever they please. fortunately. "But to return to these registers. "So can I. you will much oblige me. He is dead. The inspector begged the Englishman to seat ." "So that now.

was in Villefort's handwriting. while De Boville seated himself in a corner. found it impossible to give any effect to the interest he had felt. the Englishman understood that it might have been added by some inspector who had taken a momentary interest in Dantes' situation.La Mansión del Inglés . giving him all the time he desired for the examination. This petition to Napoleon. To be kept in strict solitary confinement. de Boville. and I will hand you over the money. under the second restoration. "I have all I want." But it must be said that if he had seen it. had seated himself in a corner. Instead of that air of life. As to the note which accompanied this. he attached so little importance to this scrap of paper." said the latter. however irregular it might be. from the remarks we have quoted. and which had the postmark. "Marseilles. but it seemed that the history which the inspector had related interested him greatly. exaggerated with the best intentions (for Napoleon was then on the throne) the services Dantes had rendered to the imperial cause -. the inspector. read the examination. and was reading Le Drapeau Blanc. An inveterate Bonapartist. would have found a great change. He folded up the accusation quietly. 27th Feb. perused. had become. examination.M. and had returned at this date. There he found everything arranged in due order. -. placed in a bracket against his name: -Edmond Dantes." He compared the writing in the bracket with the writing of the certificate placed beneath Morrel's petition. and put it as quietly in his pocket. and to be closely watched and guarded. who took it without ceremony. but who had. de Villefort's marginal notes. He was no longer astonished when he searched on to find in the register this note. well acquainted with the interior of Morrel's warehouse. M. and placed before him the register and documents relative to the Chateau d' himself in an arm-chair. from discretion. and quickly drew up the required assignment. Chapter 29 The House of Morrel & Son. kept back by Villefort. Morrel's petition." He rose. acknowledge therein the receipt of the cash. "Thanks. a terrible weapon against him in the hands of the king's attorney. that he would not have opposed whatever the Englishman might do. Then he saw through the whole which Villefort's certificates rendered indispensable. by the deputy procureur's advice. in which Morrel. The Englishman easily found the entries relative to the Abbe Faria. took an active part in the return from the Island of Elba. delivery 6 o'clock. and began to read his newspaper. too. 1815.that is to say. and saw that the name of Noirtier was not mentioned in it. and so much importance to his two hundred thousand francs. Give me a simple assignment of your debt.. He did not see the Englishman fold up and place in his pocket the accusation written by Danglars under the arbor of La Reserve. and that he might not disturb the Abbe Faria's pupil in his researches. and discovered that the note in the bracket was the some writing as the certificate -. Beneath these lines was written in another hand: "See note above -. while the Englishman counted out the bank-notes on the other side of the desk. for after having perused the first documents he turned over the leaves until he reached the deposition respecting Edmond Dantes. now it is for me to perform my promise. P. Any one who had quitted Marseilles a few years previously.the accusation.nothing can be done. the application dated 10th April. As we have said. of comfort.http://www. closing the register with a slam. and of happiness that permeates a . gave his seat to M.

fearing lest the report of his distress should get bruited abroad at Marseilles when he was known to be reduced to such an extremity. but two remained. was no longer to be had. and the one hundred thousand francs due on the 15th of the next month to M. of whose departure he had learnt from a vessel which had weighed anchor at the same time. and a most singular change had taken place in his position. Morrel. Cocles was the only one unmoved. Cocles had detected an overbalance of fourteen sous in his cash. one would have immediately perceived all aspect of sadness and gloom. Morrel. good. had been in for a fortnight. Such was the state of affairs when. presented himself at M. de Boville. that it seemed as impossible to him that the house should stop payment. and to meet the one hundred thousand francs due on the 10th of the present month. for this eulogium of M. Nothing had as yet occurred to shake Cocles' belief. Morrel's daughter. this young man was alarmed by the appearance of every new face. One was a young man of three or four and twenty. Morrel's service. came from Calcutta. the same Cocles. himself the pearl of the honest men of Marseilles. Cocles had seen them go without thinking of inquiring the cause of their departure. re-echoing with the cries and the jokes of porters. Credit. threw them into an almost empty drawer. and. and which had already arrived in harbor. and the same evening he had brought them to M. M. devoted. he had collected all his resources. which he had at his fingers' ends. de Boville. as it would to a miller that the river that had so long turned his mill should cease to flow. Emmanuel received him. the last month's payment had been made with the most scrupulous exactitude. he had at the same time risen to the rank of cashier. so all the numerous clerks had by degrees deserted the office and the warehouse. and sunk to the rank of a servant. while no intelligence had been received of the Pharaon. but his resources were now exhausted. He was. Like the rats that one by one forsake the doomed ship even before the vessel weighs anchor. and had remained with him in spite of the efforts of his friends to induce him to withdraw." or "Cock-eye. Cocles remained in M. But this did not arise from a want of affection. in reality. patient.instead of merry faces at the windows. but inflexible on the subject of arithmetic. the confidential clerk of the house of Thomson & French of Rome. for every new face might be that of a new creditor. called "Cocles. in all probability. But since the end of the month M. But this vessel which. and strong in the multiplication-table. Morrel had. from a firm conviction. In the midst of the disasters that befell the house. who was in love with M. busy clerks hurrying to and fro in the long corridors -. Morrel's. with a melancholy smile. saying: -"Thanks. you are the pearl of cashiers " Cocles went away perfectly happy. he went to the Beaucaire fair to sell his wife's and daughter's jewels and a portion of his plate. on the contrary. and which had so completely replaced his real name that he would not. owing to the reports afloat. no matter what scheme or what trap was laid to catch him. come in anxiety to . who." a nickname given him by the young men who used to throng this vast now almost deserted bee-hive. the other was an old one-eyed cashier. Everything was as we have said. Cocles. the day after his interview with M.La Mansión del Inglés . and during twenty years he had always seen all payments made with such exactitude. the only point on which he would have stood firm against the world. even against flourishing and prosperous business establishment -. no hope but the return of the Pharaon.instead of the court filled with bales of goods.http://www.mansioningles. like the Pharaon. In order to meet the payments then due. By this means the end of the month was passed. have replied to any one who addressed him by it. Morrel. Out of all the numerous clerks that used to fill the deserted corridor and the empty office. Morrel had passed many an anxious hour. however. a question of arithmetic to Cocles. flattered him more than a present of fifty crowns.

"you wish to speak to me?" "Yes. Cocles. sir. monsieur. who. at least. Morrel does not know my name." said the Englishman. and summoned Cocles. so my cashier tells me. "you hold bills of mine?" "Yes. in his thirty-sixth year at the opening of this history. and when he had seen him seated. Morrel's apartment. but the stranger declared that he had nothing to say to M. he placed the money in my hands at four and a half per cent nearly five years ago. while Cocles. "Yes." "He has told you rightly.000 francs to pay this month in France. with whom your father does business. his hair had turned white. and found Morrel seated at a table. opened a second door. "an assignment of 200. The Englishman looked at him with an air of curiosity. turning over the formidable columns of his ledger. was now irresolute and wandering. this worthy gentleman has only to announce the confidential clerk of the house of Thomson & French of Rome." said the young girl hesitatingly. mademoiselle.500 francs payable shortly." said Morrel. and offered a seat to the stranger." "What is the amount?" asked Morrel with a voice he strove to render firm. She entered the office where Emmanuel was. and now here are 32. as if he feared being forced to fix his attention on some particular thought or person. Emmanuel.000 francs to our house by M. and for a considerable sum. resumed his own chair. wishing to spare his employer the pain of this interview. On the staircase they met a beautiful girl of sixteen or seventeen. "Go and see." "It will be useless to announce me. once so firm and penetrating. announce this gentleman." Morrel sighed deeply. M. whose uneasiness was increased by this examination. and if my father is there. while the stranger and Cocles continued to mount the staircase.000 or 400. the inspector of prisons. which was covered with perspiration. knowing your strict punctuality. and to employ the money otherwise." The young girl turned pale and continued to descend. de Boville. returned and signed to him that he could enter. taking a quantity of papers from his pocket.mansioningles. Morrel closed the ledger. they are all signed by you. Morrel in person." said Morrel. of course. and the stranger followed him. and that his business was with M. Cocles appeared. and. You acknowledge. "Monsieur. questioned the new-comer.http://www. was now in his fiftieth. "Here is. "M." "Just so. at least. Emmanuel sighed. "M. and after having left the clerk of the house of Thomson & French alone. is he not. by the aid of a key he possessed. you are aware from whom I come?" "The house of Thomson & question the head of the house. who looked with anxiety at the stranger. I think so. Mademoiselle Julie?" said the cashier. arose. The young man. which he closed behind him.La Mansión del Inglés ." "When are you to pay?" "Half the 15th of this month. Cocles went first. opened a door in the corner of a landing-place on the second staircase. which contained the list of his liabilities." . to whom they are due. and assigned to our house by the holders. evidently mingled with interest. conducted the stranger into an ante-chamber. that you owe this sum to him?" "Yes. and charged me as they became due to present them. have collected all the bills bearing your signature. and the young man bade him conduct the stranger to M. At the sight of the stranger. The house of Thomson & French had 300. "So then." returned the Englishman. Morrel is in his room. time and sorrow had ploughed deep furrows on his brow. and passed his hand over his forehead. Fourteen years had changed the worthy merchant. half the 15th of next. and his look. The Englishman entered.

" "Perhaps she has spoken the Pharaon." continued he." "And it is not yours?" "No." "I know it. "a straightforward answer should be given. if. but if the Pharaon should be lost. tell me fairly." said he. already used to misfortune. and brings you some tidings of her?" "Shall I tell you plainly one thing. "In business." murmured the Englishman. -. "What is the meaning of that noise?" "Oh.mansioningles. of which I have been the victim. she is a Bordeaux vessel. "conceal from you. The Pharaon left Calcutta the 5th February. "I will not. Yes." returned Morrel. yet the report is current in Marseilles that you are not able to meet your liabilities. I have for the end of the month these bills which have been assigned to us by the house of Pascal. as I hope." said he." replied the Englishman. and this last resource be gone" -. and half-stifled sobs." "But one." "What is that?" said the Englishman. who had himself conducted it for five and thirty years -." said Morrel. shall you pay these with the same punctuality?" Morrel shuddered. "then you have but one hope. "Two hundred and eighty-seven thousand five hundred francs. La Gironde." "It is true." said he.never has anything bearing the signature of Morrel & Son been dishonored. "up to this time -. "Sir. sir? I dread almost as much to receive any tidings of my vessel as to remain in doubt. a vessel was coming into port.completely ruined!" "As I was on my way here. "Yes. sir. "if this last resource fail you?" "Well. "what is it?" A loud noise was heard on the stairs of people moving hastily. I must habituate myself to shame. "one has no friends. "it is a cruel thing to be forced to say. uncertainty is still hope. that while your probity and exactitude up to this moment are universally acknowledged." said the other.the poor man's eyes filled with tears. in hopes of being the first to announce good news to me. who spoke with more assurance than he had hitherto shown. sir." "I know that."This delay is not natural. amounting to nearly 55. but. but she is not mine. "To questions frankly put. turning pale. my vessel arrives safely. . who still adheres to my fallen fortunes." "So that if this fail" -"I am "I recognize them. a young man. "Well." repeated he." Then in a low voice Morrel added.http://www. for the first time in his life. Morrel rose and advanced to the door. for its arrival will again procure me the credit which the numerous accidents." "Have you no friends who could assist you?" Morrel smiled mournfully. I shall pay. she comes from India also. have deprived me. whose face was suffused. only correspondents. 287. and looked at the man." replied the Englishman. in all. "But as a man of honor should answer another. -. he would be unable to honor his own signature. as he thought that. passes a part of his time in a belvidere at the top of the house." It is impossible to describe what Morrel suffered during this enumeration. he has informed me of the arrival of this ship. after a moment's silence. "Is this all?" "No.La Mansión del Inglés . oh!" cried Morrel. and the house of Wild & Turner of Marseilles." "The last?" "The last.500 francs. sir. I fear I shall be forced to suspend payment.and it is now more than four-and-twenty years since I received the direction of this house from my father. she ought to have been here a month ago.000 francs." At this almost brutal speech Morrel turned deathly pale.

`and I'll take . turned his head. bronzed by the tropical sun. who could not refrain from smiling through his tears. when Captain Gaumard comes up to me -. "for I presume you are all at the door. `Penelon.' -. He would have spoken. "Oh. M. Morrel. A key was inserted in the lock of the first door. -." A tear moistened the eye of the phlegmatic Englishman. Penelon. come in." said he. captain? Why I think that they are rising faster than they have any business to do." said he. Emmanuel stood in the centre of the chamber and seemed to form the link between Morrel's family and the sailors at the door. her eyes bathed with tears. stopped at the door. The noise had ceased. "where is the captain?" "The captain." said Morrel. which were those of several persons. "Come in." "Well. what do you think of those clouds coming up over there?' I was just then looking at them myself. father!" murmured she. father!" said she." At this instant the second door opened. Morrel trembling in every limb. `What do I think. as if he had just quitted Marseilles the previous evening. -. but his strength failed him and he sank into a chair. The young girl did not speak. but please God. Penelon.he has stayed behind sick at Palma. "courage!" "The Pharaon has gone down. balanced himself."You see." Morrel raised his two hands to heaven with an expression of resignation and sublime gratitude. and retired into the farthest and most obscure corner of the apartment. and had just returned from Aix or Toulon.http://www. my God. Julie still lay with her head on his shoulder. "There are only two persons who have the key to that door. twirling the remains of a tarpaulin between his hands. "saved by the crew of the vessel that has just entered the harbor. the stranger gazing at him with an air of profound pity." said the girl. but his voice failed him. Madame Morrel sat down by her husband and took one of his hands in hers. and sent a long jet of tobacco-juice into the antechamber. supporting himself by the arm of the chair. advanced. south-south-west after a week's calm. The two men remained opposite one another. M. "Thanks. "Draw nearer. Morrel. "Good-day. but it seemed that Morrel expected something -something had occasioned the noise. "How did this happen?" said Morrel. and you will see him in a few days all alive and hearty. "Cocles and Julie. advanced his foot. Emmanuel followed her. M. The stranger fancied he heard footsteps on the stairs." An old seaman. and began. Morrel. and something must follow. now tell your story.La Mansión del Inglés . and that they would not be so black if they didn't mean mischief." Penelon rolled his quid in his cheek. and in the antechamber were visible the rough faces of seven or eight half-naked sailors. At the sight of these men the Englishman started and advanced a step. "we were somewhere between Cape Blanc and Cape Boyador.`That's my opinion too." said the young man." returned Morrel. clasping her hands. and the creaking of hinges was audible. then?" said Morrel in a hoarse voice. "Good-day. appeared.I was at the helm I should tell you -. "forgive your child for being the bearer of evil tidings. "And the crew?" asked Morrel.mansioningles. placed his hand before his mouth. and that the footsteps. then restrained himself. Julie threw herself into his arms.and says." Morrel again changed color." said he. sailing with a fair breeze. "Saved." Scarcely had he uttered those words than Madame Morrel entered weeping bitterly. "at least thou strikest but me alone. "and tell us all about it. "Oh. but she made an affirmative sign with her head as she lay on her father's breast. Morrel rose tremblingly.' said the captain. and the young girl. it won't be much." murmured Morrel. father.

sonorous. `since we are sinking. we were three days without anything to eat or drink. give me the helm. and M. and three we had before. `we have done all in our power. we can die but once. `Take in two reefs in the tops'ls.' said he. and unexpected voice made every one start. "I should have taken four reefs in the topsails and furled the spanker.' said I. luckily the captain understood his business. but it was too late.' I gave him the helm.La Mansión del Inglés . after four hours' work.' Now.' said the captain. and descended. she perceived us." "The vessel was very old to risk that. my lads. `All hands to the pumps!' I shouted. Two inches an hour does not seem much. all hands! Take in the studding-sl's and stow the flying jib. `very well. or I don't know what's what.' He went into his cabin and came back with a brace of pistols. only two inches an hour. the more so. To the boats. Avast. `let go the bowlin's. Morrel. so I took him round the waist. Morrel will have nothing to reproach us with. and then I jumped after him.' We soon launched the boat. ten minutes after we struck our tops'ls and scudded under bare poles. but the water kept rising. is not it true. and we sailed under mizzentops'ls and to'gall'nt sails. as quick as you can. he did not descend. and then good-by to the Pharaon. not much." His firm. let us now save ourselves. and threw him into the boat.' I says.' `A gale? More than that. `Ah. it was that that did the business.http://www. haul the brace. and all eight of us got into it. "Eh. and then stared at the man who thus criticized the manoeuvres of his captain." "Well done!" said the Englishman. Penelon. but still more to his life. but still it rose. "Well. we made signals of distress. "we put the helm up to run before the tempest." said the Englishman. wait a minute. and took us all on board. and the vessel began to heel.' `I think you're right.mansioningles. Penelon put his hand over his eyes. made for us. The captain descended last. `Get along -. M. it was down. `we shall have a gale. "There's nothing gives you so much courage as good reasons.' cries the captain.' answered he. after pitching heavily for twelve hours we sprung a leak. there. haul out the reeftackles on the yards.' It was time. for just as I jumped the deck burst with a noise like the broadside of a man-of-war.'" "That was not enough for those latitudes. but in twelve hours that makes two feet. What wages are due to you?" ." said the Englishman. on the honor of a sailor. As for us. when we saw La Gironde. then the other way. and seemed to say. "I know there was no one in fault but destiny. we have tried to save the ship. that makes five. Penelon. Morrel. `Well. all hands lower the mains'l!' Five minutes after. "you see. `I still think you've got too much on.' said the captain." continued Penelon. `I think we are sinking. Morrel. we shall have a tempest. blessed be his name. `Come. let us sink. M.' `That's the example you set. "and during that time the wind had abated. `Ah. there was already three feet of water.' said the captain. sir. that the ship was sinking under us.' said the captain. `Penelon. There now. and go down into the hold.' You could see the wind coming like the dust at Montredon. It was the will of God that this should happen. a sailor is attached to his ship.' cried the captain. the squall was on us. `I will blow the brains out of the first man who leaves the pump. so that we began to think of drawing lots who should feed the yourselves. or rather. It was time. Ten minutes after she pitched forward. he would not quit the vessel. We are carrying too much canvas. spun round and round." said M. "We did better than that. `what makes you shake your head?' `Why." said the old sailor respectfully. so we did not wait to be told twice. that's the whole precautions accordingly." continued the sailor. well. `we have still too much canvas set. and the sea gone down. you fellows there?" A general murmur of approbation showed that the narrator had faithfully detailed their misfortunes and sufferings. and it seemed the more we pumped the more came in. lower the to'gall'nt sails.

"so I cannot accept your kind offer. we all say that fifty francs will be enough for us at present. Morrel. and consequently my life." "Thanks. Penelon nearly swallowed his quid. Julie gave the stranger a supplicating glance." said Morrel. under bare poles." "Do you wish for time to pay?" "A delay would save my honor." "At least. "What. the seamen followed him and Emmanuel brought up the rear. my friends. "I should have said. who went first. Morrel. like the Pharaon." said the owner to his wife and daughter. . Morrel." He made a sign to Cocles." said the poor owner mournfully. The two men were left alone. and see that my orders are executed. I hope so." "How long a delay do you wish for?" -. then. we shall meet again in a happier time. two hundred francs over as a present. besides." These last words produced a prodigious effect on the seaman." "I have no money to build ships with. "Now.Morrel reflected." "No more ships!" returned Penelon. almost overpowered. and exchanged a few words with them." added be. Penelon. we shall see each other again. and this only increases my desire to serve you. thanks!" cried Morrel gratefully." "Oh. sir." "Well" -"Well. "as for that" -"As for what?" "The money. M. "you send us away. and therefore I do not want any sailors. and that we will wait for the rest. go with them. and retired. and if you can find another employer. Emmanuel. except the few words we have mentioned. enter his service. to which he replied by a smile that an indifferent spectator would have been surprised to see on his stern features. "At another time." continued the stranger. "Well. "you have heard all. "Two months." "Enough." "Your bills. three months." "Yes." said he. at least. "leave me. but I have no more ships. but times are changed. Now go.take it. quite the contrary. then." said Penelon." Penelon turned to his companions. "take it -. "I am one of your largest creditors. "Cocles. again turning his quid.La Mansión del Inglés . are the first that will fall due." said Morrel. "well. "Yes. at least. but we will talk of it. and I do not send you away. as she left the apartment. Morrel?" asked Penelon." said M. sir!" cried Morrel. pay two hundred francs to each of these good fellows. but. don't let us talk of that. we can scud. M. and the little money that remains to me is not my own." "No more money? Then you must not pay us. Give them. sinking into a chair. no." "Well. enough!" cried Morrel. "As for that. "that a fresh and unmerited misfortune his overwhelmed you. fortunately he recovered. "leave me.http://www. M. you'll build some. and I have nothing further to tell you. you are then angry with us!" " "Oh. "I am not angry. "Let me see.mansioningles." returned the Englishman. I pray you. The two women looked at this person whose presence they had entirely forgotten. Morrel!" said he in a low voice. we'll wait for you. who had remained motionless in the corner during this scene. M. I wish to speak with this gentleman." "I see." And he glanced towards the clerk of Thomson & French." said he. you are free to do so. in which he had taken no part.

. and the poor ship-owner found himself with three months before him to collect his resources. "But. sir. thanks to the delay granted by the Englishman. was to the poor shipowner so decided a stroke of good fortune that he almost dared to believe that fate was at length grown weary of wasting her spite upon him. mademoiselle. The stranger waved his hand." "Yes. Cocles thus remained in his accustomed tranquillity. if not of "I will give you three.000 francs at the end of three months than hasten his ruin. The same day he told his wife. and have those 300." These last words were uttered in so low a tone that the stranger could not hear them. I take everything on myself. were paid by Cocles with equal punctuality.000 francs of M. and leaned against the baluster. "Do you promise?" "I swear to you I will. and a ray of hope. all Morrel's correspondents did not take this view. she pretended to be descending." asked Morrel. my friend. I shall come to receive the money. who had shown themselves so considerate towards him. who. and Morrel. at the moment when Morrel expected it least. the old ones destroyed. however. that if he had to repay on the 15th the 50. and. "Mademoiselle. with a rouleau of a hundred francs in either hand. "will the house of Thomson & French consent?" "Oh. returned to the family. and continued to descend. and. whether through envy or stupidity. In the court he found Penelon."We had better help a man who owes us nearly 300." Julie uttered a faint cry. Morrel had not only engagements with the house of Thomson & French. Unfortunately. seemed unable to make up his mind to retain them. and his daughter all that had occurred. however strange it may appear.or I shall he dead. It was Morrel alone who remembered with alarm. renew these bills up to the 5th of September. and not friends." "It is well. as he had said. sweet girl you are at present." said the stranger." "I shall expect you. and could only attribute it to some such selfish argument as this: -. To-day is the 5th of June.said she. blushed like a rose. and on the 5th of September at eleven o'clock (the hand of the clock pointed to eleven)." said the Englishman.http://www." "Yes." "Well. overwhelming him with grateful blessings." replied the stranger. Emmanuel. Continue to be the good. Adieu. When he thought the matter over.000 francs. in business he had correspondents. The bills signed by Morrel were presented at his office with scrupulous exactitude. The Englishman received his thanks with the phlegm peculiar to his nation. but in reality she was waiting for him. The bills were renewed. conducted him to the staircase. The extension provided for by the agent of Thomson & French.La Mansión del Inglés .' Do exactly what the letter bids you. and get only six or eight per cent of our money back again. and some even came to a contrary decision. sir" -." returned Julie. "I wish to speak to you. "and I will pay you -." returned Morrel. "Come with me." Chapter 30 The Fifth of September.mansioningles. and I have great hopes that heaven will reward you by giving you Emmanuel for a husband. The stranger met Julie on the stairs. "Oh." Unfortunately. "one day you will receive a letter signed `Sinbad the Sailor. he could by no means account for this generous conduct on the part of Thomson & French towards him. clasping her hands.

examined all bills presented with the usual scrutiny. engaged on board some other vessel. the house opened as usual. and thus his bashfulness arose from the fact of his not having. was the astonishment when at the end of the month. when the 31st of August came. at any date. Perhaps he had come to tell Captain Gaumard of his good luck.http://www. "may your new master love you as I loved you. and Cocles appeared behind the grating of the counter. Still confidence was not restored to all minds. and none of the banks would give him credit.mansioningles. had returned from Palma. hearing of his arrival. it would seem.500 francs of bills. All this was incomprehensible. of the captain's brave conduct during the storm. they must have found snug berths elsewhere. Morrel now tried to negotiate bills at ninety days only. under the reverses which had successively weighed down Morrel. and had lain under great obligations to Morrel in former days. and. and which Cocles paid as punctually as the bills which the shipowner had accepted. Morrel met Penelon. who was going up. two drafts which M. moreover. and be more fortunate than I have been!" August rolled by in unceasing efforts on the part of Morrel to renew his credit or revive the old. the worthy tar seemed much embarrassed. The month passed. recovered from his illness. and as in that city he had had no intercourse but with the mayor. and the general opinion was that the complete ruin of the unfortunate shipowner had been postponed only until the end of the month. and was even in request. Morrel returned. But. the inspector of prisons. Fortunately. and then it was said that the bills would go to protest at the end of the month. for he was newly clad. he had disappeared. and only acknowledged the squeeze of the hand which Morrel as usual gave him by a slight pressure in return. for from this journey to Paris they hoped great things. went to see him. for which. made good use of his money. since to . he was. Morrel.La Mansión del Inglés . and. to meet the creditors. He delayed presenting himself at Morrel's. was taken with confidence. and on the 30th the 32. As to the sailors of the Pharaon. therefore. as well as the debt due to the inspector of prisons. he had time granted. no doubt. Morrel had thought of Danglars. and Morrel made extraordinary efforts to get in all his resources. the failure was put off until the end of September. for they also had disappeared. it was impossible for him to remain solvent. with the tenacity peculiar to prophets of bad news. When he saw his employer. Morrel had fully anticipated. Morrel had some funds coming in on which he could rely. On the 1st. but the owner. from Penelon's recital. The opinion of all the commercial men was that. Penelon had. he found himself in a condition to meet his engagements when the end of July came. and that Morrel had gone away and left his chief clerk Emmanuel. as he went away. he cancelled all his obligations with his usual punctuality. On the 20th of August it was known at Marseilles that he had left town in the mailcoach. and his cashier Cocles. Formerly his paper. He brought him also the amount of his wages. passed his quid from one cheek to the other. There came in. and M. "Worthy fellows!" said Morrel. Great. As he descended the staircase. paid all with the usual precision. and to offer him employment from his new master. The worthy shipowner knew. who was now immensely de Boville. worn mourning for the Pharaon longer. Captain Gaumard. The agent of Thomson & French had not been again seen at Marseilles. and tried to console him. he must be a ruined man. stared stupidly with his great eyes. drew on one side into the corner of the landing-place. as they reached him. it was evident the good fellow had not gone to such an expense on his own account. contrary to all expectation. Morrel attributed Penelon's embarrassment to the elegance of his attire. or two days after his visit to Morrel. his departure left no trace except in the memories of these three persons. he was awaited by his family with extreme anxiety. from first to last. the day after. which Captain Gaumard had not dared to apply for. if we may so express ourselves. and then.

And Morrel was right. The young man was too well acquainted with the business of the house. They had not mistaken the gravity of this event.000 francs to meet debts amounting to 287. Morrel did not utter a complaint. the two women had watched. his bills receivable up to the 5th to 4. and his features betraying the utmost consternation. "we are indeed ruined. he appeared very calm." said the two women to Emmanuel. had great influence over his father. This calmness was more alarming to the two women than the deepest dejection would have been. but had kept away from some instinctive motive. he seemed completely bewildered. a portfolio. he went into his . He had at once declared for a military life. Morrel examined the ledgers. and a bag of money. what a dreadful misfortune! Who could ever have believed it!" A moment afterwards Julie saw him go up-stairs carrying two or three heavy ledgers. The poor women felt instinctively that they required all their strength to support the blow that impended. Danglars. and had unlimited credit.mansioningles. Emmanuel tried to comfort the women.http://www.000 francs. but returned to his office. and then going to his private room on the second floor had sent for Cocles. and left it as sub-lieutenant of the 53d of the line. for he returned home crushed by the humiliation of a refusal. For a year he had held this rank. and read the Semaphore. gave him 14. or 8. After dinner Morrel usually went out and used to take his coffee at the Phocaean club. or say one harsh word. He embraced his weeping wife and daughter. He was a strong-minded." We need hardly say that many of those who gave him this epithet repeated it because they had heard it. This was the young man whom his mother and sister called to their aid to sustain them under the serious trial which they felt they would soon have to endure. Yet. Night came. though hardly two and twenty. this day he did not leave the house. who was in garrison at Nimes. and had delayed as long as possible availing himself of this last resource. but also of the duties of a man. and counted the money. They listened. seated himself on a stone with his head bare and exposed to the blazing sun. and expected promotion on the first vacancy. on his arrival.000. trembling. Morrel had long thought of Danglars. mademoiselle. upright young man. when Morrel went down to his dinner.000 or 5. In his regiment Maximilian Morrel was noted for his rigid observance.500 francs. which. Julie saw the latter leave it pale. opened the portfolio. he had but to pass his word for a loan. then. but the worthy creature hastened down the staircase with unusual precipitation. for the moment after Morrel had entered his private office with Cocles. hoping that when he left his room Morrel would come to them. making the best of everything. that Julie should write to her brother. but had consulted young Maximilian's taste. with whom he had laid the foundations of his vast wealth. but his eloquence faltered. pressed Emmanuel's hand with friendly warmth. Besides. and he thus gained the name of "the stoic. All his funds amounted to 6.La Mansión del Inglés . However. and did not even know what it meant. He had not even the means for making a possible settlement on account. without taking a crown from his him it was owing that Danglars entered the service of the Spanish banker. "Then. and had in consequence studied hard. It was said at this moment that Danglars was worth from six to eight millions of francs. "Oh. to come to them as speedily as possible. For part of the day he went into the court-yard. At the time when he decided on his profession his father had no desire to choose for him. and trying to conceal the noise of his footsteps. could save Morrel. and only raised his hands to heaven and exclaimed. not to feel that a great catastrophe hung over the Morrel family. Maximilian Morrel. passed brilliantly through the Polytechnic School. not only of the obligations imposed on a soldier. She would have questioned him as he passed by her. mademoiselle.000." It was agreed in a brief council held among them. As to Cocles. but they heard him pass before their door. and Morrel was saved.

looking alternately at Madame Morrel and her daughter. and I have come hither with all speed. she had noticed that her father's heart beat violently. . she shuddered. Julie told her mother. She looked up and uttered an exclamation of joy. that her husband was writing on stamped paper. Morrel was kinder to his wife. Madame Morrel remained listening for every sound."Remain with your mother. "and to-morrow morning. after dinner. took off her shoes. dearest. In the evening. more affectionate to his daughter. but he said to her quickly. On the evening of the 4th of sleeping-room. She remained at the same spot standing mute and motionless." said the young man. M. and a mouth pressed her forehead. if possible. "go and tell your father that Maximilian has just arrived. and then. took her head in his arms. or would not say what he knew. Morrel asked his daughter for the key of his study. Morrel seemed as calm as ever. At eight o'clock in the morning Morrel entered their chamber. Morrel was writing. and went stealthily along the passage. but on the first step of the staircase she found a man holding a letter in his hand. and. and Julie did not dare to disobey. but instead of going to her apartment she hastened to consult Emmanuel."nothing. "I must have left it in my room.mansioningles. "Mother. with a strong Italian accent." replied the unhappy man. he placed his daughter beside him. Madame Morrel looked again through the keyhole." she said. He was calm." said he. the tears starting to his eyes at this simple question. Julie. she felt two arms encircle her. "Do not give this key to your father. Next day M. "that you should take this key from me?" "Nothing. and which was only taken from her in childhood as a punishment? The young girl looked at Morrel. until three o'clock in the morning. she heard her husband pacing the room in great agitation. my dearest brother!" she cried. This was the first time Morrel had ever so spoken. An instant afterwards the door opened. what her daughter had not observed. and yet had not strength to utter a word." said Madame Morrel. The young lady went towards Madame Morrel. making a sign to the young man." said he. it was Julie. and threw herself into her son's arms.http://www. was following her father when he quitted the room.La Mansión del Inglés . He could not cease gazing at and kissing the sweet girl. "what has occurred -. only I want it. between the 4th and 5th of September. "Maximilian. The next two days passed in much the same way. "I wish you to do so. Madame Morrel sent her daughter to bed. Julie trembled at this request. and half an hour after Julie had retired. but Madame Morrel remarked." she said. The mother and daughter passed the night together. father. had anticipated her mother. and held her for a long time against his bosom. -. And she went out. "He is writing. They had expected Maximilian since the previous evening. went into his office as usual. do not quit him for a moment. "Are you not Mademoiselle Julie Morrel?" inquired the man. and fastened the door inside. The terrible idea that he was writing his will flashed across her. she rose. than he had ever been. mindful of Emmanuel's request. It was three o'clock when he threw himself on the bed. At these words Madame Morrel rose. to see through the keyhole what her husband was doing." She questioned Emmanuel. They had understood each other without speaking.what has happened? Your letter has frightened me. -. "What have I done wrong. but he knew nothing. In the passage she saw a retreating shadow. who." Julie wished to accompany him. which seemed to her of bad omen. They did not dare to ask him how he had slept." she said. uneasy herself. but he said it in a tone of paternal kindness. came to his breakfast punctually. During the night." "Julie. Why did her father ask for this key which she always kept." Julie made a pretence to feel for the key. my dear. but the agitation of the night was legible in his pale and careworn visage." The young lady rushed out of the apartment. that although he was apparently so calm.

Emmanuel hesitated a moment. your father has nearly three hundred thousand francs to pay?" "Yes. You promised to obey me implicitly. She opened it quickly and read: -"Go this moment to the Allees de Meillan. "it is your opinion that I should obey this invitation?" "Yes. then. Did not the messenger say your father's safety depended upon it?" "But what danger threatens him. Julie hesitated. Was there nothing to fear? was there not some snare laid for her? Her innocence had kept her in ignorance of the dangers that might assail a young girl of her age." replied the young man. She cast her eyes again over the note to peruse it a second time. But there is no need to know danger in order to fear it." "Read this letter. Yet." said Emmanuel. "I will await you at the corner of the Rue de Musee. great changes had . indeed." "To-day. "what is your pleasure? I do not know you. "Sinbad the Sailor. but to Emmanuel. "Yes. Julie hesitated. "It concerns the best interests of your father." replied Julie with hesitation. we know that. at eleven o'clock." "Well." The young girl uttered a joyful cry. "Listen. Emmanuel?" she asked. repeated the promise she had made. "we have not fifteen thousand francs in the house. and showed him the letter. it was neither to her mother nor her brother that she applied. ask the porter for the key of the room on the fifth floor." This postscript decreased greatly the young girl's happiness. and if you are so long absent as to make me uneasy. and give it to your father. The young girl hastily took the letter from him. Madame Morrel had told her son everything.mansioningles. 15. if to-day before eleven o'clock your father has not found someone who will come to his aid." he said. "to-day is the 5th of September. then. then. and resolved to take counsel. then.La Mansión del Inglés . mademoiselle." he said." said the messenger. but his desire to make Julie decide immediately made him reply. related the scene on the staircase. "And you shall be "Yes. enter the apartment. enter the house No." "Oh. I will hasten to rejoin you. looked round to question the messenger. but he had disappeared. She hastened down and told him what had occurred on the day when the agent of Thomson & French had come to her father's. It is important that he should receive it before eleven o'clock. sir. or should any one else go in your place. that it is usually unknown perils that inspire the greatest terror. come!" cried she. She read: -"It is important that you should fulfil this mission in person and alone. raised her eyes. If you go accompanied by any other person. Remember your oath. handing it to her. the porter will reply that he does not know anything about it. During this time. "You must go. it may be observed. take from the corner of the mantelpiece a purse netted in red silk. The young man knew quite well that. and saw there was a postscript. he will be compelled at twelve o'clock to declare himself a bankrupt. hastening away with the young man." "What will happen then?" "Why. is it not?" "Yes. and woe to him of whom you shall have cause to complain to me!" "Then. I will accompany you.http://www. after the succession of misfortunes which had befallen his father." "But did you not read that I must be alone?" said Julie. "Go there?" murmured Julie. then. through a singular impulse. come." continued Emmanuel. Emmanuel?" said the young girl with hesitation.

"Read!" said Morrel. you are the most honorable man I have ever known. "what are these weapons for?" "Maximilian." he exclaimed.La Mansión del Inglés ." "You have exhausted every resource?" "All. "Be it so. he said. In this ledger was made out an exact balance-sheet of his affair's. this is what I feared!" said Morrel." replied Morrel. within half an hour. to meet this disastrous result?" asked the young man. and with a slow and sad gesture he took off his two epaulets. The young man was overwhelmed as he read. All he possessed was 15. Morrel uttered a cry of surprise at the sight of his son. "die in peace. "what are you going to do with that brace of pistols under your coat?" "Oh. crossing the anteroom. strong mind. "you are a man. extending his hand to Morrel. M. Maximilian smiled. while Maximilian followed him. turned. and saw his father. "I have. turning pale as death. Morrel had to pay." exclaimed the young man. but Maximilian caught him in his arms. "You know it is not my fault. "our name is dishonored!" "Blood washes out dishonor. You have a calm. pressing with his left hand something he had concealed under his coat.257 francs." Morrel was about to cast himself on his knees before his son." . and those two noble hearts were pressed against each other for a moment. He was thunderstruck. my father. and a man of honor. Maximilian sprang down the staircase. he ran up-stairs. "do you reflect that you are bidding me to live?" "Yes. then. father. "Father. Come. but he did not know that matters had reached such a point. I do so bid you. Maximilian. "Father." answered Morrel. the insignia of his taken place in the style of living and housekeeping. Morrel opened the door. Maximilian. He remained motionless on the spot." he said. I understand you.your sister! Who will support them?" A shudder ran through the young man's frame. father.http://www." replied Morrel. "Father." "And in half an hour. then. after a moment's pause." The young man reflected for a moment. "You have no money coming in on which you can rely?" "None. rushing hastily out of the apartment. but he rapped there in vain. my father. While he was yet at the door of the study he heard the bedroom door open. and placed his right hand on Morrel's breast. What could he say? What need he add to such a desperate proof in figures? "And have you done all that is possible. went to his desk on which he placed the pistols. "There is one for you and one for me -. I will live. and pointed with his finger to an open ledger. Then.mansioningles. "it is your duty.500 francs. I only ask you to examine my position as if it were your own. father." he said. expecting to find his father in his study." said Maximilian in a gloomy voice. I make no requests or commands. "You are right." said Morrel. father. then an expression of sublime resignation appeared in his eyes. of whose arrival he was ignorant." Then extending his hand towards one of the pistols." said Morrel. and then judge for yourself. you are no ordinary man. "I know. "Your mother -. looking fixedly at his son. and threw his arms round his father's neck. trembling as he went. 287. and closed it behind his son. but suddenly he recoiled.thanks!" Morrel caught his hand." And with a firm step Morrel went up to his study. which he was only this moment quitting. in heaven's name. Morrel had returned to his bedchamber. Morrel said not a word. and I will explain to you. Instead of going direct to his study.

once more. Maximilian. all would be changed. and a sacred command. Maximilian. and in the name of three generations of irreproachable men. father. my father." "Father.'" The young man uttered a groan. Let this house be the first repaid. having but the force of will and not the power of execution. interest would be converted into doubt. drew him forward. because in dying he knew what I should do. my father!" cried the young man. bending his knee. Go to work." "The house of Thomson & French is the only one who. my son. `My father died because he could not do what I have this day done. my son. providence may build up again. "bless me!" Morrel took the head of his son between his two hands.' On seeing me die such a death. If. "Be it so. `Go. on which you will say in this very office." said the young man. labor. "Oh. and death is preferable to shame!'" "Yes.has had any pity for me. young man. Morrel shook his head. "And now. yes. he said." and once again embracing his father with convulsive pressure. is not for me to read men's hearts -." "Say "Good. but offered me three months. failed in his engagements -.La Mansión del Inglés . you would feel shame at my name. for you are dishonored by delay. if I live I am only a man who his broken his word.mansioningles. that day of complete restoration. "Go. my father. Then do your best to keep our name free from dishonor. so that from day to day the property of those whom I leave in your hands may augment and fructify. I would be alone. all Marseilles will follow me in tears to my last home. "yes. selfishness -. leave me." The young man remained standing and motionless. would you not say to me. perhaps. on the contrary. my father?" inquired Maximilian in a faltering voice. yes. but appeared resigned. I bless you in my own name. Reflect how glorious a day it will be. "why should you not live?" "If I live. they will accord the time they have refused to me. your mother and sister." "My father. and kissing his forehead several times said. my corpse is that of an honest but unfortunate man. my best friends would avoid my house. and bade her adieu." said Morrel. "And now. go and rejoin your mother and sister. Living." . I die. how grand. "Hear me. my son. who will in ten minutes present himself to receive the amount of a bill of 287. only a bankrupt. You will find my will in the secretary in my bedroom. dead.'" "My father. remember." "Have you no particular commands to leave with me. because. and ordered to carry a certain redoubt. struggle ardently and courageously. I fact." said Maximilian. Its agent. you may raise your head and say. `The edifice which misfortune has destroyed." "Will you not see my sister once more?" asked Maximilian. it may be. To you. live. and therefore he had suggested it." said his father. adieu." said the young man. with the most rigid economy. or. yes. how solemn. pity into hostility. dead. he has been compelled to break his word. Living. And now there is no more to be said. I will not say granted. "Yes. and endeavor to keep your mother and sister away. "I saw her this morning. A last but final hope was concealed by the young man in the effect of this interview. yourself. for the first time. and you knew I must be killed in the assault. `I am the son of him you killed. "leave me alone.500 francs. if I live. as you said just now. but he died calmly and peaceably. and respect this man. from humanity. who say through me. the most inexorable will have pity on you." said Morrel. "Suppose I was a soldier like you.

illogical perhaps.mansioningles. you are saved!" And she threw herself into his arms. that he must separate himself from all he held dear in the world. there were seven minutes left. When the gentleman who came three months ago -. The minute hand moved on. he seemed to see its motion. and seated himself. counting time now not by minutes. "do you remain in the ante-chamber. "this purse is not yours!" Julie handed to her father the letter she had received in the morning.La Mansión del Inglés .com And he rushed out of the study. At one end was the receipted bill for the 287. see!" said the young girl. announce his arrival to me." he said. "And did you go alone?" asked Morrel. At this moment of mortal anguish the cold sweat came forth upon his brow. and murmured his daughter's name. He was still comparatively young.000 francs.saved! See.where did you find this purse?" "In a house in the Allees de Meillan. Morrel did not turn round -. He heard the door of the staircase creak on its hinges -.the door of his study opened. "The agent of Thomson & French. Morrel took the purse. "Explain. The pistols were loaded. my child. What passed in the mind of this man at the supreme moment of his agony cannot be told in words." said Morrel in a tone impossible to describe."saved. it seemed to him a dream. he was surrounded by the loving care of a devoted family." Cocles made no reply. a pang stronger than death clutched at his heart-strings.the fearful revelations of the three last days had crushed him. "My worthy Cocles. Cocles appeared. The pistol fell from his hands. 15.he expected these words of was his daughter's voice. he pulled the bell. He took up the deadly weapon again. "explain -. "My father!" cried the young girl. and half dead with joy -. but he had convinced himself by a course of reasoning. he stretched forth his hand. Morrel passed his hand over his brow. Then he turned again to the clock. Then he laid it down seized his pen. After a moment's interval. Morrel fell back in his chair. out of breath. for a vague remembrance reminded him that it once belonged to himself. The hand moved on with incredible rapidity." He placed the muzzle of the pistol between his teeth. This thought -. It was no longer the same man -. and at the other was a diamond as large as a hazel-nut.arrives. after he had read it. "what do you mean?" "Yes. "Explain." "But. with these words on a small slip of parchment: -. At this moment the clock struck eleven. yet certainly plausible. and then shuddered at the click of the trigger as he cocked the pistol. netted silk purse.the house of Morrel is about to stop payment -. but by seconds. his eyes fixed on the clock. To form the slightest idea of his feelings. holding in her extended hand a red. that was all.the agent of Thomson & French -. and started as he did so. and wrote a few words. then putting forth his arm." cried Morrel.bent him to the earth more than twenty years would otherwise have done. saved -. went into the anteroom. his lips parted and his eyes fixed on the clock. No. one must have seen his face with its expression of enforced resignation and its tear-moistened eyes raised to heaven. Suddenly he heard a cry -. he made a sign with his head. my child. When his son had left him. on the corner of a mantelpiece in a small room on the fifth floor. took one up. He turned and saw Julie. my child!" said Morrel. . "Saved." he said. even life itself.the clock gave its warning to strike eleven -.Julie's Dowry. Morrel remained an instant standing with his eyes fixed on the door. He felt as if each stroke of the hammer fell upon his heart. It seemed to him as if he had not taken a sufficient farewell of his beloved daughter.http://www.

it must be a miracle of heaven! Impossible. . "The Pharaon!" he cried." And with a smile expressive of supreme content. He was to have waited for me at the corner of the Rue de Musee. and they say she is now coming into port. as that had been. thence he once again looked towards Morrel. the yacht instantly put out to sea." "The Pharaon. At this moment Emmanuel entered. descended one of the flights of steps provided for debarkation. with cochineal and indigo. the acceptance receipted -. strange to say. Morrel & Son. who. "what can it mean? -. "if this be the god of vengeance yields to me his power to punish the wicked!" At these words he gave a signal. "how could you say the Pharaon was lost? The lookout has signalled her. shouted "Jacopo. and without being observed." said Morrel. weeping with joy.the Pharaon?" "Come.http://www. And. humanity. and heaven have pity upon us if it be false intelligence!" They all went out. watched the scene with delight. printed in white letters. rising from his seat. In a moment they were at the Cannebiere. and who. clued up sails. there was the evidence of the senses. refused to comprehend such incredible. in front of the tower of Saint-Jean. and good old Penelon making signals to M. and let my gratitude remain in obscurity like your good deeds. and on the stairs met Madame Morrel. but.mansioningles." She was the exact duplicate of the other Pharaon. was a ship bearing on her stern these words. concealed behind the sentry-box. a man. was shaking hands most cordially with all the crowd around him. the Pharaon!" said every voice. and loaded." said the unknown. There was a crowd on the pier. impossible!" But what was real and not less incredible was the purse he held in his hand. She cast anchor. his strength was failing him. of Marseilles. and gratitude! Farewell to all the feelings that expand the heart! I have been heaven's substitute to recompense the good -. as if only awaiting this signal. fabulous facts. "farewell "Emmanuel accompanied me. dear ones. -"Monsieur Morrel!" "It is his voice!" said Julie. sir. To doubt any longer was impossible. with his face half-covered by a black beard. uttered these words in a low tone: "Be happy. and conveyed him to a yacht splendidly fitted up.La Mansión del Inglés . who had been afraid to go up into the study.what -. noble heart. As Morrel and his son embraced on the pier-head. Emmanuel? You know the vessel is lost. sir -. and. on whose deck he sprung with the activity of a sailor." "My dear friends.the Pharaon! Are you mad." exclaimed Cocles. "The Pharaon." "Monsieur Morrel!" exclaimed a voice on the stairs. All the crowd gave way before Morrel. "Ah. be blessed for all the good thou hast done and wilt do hereafter. he left his hiding-place." said Morrel. unheard-of." cried Maximilian. and on the deck was Captain Gaumard giving orders. wonderful to see. in the presence and amid the applause of the whole city witnessing this event.they signal the Pharaon! The Pharaon is entering the harbor!" Morrel fell back in his chair. "The Pharaon. father. and hailing three times. Morrel. and ten thousand persons who came to corroborate the testimony. Jacopo. "the Pharaon!" "What -. took him on board. But his son came in. his understanding weakened by such events. "Father. "And now. his countenance full of animation and joy. "let us go and see.the splendid diamond. Chapter 31 Italy: Sinbad the Sailor. he was not there when I returned. Jacopo!" Then a launch came to shore. and thanking with a look the unknown benefactor whom he seemed to be seeking in the skies.

indeed!" said the young man. Signor Pastrini replied that he had only two rooms and a parlor on the third floor. what is this island?" "The Island of Monte Cristo." said Franz with an incredulous smile. or on board in your cloak. but wishing to make the best use of the time that was left." said the captain. pointing to a conical pile rising from the indigo sea. "Well." "Who live upon the stones. They had agreed to see the Carnival at Rome that year." "Ah.http://www. who for the last three or four years had inhabited Italy. "Ah. and if the wind drops we can use our oars. two young men belonging to the first society of Paris. and spending two or three evenings at the houses of the Florentine nobility. -"To the Island of Elba!" The boat shot out of the harbor like a bird and the next morning Franz disembarked at Porto-Ferrajo. As for Franz.mansioningles. One evening he cast off the painter of a sailboat from the iron ring that secured it to the dock at Leghorn. the sailors exchanged a few words together in a low tone. and re-embarked for Marciana.La Mansión del Inglés ." "Where?" "Do you see that island?" continued the captain. where he was assured that red partridges abounded. and does not contain an acre of land capable of cultivation. like every unsuccessful sportsman. to reserve comfortable apartments for them." "Where can I sleep?" "On shore in the grottos. "No. and that Franz. and after having passed a few days in exploring the paradise of the Cascine. "A desert island in the midst of the Mediterranean must be a curiosity." "What game shall I find there!" "Thousands of wild goats. besides. they wrote to Signor Pastrini. The sport was bad. He traversed the island. if your excellency pleases." asked he. he remained at Florence." As Franz had sufficient time. we can leave as soon as you like Towards the beginning of the year 1838. if your excellency chose. the waiting-place of Napoleon. the Vicomte Albert de Morcerf and the Baron Franz d'Epinay. I suppose. Albert started for Naples. the proprietor of the Hotel de Londres." "To whom does this island belong?" "To Tuscany. As it is no inconsiderable affair to spend the Carnival at Rome. "what now? Is there any difficulty in the way?" . he took a fancy into his head (having already visited Corsica. this island is a mass of rocks. "Well. he accepted the proposition. They accepted his offer. and his apartments at Rome were not yet available. and said to the crew. or the Campo Vaccino.we can sail as well by night as by day. but by browsing the shrubs and trees that grow out of the crevices of the rocks. were at Florence." "Your excellency does not require a permit." "But I have no permission to shoot over this island. the cradle of Bonaparte) to visit Elba. after having followed the traces which the footsteps of the giant have left. Franz only succeeded in killing a few partridges." "It is very natural. Piazza di Spagna. he returned to the boat very much out of temper. Two hours after he again landed at Pianosa. wrapped himself in his coat and lay down. which he offered at the low charge of a louis per diem. Upon his answer in the affirmative. "you might have capital sport. for the island is uninhabited. especially when you have no great desire to sleep on the Piazza del Popolo. should act as cicerone to Albert. and.

"Gaetano.that's the air blowing up the deck. and the destruction of the regency. Sardinian. I heard that. some dark and stormy night. Now this rock it has met has been a long and narrow boat. the vessel gives a last groan. at Porto-Ferrajo." "But." The captain gave his orders. your excellency. Do you understand . "you tell me Monte Cristo serves as a refuge for pirates. "Nor I. spins round and round.La Mansión del Inglés . doubtless.too long. that's as long as the Almighty took to make the world! Too long a wait -. and who yet. "Then steer for Monte Cristo. the helm was put up. forming a vast whirlpool in the ocean. All at once there's a noise like a cannon -. then the other. it seems to me.. you would hear.he resumed the conversation. "Yes. then." "I knew there were smugglers. and the four sailors had taken their places -. a very different kind of game from the goats. and disappears." cried Franz. and then they leave her. and Africa. near some desert and gloomy island. Franz waited until all was in order. then they bind the crew hand and foot. we shall have to perform quarantine for six days on our return to Leghorn. like us. Sardinia. no one knows what has become of it. or at Civita Vecchia. it has struck on a rock and foundered. there are pirates. or Tuscan governments?" "Why?" said Gaetano with a smile. or an English yacht that was expected at Bastia.three forward. who have surprised and plundered it." "But who will say your excellency has been to Monte Cristo?" "Oh." "What do you mean?" "Monte Cristo although uninhabited. yes. I shall not.http://www. a large hole is chopped in the vessel's "No." "Yes. as bandits plunder a carriage in the recesses of a forest. rob travellers at the gates of Rome. manned by six or eight men. and then all is over." "The deuce! That puts a different face on the matter. "why do not those who have been plundered complain to the French. in the first place. and the boat was soon sailing in the direction of the island. they attach to every one's neck a four and twenty pound ball. but. Six days! Why. but I thought that since the capture of Algiers. and one at the helm -. so that in five minutes nothing but the eye of God can see the vessel where she lies at the bottom of the sea." replied the captain. that a little merchant vessel. from time to time. and when the sail was filled. who are. every day. if. they transfer from the vessel to their own boat whatever they think worth taking. Then they lift and sink again." "Your excellency is mistaken. why?" "Because. and it is true. who lay wrapped in his cloak at the bottom of the boat. like the bandits who were believed to have been exterminated by Pope Leo XII. your excellency lived at Leghorn. pirates existed only in the romances of Cooper and Captain Marryat.mansioningles. yet serves occasionally as a refuge for the smugglers and pirates who come from Corsica." chorused the sailors. Has not your excellency heard that the French charge d'affaires was robbed six months ago within five hundred paces of Velletri?" "Oh." asked Franz. has not arrived. and if it becomes known that we have been there. First one gun'l goes under. Soon the water rushes out of the scupper-holes like a whale spouting. "but we must warn your excellency that the island is an infected port. At the end of ten minutes the vessel begins to roll heavily and settle down." said he to the captain. and both go under at once." "Well. nor I.

this mass of rock. as you see. he remained silent. and the island now only appeared to be a gray mountain that grew continually darker. to see in the dark. with their white sails. was quick to see an opening for attack." "Yes. as a point of strategy and not from cowardice. -. and yet I never saw even the shadow of a bandit or a pirate. suddenly a great light appeared on the strand. "but you questioned me. and as I wish to enjoy it as long as possible. but he could not precisely make out what it was. if at all. "It is for that reason I have given orders to pass the island. land might resemble a cloud. but now that they had started. half an hour after. and on which a few fishing-boats. "why no complaints are made to the government. but if danger presents itself. were alone visible." "I did not tell your excellency this to deter you from your project." said the captain. "it is a fire. Fortunately. repeating Franz's words. the boat made six or seven knots an hour. a formidable barrier. but the sailors seemed. "Bah!" said he. and intercepting the light that gilded its massive peaks so that the voyagers were in shadow. and the pilot who steered did not evince the slightest hesitation. when Franz fancied he saw. and why the vessel never reaches port?" It is probable that if Gaetano had related this previous to proposing the expedition. Calm and resolute. An hour had passed since the sun had set. Franz would have hesitated.I have sailed two months in the Archipelago.calculated its probable method of approach. then gloom gradually covered the summit as it had covered the base. that's all. and fearing to excite the mirth of the sailors by mistaking a floating cloud for land. but the fire was not a meteor." replied Gaetano. They were within fifteen miles of Monte Cristo when the sun began to set behind Corsica.http://www. he thought it would be cowardly to draw back. the mariners were used to these latitudes. he treated any peril as he would an adversary in a duel. and the air was so clear that they could already distinguish the rocks heaped on one now. and Monte Cristo itself was invisible. As for the sailors.mansioningles. and your conversation is most interesting. but I said also that it served sometimes as a harbor for smugglers. combat it with the most unalterable coolness. As they drew near the island seemed to lift from the sea. at last the reflection rested on the summit of the mountain. the fire is behind us. whose mountains appeared against the sky. and I have answered. "What is this light?" asked he. like the lynx." . the night was quite dark. "Hush!" said the captain. although they appeared perfectly tranquil yet it was evident that they were on the alert.La Mansión del Inglés . like the giant Adamastor." The wind blew strongly. like the fiery crest of a volcano. a dark mass. and they were rapidly reaching the end of their voyage. like cannon balls in an arsenal. for in the midst of this obscurity Franz was not without uneasiness -Corsica had long since disappeared." returned Gaetano. He was one of those men who do not rashly court danger. steer for Monte Cristo. "I have travelled through Sicily and Calabria -. and that they carefully watched the glassy surface over which they were sailing. at a quarter of a mile to the left. and won victory at a single thrust. with green bushes and trees growing in the crevices. rose dead ahead." "But you told me the island was uninhabited?" "l said there were no fixed habitations on it. Little by little the shadow rose higher and seemed to drive before it the last rays of the expiring day." "And for pirates?" "And for pirates. and knew every rock in the Tuscan Archipelago. for. retreated. where it paused an instant. showing their rugged peaks in bold relief.

as if it was not in a Corsican's nature to revenge himself. and good fellows like us on board. they see a vessel." "And do you think we have nothing to fear if we land?" "Nothing at all. his feet were naked. they returned the way they had come.La Mansión del Inglés ." "But these two Corsican bandits?" said Franz. and saves the life. when the same luminous track was again observed. they come and demand hospitality of us. and the boat came to rest. smugglers are not thieves. would not be difficult. and after five minutes' discussion a manoeuvre was executed which caused the vessel to tack about. he had two double-barrelled guns and a rifle. "then you are a smuggler occasionally. Gaetano lowered the sail. "we ought always to help one another. All this was done in "But this fire?" continued Franz. "they have with them two Corsican bandits." said Gaetano." returned the other. so he had no shoes and stockings to take off." "You think. "It is not their fault that they are bandits. Every one on board remained motionless for half an hour. and from the moment that their course was changed not a word was spoken. which. "If you can guess the position of the island in the darkness. and waited quietly. Gaetano. but that of the authorities. he could only be traced by the phosphorescent line in his wake." "Oh." .http://www. The pilot again changed the course of the boat. "It seems to me rather reassuring than otherwise. and lowering himself noiselessly into the sea. it was evident that he had touched the shore. This costs us nothing. and the swimmer was soon on board. that goes for nothing." "Ah!" said Franz. well. who on the first occasion returns the service by pointing out some safe spot where we can land our goods without interruption. we must live somehow. while they got out their oars and held themselves in readiness to row away. this fire indicates the presence of unpleasant neighbors?" "That is what we must find out. we receive them. During this time the captain had thrown off his vest and shirt. As for Franz. which rapidly approached the island. and recognize each other by signs. we sailors are like freemasons. then. he examined his arms with the utmost coolness. fixing his eyes on this terrestrial star." Gaetano consulted with his companions. thanks to the darkness. and secured his trousers round his waist. "They are Spanish smugglers. the four sailors fixed their eyes on him. yes." returned the captain with an accent of the most profound pity. after these preparations he placed his finger on his lips. you can't refuse help to a poor hunted devil. "Then you know the men who are now on Monte Cristo?" "Oh. calculating the chances of peril. who had proposed the expedition. and in a few minutes the fire disappeared. you will see that the fire cannot be seen from the side or from Pianosa. swam towards the shore with such precaution that it was impossible to hear the slightest sound. or at least the liberty. looked at the priming. This track soon disappeared. smiling impenetrably. hidden by an elevation of the land. he loaded them." "And what are these Corsican bandits doing here with Spanish smugglers?" "Alas." returned Gaetano.mansioningles. "How can you find out?" "You shall see. Very often the bandits are hard pressed by gendarmes or carbineers. but only from the sea. of a fellow-creature." said he. Gaetano?" "Your excellency. and for greater security we stand out to sea. had taken all the responsibility on himself. men who did not wish to be seen would not light a fire. and was soon within fifty paces of it." "How so?" "Because they are pursued for having made a stiff. "Well?" exclaimed Franz and the sailors in unison.

indeed. but which evidently concerned him. be as wise as Nestor and as prudent as Ulysses.mansioningles. so. Through the darkness Franz. which had appeared improbable during the day." "How many are they?" "Four. "Well. without any other escort than these men. who rose and disappeared among the rocks. whose eyes were now more accustomed to it. which is a very different thing. then. could see the looming shore along which the boat was sailing." said the young man. he steered to the centre of the circle. Franz with his disembarkment. at least with curiosity. When the boat was within twenty paces of the shore. who. and his gun in his hand. and cried. it was a grave one. "Will your excellency give your name. The sailors had again hoisted sail. carefully keeping the boat in the shadow. but your excellency will permit us to take all due precautions." The Italian s'accommodi . their eyes fixed on the boat. seemed very probable at night. On the other hand." "Silence. The man who had disappeared returned suddenly on the opposite side to that by which he had left. I do more than permit. -. and who had no reason to be devoted to "What do you mean by having made a stiff? -. Gaetano then exchanged a few words with this man which the traveller did not understand. who remained at the shore) to their fire. at which the carcass of a goat was roasting. singing a fishing song. but in the midst of all this carelessness it was evident that they mutually observed each other. At the first words of the song the men seated round the fire arose and approached the landing-place. like Franz. for the last time. evidently seeking to know who the new-comers were and what were their intentions. I exhort you. -." "By all means. he made a sign with his head to the sentinel. but which did not seem to Franz likely to afford him much hospitality. he saw the fire more brilliant than ever. "let us demand hospitality of these smugglers and bandits. so that if they prove troublesome. The blaze illumined the sea for a hundred paces around. For a man who. The history of the scuttled vessels. who knew that he had several thousand francs in his belt." As soon as Gaetano had transmitted this answer. as they rounded a rocky point. or remain incognito?" asked the captain. and the two bandits make six. on an island which had. "I mean that they have killed an enemy.if not with envy. They soon appeared satisfied and returned (with the exception of one. and who had often examined his weapons. Gaetano skirted the light. and the vessel was once more cleaving the waves. "Who comes there?" in Sardinian. the sentinel gave an order to one of the men seated round the fire. viewed his position in its true light. continuing his investigation. Not a word was spoken. and about it five or six persons seated. Every one obeyed. turning to the boat. "S'accommodi. Franz coolly cocked both barrels. Do you think they will grant it?" "Without doubt. placed as he was between two possible sources of danger. he kept his eye on the crew. a very religious name. steer to Monte Cristo. He was alone in the darkness with sailors whom he did not know." "Yes. we shall be able to hold them in check.which were very beautiful.La Mansión del Inglés . the sailors with their sails." "Just our number. of which his companions sung the chorus.merely say I am a Frenchman travelling for pleasure. he was about to land. when they were opposite the fire. presented arms after the manner of a sentinel.http://www. thanks to the smugglers and bandits." returned the captain. -. who carried a carbine. and then. then!" said Gaetano.having assassinated a man?" said Franz. said. the smugglers with their goat. "My name must rest unknown. the man on the beach. every one seemed occupied.

he has plenty." "Favorably or otherwise?" "Both. if you please. "Well. did not excite any suspicion.http://www. Gaetano had the other. "Besides. Around in the crevices of the rocks grew a few dwarf oaks and thick bushes of myrtles. the spot they chose did not suit the smuggler who filled the post of sentinel. half a dozen partridges. for supper.La Mansión del Inglés . so they say. enter. half dandy. "the chief. four strokes of the oar brought them to land." "You would accept?" "Yes." "There is something very peculiar about this chief. invites you to sup with him. and saw by the mass of cinders that had accumulated that he was not the first to discover this retreat. what he thought of this proposal. who replied that nothing could be more easy than to prepare a supper when they had in their boat. As for his suspicions." returned Gaetano. were it only out of curiosity. and lastly came Franz. and then stopped at a small esplanade surrounded with rocks." Franz looked at Gaetano." "His house? Has he built one here. his anxiety had quite disappeared. "if the smell of their roast meat tempts you. before he will receive you at his they refuse?" "On the contrary. it is not that. "anything new? -.mansioningles." "Well.and what is this condition?" "That you are blindfolded. consequently." "Oh. I will go and offer them two of our birds for a slice. who was told you were a young Frenchman. and to spare." Meanwhile the sailors had collected dried sticks and branches with which they made a fire. Franz waited impatiently." said Franz." added he. half artist. to see. then?" . He mentioned this to Gaetano. had turned to appetite. and rather a peculiar one. doubtless. then?" "No. if not friendly. One of his guns was swung over his shoulder. Gaetano sprang to shore. and do not take off the bandage until he himself bids you. once that he had seen the indifferent. make yourself at home." "You are a born diplomat.the more so as I bring my share of the supper. Franz lowered a torch. and a good fire to roast them by. then?" "I have heard talk of is untranslatable. one of the halting-places of the wandering visitors of Monte Cristo. -. doubtless. then his comrades disembarked. "go and try. "Come. which was. "I know this is a serious matter." "You know this chief. and a sailor held his rifle. "Not that way. while two sailors kindled torches at the fire to light them on their way." "What should you do in my place?" "I. you are the master. no disquietude. and advanced to the opposite side. once on terra firma. at sight of the goat. guessing Franz's thought. They advanced about thirty paces." replied he. if possible. "this chief is very polite. appearance of his hosts.I should go. but he has a very comfortable one all the same. for he cried out." observed Franz. "Ah." It is like that Turkish phrase of Moliere's that so astonished the bourgeois gentleman by the number of things implied in its utterance. but. when the captain returned with a mysterious air. inhaling the aroma of the roasted meat. not unlike sentry-boxes. in which seats had been cut. and I see no objection -. The boat was moored to the shore. but he makes one condition. who have nothing to lose. and they advanced a few paces to find a comfortable bivouac. bread. exchanged a few words with the sentinel. you are welcome. wine. and." returned Franz. The sailors did not wait for a second invitation." "The deuce! -." Gaetano faltered an excuse. it means at once. or rather. his dress.

but Gaetano did." "What sort of a man is he?" "Your excellency will judge for yourself. Franz was prudent. and he came back amazed. he had not then spoken to any one." returned the sailor." "Then you advise me to accept?" "Oh." replied the sailor. I thought." "Where will he receive me?" ." "What nonsense!" said Franz. "What do they say?" "That this chief inhabits a cavern to which the Pitti Palace is nothing. and wished to learn all he possibly could concerning his host." continued "Listen." "Is it a very beautiful vessel?" "I would not wish for a better to sail round the world." "Gaetano had only seen the vessel from a distance. "It is no nonsense." "Come." Franz pondered the matter for a few moments." "Have you ever seen him?" "Sometimes." thought Franz.he stopped to see if any one was near." "And if this person be not a smuggler. lowering his voice. "I know their vessel. "he is still more mysterious. and seeing only the prospect of a good supper." said Gaetano. She is what the English call a yacht. who." "Do you know. the pilot of the Saint Ferdinand. since the two accounts do not agree. who travels for his pleasure. reseating himself." "Sinbad the Sailor?" "Yes. but she is built to stand any weather. and asked him how these men had landed. during this dialogue. as no vessel of any kind was visible.mansioningles. Gaetano departed with the reply." observed Franz. "No. accepted." "What country does he come from?" "I do not know." "And where does he reside?" "On the sea. but my own opinion is she is a Genoese. had sat gravely plucking the partridges with the air of a man proud of his office.http://www. went in once." "Of what burden is she?" "About a hundred tons.La Mansión del Inglés . Cama. I should be sorry to advise you in the matter. "I do not know if what they say is true" -. who is he?" "A wealthy signor. "that with such stories you make me think of Ali Baba's enchanted cavern?" "I tell you what I have been told. vowing that such treasures were only to be heard of in fairy tales. "venture to build a vessel designed for such a purpose at Genoa?" "I did not say that the owner was a smuggler. I don't say that. your excellency will do as you please." "What is his name?" "If you ask him he says Sinbad the Sailor." "And how did a leader of smugglers. "Never mind that. but I doubt if it be his real name. concluded that a man so rich could not have any intention of plundering him of what little he had." "Where was she built?" "I know not. He turned towards the sailor. it is quite true.

and. this man had a remarkably handsome face. a red cap with a long blue silk tassel. "Welcome. "Sir. then. Although of a paleness that was almost livid. his eyes were penetrating and sparkling. of beautiful shape and color. not even taking his eyes off him. they bandaged his eyes with a care that showed their apprehensions of his committing some indiscretion.La Mansión del Inglés . His pallor was so peculiar. I beg you will remove your bandage. He was not particularly tall. while the feet rested on a Turkey carpet. by a change in the atmosphere. during the greater portion of the year. "a thousand excuses for the precaution taken in your introduction hither.that is to say. but as. in which they sunk to the instep. In a recess was a kind of divan. Then his two guides took his arms. guided by them. yes. The host gave Franz time to recover from his surprise. more than once." "Have you never had the curiosity. and presented it to the man who had spoken to him. pantaloons of deep red. Presently. and preceded by the sentinel. and. was of the pure Greek type. when you have landed and found this island deserted. but a magic word." said a voice. although. sir. and the handles resplendent with gems. surmounted with a stand of Arabian swords in silver scabbards. after going on for a few seconds more he heard a crackling. and a small sharp and crooked cangiar was passed through his girdle. to seek for this enchanted palace?" "Oh. Franz did not wait for a repetition of this permission. and then a voice. worked with flowers of gold. At length his feet touched on a thick and soft carpet. was the splendor of the apartment in which he found "No doubt in the subterranean palace Gaetano told you of. and who was incapable of resuming the healthy glow and hue of life. with a foreign accent. from the ceiling hung a lamp of Venetian glass. this island is deserted. that it seemed to pertain to one who had been long entombed." It may be supposed. and yellow slippers. moreover. a vest of black cloth embroidered with gold. Franz drew his handkerchief from his pocket." "His excellency waits for you. but took off the handkerchief. and he went on. his nose. but we never could find the slightest trace of any opening. and projecting direct from the brow. leading into a second apartment which seemed to be brilliantly illuminated. and also in front of another door. in excellent French. had small hands and feet. and his guides let go their hold of him.http://www. find on my return my temporary retirement in a state of . He was accompanied by two of the yacht's crew. tapestry hung before the door by which Franz had entered. and it seemed to him as though the atmosphere again changed. and found himself in the presence of a man from thirty-eight to forty years of age. and became balmy and perfumed." muttered Franz. if the secret of this abode were discovered. Afterwards he was made to promise that he would not make the least attempt to raise the bandage. There was a moment's silence. but always in vain." he said. I should doubtless. like the men of the south.a refusal he could now comprehend.mansioningles. were set off to admiration by the black mustache that encircled them. "this is an Arabian Nights' adventure. as white as pearls. The entire chamber was lined with crimson brocade. we examined the grotto all over. they say that the door is not opened by a key. after a pause. who had treated Gaetano's description as a fable. said. while his teeth. he knew that they were entering a cave. But what astonished Franz. which he recognized as that of the sentinel. he had a splendid cashmere round his waist. embroidered with gold like the vest. large and full gaiters of the same color. After going about thirty paces. they then led him on about fifty paces farther." "Decidedly. he smelt the appetizing odor of the kid that was roasting. and knew thus that he was passing the bivouac. He promised. Without uttering a word. dressed in a Tunisian costume -. returned look for look. evidently advancing towards that part of the shore where they would not allow Gaetano to go -. quite straight. but extremely well made.

and dates from Tunis. and he was condemned by the bey to have his tongue cut out. The dishes were of silver. and does all he can to prove it.La Mansión del Inglés . but because I should not have the certainty I now possess of separating myself from all the rest of mankind at pleasure. they are simple enough." replied Franz. for what I see makes me think of the wonders of the `Arabian Nights. "you heard our repast announced.that is to say. there were Sicily pine-apples. "I do not know if you are of my opinion. it is yours to share. oranges from the Balearic Isles. and the plates of Japanese china. that I too much respect the laws of hospitality to ask your name or title." replied the singular amphitryon. it was entirely of marble. and kissed it."yes. and as he has a regard for his head. "will tell you. peaches from France. I may say with Lucullus. not for the loss it occasioned me. were four magnificent statues. The dining-room was scarcely less striking than the room he had just left. made a sign to his master that all was prepared in the dining-room.mansioningles." replied Franz. which would be exceedingly annoying. Ali. your humble servant going first to show the way?" At these words. As for myself. "Yes. and a gigantic lobster. Franz rubbed his eyes in order to assure himself that this was not a dream. "It seems the fellow had been caught wandering nearer to the harem of the Bey of Tunis than etiquette permits to one of his color." "Well. and his hand and . the table was splendidly covered. having baskets in their hands. with antique bas-reliefs of priceless value. if I could have anticipated the honor of your visit. and once convinced of this important point he cast his eyes around him. "Would it be impertinent. such as is my supper. I have always observed that they bandage people's eyes who penetrate enchanted palaces. that I see no reason why at this moment I should not be called Aladdin. a glorious turbot. which was oblong. a tolerable supper and pretty comfortable beds. "make no apologies. but I think nothing is more annoying than to remain two or three hours together without knowing by name or appellation how to address one another." Ali approached his master. will you now take the trouble to enter the dining-room. Ali alone was present to wait at table." said the unknown to Franz. a quarter of a kid with tartar great disorder. Pray observe.http://www. for instance. he feels some gratitude towards me for having kept it on his shoulders." said Franz.'" "Alas. then. and dressed in a plain white tunic. moving aside the tapestry. he is a poor devil who is much devoted to me. as I only require his wonderful lamp to make me precisely like Aladdin. those of Raoul in the `Huguenots. I only request you to give me one by which I may have the pleasure of addressing you. pomegranates from Malaga." replied he.' and really I have nothing to complain of. Franz now looked upon another scene of enchantment." "Ma foi. and a Nubian. "Now. These baskets contained four pyramids of most splendid fruit. that I may put you at your ease. The supper consisted of a roast pheasant garnished with Corsican blackbirds. Signor Sinbad. Sinbad preceded his guest. if you will. Let me now endeavor to make you forget this temporary unpleasantness. my dear sir. "to ask you the particulars of this kindness?" "Oh. took his hand. I would have prepared for it. black as ebony." replied the host. and at the four corners of this apartment. I tell you that I am generally called `Sinbad the Sailor.'" "And I. it is at your disposal. and offer you what no doubt you did not expect to find here -. Between these large dishes were smaller ones containing various dainties. That will keep us from going away from the East whither I am tempted to think I have been conveyed by some good genius. is the supper ready?" At this moment the tapestry moved aside. a boar's ham with jelly. But such as is my hermitage. He remembers that I saved his life. that the guest complimented his host thereupon. while he did the honors of the supper with much ease and grace -. Signor Aladdin. and acquitted himself so admirably.

has a fearful account to settle with it. "You have not guessed rightly. I must seem to you by no means curious. . "and I made some others also which I hope I may fulfil in due season. laughing with his singular laugh which displayed his white and sharp teeth. and the little man in the blue cloak. for whenever the coward sees the first glimpse of the shores of Africa. but on condition that the poor fellow never again set foot in Tunis. in all probability. for instance!" observed Franz. it will. and would never return to the world unless you had some great project to accomplish there." he said. you would not desire any other. which condemns or pardons." "I? -." replied the host. his eyes gave forth gleams of extraordinary ferocity. if you had tasted my life. Sinbad started and looked fixedly at him. my attendants obey my slightest wish." responded Sinbad." Although Sinbad pronounced these words with much calmness. Sometimes I amuse myself by delivering some bandit or criminal from the bonds of the law. it will be. but I assure you that it is not my fault I have delayed it so long -." "I should like to be there at the time you come. and proposed to give him for Ali a splendid double-barreled gun which I knew he was very desirous of having. Then I have my mode of dispensing justice." "And do you propose to make this journey very shortly?" "I do not know. without respite or appeal. This was a useless clause in the bargain. I am pleased with one place. Such as you see me I am. he was so very desirous to complete the poor devil's punishment. "Because. But when I added to the gun an English cutlass with which I had shivered his highness's yataghan to pieces. unfortunately. the bey will happen one day or the other." "I should avail myself of your offer with pleasure." The supper appeared to have been supplied solely for Franz. and even the life you lead. the hand the second. hardly knowing what to think of the halfkindness. sir?" said Franz inquiringly. and one day perhaps I shall go to Paris to rival Monsieur Appert. "What makes you suppose so?" "Everything. incognito." Franz remained a moment silent and pensive." replied Franz. persecuted by society."your voice. I get tired of it. your look. and can only be induced to appear again when we are out of sight of that quarter of the globe. a sort of philosopher. half-cruelty. I am free as a bird and have wings like head cut off. He hesitated a moment." said the unknown with a singular smile." "And will that be the first time you ever took that journey?" "Yes. I went to the bey. "but. for your liberal hospitality displayed to me at Monte Cristo." answered Franz. and agreed to forgive the hand and head. as he replied. silent and sure. The unknown fixed on the young man one of those looks which penetrate into the depth of the heart and thoughts. "And why revenge?" he asked. and which no one sees. it depends on circumstances which depend on certain arrangements. "You have suffered a great deal. "you pass your life in travelling?" "Yes. with which his host related the brief narrative. Ah. your pallid complexion. I am king of all creation. the real life of a pasha.I live the happiest life possible." "Ah. I made a vow at a time when I little thought I should ever be able to accomplish it. for the unknown scarcely touched one or two dishes of the splendid banquet to which his guest did ample justice. I always had a desire to have a mute in my service. he runs down below." "Revenge.La Mansión del Inglés . and the head the third. as far as lies in my power. by way of changing the conversation. and leave it. and stay there. the tongue the first day. so learning the day his tongue was cut out. "you seem to me like a man who. -. "And like the celebrated sailor whose name you have assumed. if I go there.http://www. and I will endeavor to repay you.

yet without recognizing it. The care with which Ali placed this cup on the table roused Franz's curiosity. and ever-lovely virgins. king of creation." "Then. I really cannot. which transported them to Paradise. that green preserve is nothing less than the ambrosia which Hebe served at the table of Jupiter. not a king of a petty kingdom hidden in some corner of Europe like France. and there. king of the universe." "Well." he replied. or England. for which. without bowing at the feet of Satan. Are you a man of imagination -. the fields of infinite space open to you.'" . and obedient to his orders as to those of a deity. something like preserved angelica. and is gold your god? taste this. in passing through mortal hands has lost its heavenly appellation and assumed a human name. "You cannot guess. and in these gardens isolated pavilions. or if we do see and regard it." cried Sinbad. raised it to his lips. can you?" "No. What these happy persons took for reality was but a dream. and is it not an easy thing. to tell the truth. and Golconda are opened to you. He replaced the lid. the man to whom there should be built a palace."What.http://www. or rather took the baskets from the hands of the statues and placed them on the table. In this valley were magnificent gardens planted by Hassen-ben-Sabah." "But. then.La Mansión del Inglés . it is hashish -. so voluptuous. and then casting his eyes towards his host he saw him smile at his disappointment. -. the only man. "it is hashish! I know that -. you know he reigned over a rich valley which was overhung by the mountain whence he derived his picturesque name. took a teaspoonful of the magic sweetmeat. died in torture without a murmur. "what there is in that small vase. so enthralling. you advance free in heart. He raised the cover and saw a kind of greenish paste.the hashish of Abou-Gor. but it was a dream so soft. everripe fruit. but which was perfectly unknown to him. the celebrated maker. since it is only to do thus? look!" At these words he uncovered the small cup which contained the substance so lauded. in the midst of ever-blooming shrubs. no doubt. Franz did not disturb him whilst he absorbed his favorite sweetmeat. Are you ambitious. believing that the death they underwent was but a quick transition to that life of delights of which the holy herb.a poet? taste this." "That is it precisely. you will be king and master of all the kingdoms of the earth. Are you a man for the substantials.mansioningles. Into these pavilions he admitted the Then Ali brought on the dessert. but king of the world. that they sold themselves body and soul to him who gave it to them. into the boundless realms of unfettered revery. is this precious stuff?" "Did you ever hear. and in an hour you will be a king.the purest and most unadulterated hashish of Alexandria. "we frequently pass so near to happiness without seeing. "this ambrosia. and swallowed it slowly with his eyes half shut and his head bent backwards. name at least. inscribed with these words. Guzerat." "Well. Between the two baskets he placed a small silver cup with a silver cover. Spain." replied Franz. who attempted to assassinate Philip Augustus?" "Of course I have. and do you seek after the greatnesses of the earth? taste this. `A grateful world to the dealer in happiness. says Marco Polo. without regarding it. struck down the designated victim. thus it is that our material origin is revealed. I do not feel any particular desire?" "Ah. but when he had finished. and the boundaries of possibility disappear. "of the Old Man of the Mountain. he inquired. Is it not tempting what I offer you. gave them to eat a certain herb." said he." cried Franz. Signor Aladdin. now before you had given them a slight foretaste. in vulgar phrase. free in mind. as ignorant of what the cup contained as he was before he had looked at it. and the mines of Peru. what may you term this composition. -.

with one of those singular smiles which did not escape the young nature which is not made for joy and clings to pain. and Ali will bring us coffee and quit paradise for earth -." replied Franz.gave some orders to the servant. Tell me. and nothing in the world will seem to you to equal the delicacy of its flavor. like his guest. that you would desire to live no longer. truffles. fox-skins from Norway. porter. which is your apartment.taste the hashish.http://www. so that it seemed like walking over the most mossy turf. walls. strong or weak. the first time you tasted oysters. and while he who called himself Sinbad -. ceiling. and all these skins were strewn in profusion one on the other. guest of mine -. Each of them took one. gentle or violent. "I have a very great inclination to judge for myself of the truth or exaggeration of your eulogies. and Franz abandoned himself to that mute revery. but the thing does not appear to me as palatable as you say. and the Chinese eat swallows' nests? Eh? no! Well. "And you are right. It was round. Let us now go into the adjoining chamber. but do not confine yourself to one trial. "when I have . the dream must succeed to reality.mansioningles. during which Sinbad gave himself up to thoughts that seemed to occupy him incessantly." said Franz. and all prepared so that there was no need to smoke the same pipe twice. "How do you take it?" inquired the unknown. Like everything else. Nature subdued must yield in the combat. only eat for a week." "Because your palate his not yet been attuned to the sublimity of the substances it flavors. about as much in quantity as his host had eaten. and to give the smoker in exchange all the visions of the soul. and then the dream reigns supreme. Franz entered still another apartment.heaven for hell! Taste the hashish. those Orientals." "I will take it in the Turkish style. cool or boiling? As you please. Ah. it is ready in all ways. "it shows you have a tendency for an Oriental life. even in the midst of his conversation. chibouques with jasmine tubes and amber mouthpieces were within reach. spotted beautifully. it is the same with hashish. and sundry other dainties which you now adore. they are the only men who know how to live. were all covered with magnificent skins as soft and downy as the richest carpets.La Mansión del Inglés ." Franz's only reply was to take a teaspoonful of the marvellous preparation.and whom we have occasionally named so. then the dream becomes life. bear-skins from Siberia. like those that appeared to Dante." said his host. tea.judge. floor. we must habituate the senses to a fresh impression. which seems to remove with its fume all the troubles of the mind. But what changes occur! It is only by comparing the pains of actual being with the joys of the assumed existence. did you like them? Could you comprehend how the Romans stuffed their pheasants with assafoetida. or reclining on the most luxurious bed. and life becomes the dream. Ali brought in the coffee. -. Both laid themselves down on the divan. "I do not know if the result will be as agreeable as you describe. but to dream thus forever. there were heavy-maned lion-skins from Atlas. There is a struggle in nature against this divine substance. It was simply yet richly furnished. sad or joyous. you would seem to leave a Neapolitan spring for a Lapland winter -. after having swallowed the divine preserve. sugar or none. have some title by which to distinguish him -. and lift it to his mouth. which Ali lighted and then retired to prepare the coffee. panther-skins from the Cape. There was a moment's silence. into which we always sink when smoking excellent tobacco. Divan." They both arose." he added. striped tiger-skins from Bengal. "in the French or Turkish style. and a large divan completely encircled it. which now appears to you flat and distasteful. As for me. When you return to this mundane sphere from your visionary world. Signor Aladdin -. "Diable!" he said. that we might. and so on." "Judge for "Do you know.

but not to any distance. then. his senses seemed to redouble their power. but a completed my affairs in Paris. the mute attendant. yes. as if some Loreley had decreed to attract a soul thither. all the spangles of the sun. -. It seemed to Franz that he closed his eyes. and with those wings I could make a tour of the world in four and twenty hours. like the last shadows of the magic lantern before it is extinguished. all the preoccupation of mind which the events of the evening had brought on. then. inhaling the fresh and balmy air. and looks inflexible and ardent like those with which the serpent charms the bird. like that which may be supposed to reign around the grotto of Circe. without shock. His body seemed to acquire an airy lightness. one of those chaste figures. and he was again in the chamber of statues. that they would have made a divine harmony had their notes been taken down. At length the boat touched the shore. rich in form. to Ali. Cleopatra. I shall go and die in the East. and assuming attitudes which the gods could not resist. from Sinbad. with all the blue of the ocean. and fly into superhuman regions. and if your wings. and approached the couch on which he was reposing.he saw the Island of Monte Cristo. and such fires as burn the very senses. as burning mouths were pressed to his thirsty lips.La Mansión del Inglés . Then the three statues advanced towards him with looks of love. with eyes of fascination. and he saw again all he had seen before his sleep. the enchanter. and in a last look about him saw the vision of modesty completely veiled. several steps. like those of Icarus. and bright and flowing hair. his singular host. and then he gave way before looks that held him in a torturing grasp and delighted his senses as with a voluptuous kiss. or Ispahan. unfurl your wings. -. hair flowing like waves. those three celebrated courtesans. but which saints withstood.http://www. their throats bare. the horizon continued to expand. as lips touch lips. in attraction. but without effort. fear nothing. or rather seemed to descend. transparent. then all seemed to fade away and become confused before his eyes. He descended. Messalina. there is a watch over you. Bagdad.songs so clear and sonorous. They were Phryne. all the perfumes of the summer breeze. disappeared as they do at the first approach of sleep. smiles of love. and then followed a dream of passion like that promised by the Prophet to the elect. for I feel eagle's wings springing out at my shoulders. and he entered the grotto amidst continued strains of most delicious melody. who made a sign of obedience and withdrew. so that to Franz. you must seek me at Cairo. but as an oasis in the desert. and which he had seen before he slept. their feet hidden in their long white tunics." "Ma foi. those calm shadows. unbounded horizon. but it was not the gloomy horizon of vague alarms. and should you wish to see me again. the songs became louder. Lips of stone turned to flame. Well. for an enchanting and mysterious harmony rose to heaven. melt before the sun. All the bodily fatigue of the day. Then among them glided like a pure ray. his perception brightened in a remarkable manner. and poesy." "Ah." He then said something in Arabic to Ali. in the midst of the songs of his sailors." said Franz. when we are still sufficiently conscious to be aware of the coming of slumber. as his boat drew nearer. which seemed to veil its virgin brow before these marble wantons. formed from such perfumes as set the mind a dreaming. breasts of ice became like heated lava. no longer as a threatening rock in the midst of the waves.mansioningles. As to Franz a strange transformation had taken place in him. or Amphion. intended there to build a city. the hashish is beginning its work. "it would be the easiest thing in the world. yielding for the first time to the sway of the drug. They were the same statues. we are here to ease your fall. love was a sorrow and voluptuousness a torture. those soft visions. and he was held in cool serpent-like embraces. . lighted only by one of those pale and antique lamps which watch in the dead of the night over the sleep of pleasure. like a Christian angel in the midst of Olympus.

and so strong a hold had it taken of his imagination." said Franz. as very important business calls him to Malaga. his presentation to a smuggler chief. At the stern the mysterious stranger was standing up looking towards the shore. and once more awakened The more he strove against this unhallowed passion the more his senses yielded to its thrall. and at length. He found that he was in a grotto. Franz returned the salute by shaking his . a faculty for absorbing the pure air. Thus every now and then he saw in fancy amid the sailors. He thought himself in a sepulchre. When Franz returned to himself. and holding a spy-glass in his hand. He recalled his arrival on the island. and enjoying the bright sunshine more vividly than ever. however. but he trusts you will excuse him.mansioningles." So saying. even in the very face of open day. he felt a certain degree of lightness. who rose as soon as they perceived him. his head was perfectly clear." "So. on the shore the sailors were sitting. Gaetano pointed in a direction in which a small vessel was making sail towards the southern point of Corsica. There for some time he enjoyed the fresh breeze which played on his brow. He stretched forth his hand.La Mansión del Inglés . and found himself lying on his bournous in a bed of dry heather. It seemed. reminded him of the illusiveness of his vision. then gradually this view of the outer world. one of the shadows which had shared his dream with looks and kisses. seated on a rock.http://www. undulating gracefully on the water. He was for some time without reflection or thought for the divine charm which is in the things of nature. that at least a year had elapsed since all these things had passed. went towards the opening. and to all the excitement of his dream succeeded the calmness of reality. so deep was the impression made in his mind by the dream. recognize your host in the midst of his crew. and touched stone. He was attired as he had been on the previous evening. and the enchantment of his marvellous dream. there exists a man who has received me in this island. they had vanished at his waking. into which a ray of sunlight in pity scarcely penetrated. a subterranean palace full of splendor. and directed it towards the yacht. he rose to his seat. and a spoonful of hashish. Gaetano. on the contrary. Otherwise. He went gayly up to the sailors. all reality. said. he was free from the slightest headache. Chapter 32 The Waking. and desires us to express the regret he feels at not being able to take his leave in person. and his departed while I was asleep?" "He exists as certainly as that you may see his small yacht with all her sails spread. Gaetano was not mistaken. The air and water were shining in the beams of the morning sun. or undulating in the vessel. an excellent supper. The vision had fled. so grand. then. "The Signor Sinbad has left his compliments for your excellency. specially after a fantastic dream. and if you will use your glass. and through a kind of fanlight saw a blue sea and an azure sky. and the patron. Franz adjusted his telescope. weary of a struggle that taxed his very soul. accosting him. very soft and odoriferous. in all probability. He advanced several paces towards the point whence the light came. and listened to the dash of the waves on the beach. you will. and his body refreshed. that left against the rocks a lace of foam as white as silver. so calm. "this is. entertained me right royally. and at ten yards from them the boat was at anchor. chatting and laughing. so pure. and waved his pockethandkerchief to his guest in token of adieu. then. he gave way and sank back breathless and exhausted beneath the kisses of these marble goddesses. and as if the statues had been but shadows from the tomb. he seemed still to be in a dream.

light me a torch. "There. He looked again through his glass. He saw nothing. With much pleasure." replied the patron. After a second." added Franz. and Franz could not consider them as game. he did not see a fissure without introducing the blade of his hunting sword into it. which were at last utterly useless. but I have always given it up. I understand. and entered the subterranean grotto. which he had utterly forgotten. "What are your excellency's orders?" inquired Gaetano. continuing her flight towards Corsica. yes. other ideas. and Gaetano smiled." said Franz." he remarked to Gaetano. much more enthralling. while it seems he is in the direction of Porto-Vecchio." replied Gaetano.La Mansión del Inglés . as impenetrable as futurity. and. At the end of this time he gave up his search. he had really been the hero of one of the tales of the "Thousand and One Nights. These animals. but it was in vain that he carried his torch all round the exterior surface of the grotto. and would at any time run fifty leagues out of his course to do a poor devil a service. Giovanni. "to find the entrance to the enchanted apartment. and began to hunt over the island with the air of a man who is fulfilling a duty." The young man took his carbine and fired it in the air." "But such services as these might involve him with the authorities of the country in which he practices this kind of philanthropy. the yacht only seemed like a small white speck on the horizon. Since. the evening before. "he is bidding you adieu. which rose gracefully as it expanded in the air. in the first place. and at the end of a quarter of an hour he had killed a goat and two kids. and he is going to land them. He took his fowling-piece. "you told me that Signor Sinbad was going to Malaga. now like a sea-gull on the wave. "and give it to his excellency. by traces of smoke. in spite of the failure of his first search. He recognized the place where he had awaked by the bed of heather that was there. and then Franz heard a slight report. "In the first place. When Franz appeared again on the shore. unless that. others had before him attempted the same thing. rather than enjoying a handkerchief as an exchange of signals. Gaetano reminded him that he had come for the purpose of shooting goats." said the patron. "Precisely so. do you hear?" observed Gaetano." he added. But I too have had the idea you have. and I will get you the torch you ask for." and he was irresistibly attracted towards the grotto. The second visit was a long one. they say.http://www. "or any authorities? He smiles at them. Moreover. and two or three times the same fancy has come over me.mansioningles. Franz took the lamp. were too much like domestic goats. your excellency. but without any idea that the noise could be heard at the distance which separated the yacht from the shore. without strict scrutiny. All was vain." "Ah." replied Gaetano with a laugh. and he saw the little yacht. Franz was sitting on the spot where he was on the previous evening when his mysterious host had invited him to supper. or a projecting point on which he did not lean and press in the hopes it would give way. his yacht is not a . "Why. Let them try to pursue him! Why. and when he returned the kid was roasted and the repast ready. he is one who fears neither God nor Satan." "Don't you remember. Yet he did not leave a foot of this granite wall. he began a second. if it would amuse you. but even then he could not distinguish anything. followed by Gaetano. a slight cloud of smoke was seen at the stern of the vessel. and he lost two hours in his attempts. "I told you that among the crew there were two Corsican brigands?" "True. "Ah. occupied his mind. in vain. light a torch." Giovanni obeyed. "And what cares he for that. Then. like him. though wild and agile as chamois. after having told Gaetano to roast one of the two kids.

and so enjoyed exceptional privileges.mansioningles." "Sir. Signor Pastrini. and then supper. An apartment.a sublime spot.La Mansión del Inglés . which was continually increasing and getting more and more turbulent. "Oh. a resting-place full of poetry and character. that's all. and a carriage for tomorrow and the following days. He had lost all hope of detecting the secret of the grotto. Corpus Christi. which renders it similar to a kind of station between this world and the next -. On his first inquiry he was ship. the deuce! then we shall pay the more. and if he were to throw himself on the coast.a fact which Signor Pastrini commented upon as an inappreciable advantage. and the Feast of St. they had lost sight of Monte Cristo. -. At last he made his way through the mob.http://www. "you shall be served immediately. no joking." replied the host. "Very good. for the moment at least. "Come. the events which had just passed. as it disappeared in the gulf of Porto-Vecchio. At the moment the boat began her course they lost sight of the yacht. He set out. As to Franz. "we will do all in our power to procure you one -. and next morning. Holy Week. Peter. With it was effaced the last trace of the preceding night. This plan succeeded. and Signor Pastrini himself ran to him. but as for the carriage" -"What as to the carriage?" exclaimed Albert." "As to supper. who was awaiting him at Rome." "And when shall we know?" inquired Franz. but the host was unable to decide to which of the two nations the traveller belonged. and then thought of nothing but how he should rejoin his companion." said Franz. At Drake's or Aaron's one pays twenty-five lire for common days. for the streets were thronged with people. he hastened on board. come. when Morcerf himself appeared.this is all I can say. and. is he not certain of finding friends everywhere?" It was perfectly clear that the Signor Sinbad. scolding the waiters." answered the inn-keeper. as we have said. I see plainly enough. taking the candlestick from the porter. and he would beat any frigate three knots in every nine. The rest of the floor was hired by a very rich gentleman who was supposed to be a Sicilian or Maltese. while he finished his affairs of pleasure at Florence. and asked for Albert de Morcerf. and on the Saturday evening reached the Eternal City by the mail-coach. The two rooms looked onto the street -. why. The boat sailed on all day and all night. When Franz had once again set foot on shore.the Carnival. and at which Franz had already halted five or six times. The apartment consisted of two small rooms and a parlor. he consequently despatched his breakfast. and at each time found it more marvellous and striking. and at Rome there are four great events in every year. statues. and they were soon under way. -all became a dream for Franz. had the honor of being on excellent terms with the smugglers and bandits along the whole coast of the Mediterranean. his boat being ready. but a bird. and reached the hotel. that there was no room for him at the Hotel de Londres. we must have a carriage. and thirty or thirty-five lire a day . between life and death. and thus he had but to go to Signor Pastrini's hotel. Sinbad. he had no longer any inducement to remain at Monte Cristo. he forgot. "To-morrow morning. hashish. Then he sent his card to Signor Pastrini. when the sun rose. signor Pastrini. with the impertinence peculiar to hired hackney-coachmen and inn-keepers with their houses full. "but we must have some supper instantly. had been retained beforehand. All the rest of the year the city is in that state of dull apathy. But this was not so easy a matter." replied the landlord. who was ready to pounce on the traveller and was about to lead him to Albert. Franz's host. and Rome was already a prey to that low and feverish murmur which precedes all great events. excusing himself for having made his excellency wait.

"to-day is Thursday. with that delighted philosophy which believes that nothing is impossible to a full purse or well-lined pocketbook." "Ah. "which will make it still more difficult.there is not a single carriage to be had -. and who knows what may arrive between this and Sunday?" "Ten or twelve thousand travellers will arrive. and without waiting for Franz to question him." returned Franz." "There are no horses. "Well. but to pass to another. that will make forty." "What are we to say to this?" asked Franz." "What is the matter?" said Albert. went to bed. "for the very three days it is most needed." Albert looked at Franz like a man who hears a reply he does not understand. for the last three days of the carnival. excellency. excellency. that you were too late -. my dear boy." Morcerf then." said the landlord triumphantly. "Be easy. who was desirous of keeping up the dignity of the capital of the Christian world in the eyes of his guest." "Yes. "that there are no carriages to be had from Sunday to Tuesday evening. "no carriage to be had?" "Just so. and dreamed he was racing all over Rome at Carnival time in a coach with six horses. It is a little worse for the journey. my dear Franz -. Chapter 33 Roman Bandits. but that's no matter.that is." "But the carriage and horses?" said Franz. and instantly rang the bell. entering. that is something. "you have guessed it. but from now till Sunday you can have fifty if you please. supped. then." "Well.http://www. "I feared yesterday." said Albert." "At least we can have a window?" "Where?" "In the Corso. and there are none left but those absolutely requisite for posting.La Mansión del Inglés . "but can't we have posthorses?" "They have been all hired this fortnight. Is supper ready. I am accustomed not to dwell on that thing. "I say." said Morcerf." replied Pastrini. slept soundly." replied Franz. The next morning Franz woke first. The sound had not yet died away when Signor Pastrini himself entered. they will come in due season." "My friend. "Do you understand that. and there's an end of it. add five lire a day more for extras." returned Franz. it is only a question of how much shall be charged for them." "Then they must put horses to mine." . your excellency." "That is to say." "Well. when I would not promise you anything. "let us enjoy the present without gloomy forebodings for the future.mansioningles. your Eternal City is a nice sort of place." "I am afraid if we offer them double that we shall not procure a more for Sundays and feast horses?" he said. let us sup. Signor Pastrini?" "Yes. that when a thing completely surpasses my comprehension.

the carriage will cost you six piastres a day.La Mansión del Inglés . He wished to show Albert the Colosseum by moonlight. "do you think we are going to run about on foot in the streets of Rome." returned Franz." "When do you wish the carriage to be here?" "In an hour. and the day after. "I came to Rome to see the Carnival. and that has been let to a Russian prince for twenty sequins a day." "And. the devil. "do you know what is the best thing we can do? It is to pass the Carnival at Venice. as he had shown him Saint Peter's by daylight. "Where do your excellencics wish to go?" asked he. the young men would have thought themselves happy to have secured it for the last three days of the Carnival."utterly impossible." "Do your excellencies still wish for a carriage from now to Sunday morning?" "Parbleu!" said Albert." An hour after the vehicle was at the door." and the Hotel de Londres was the "palace. at the door Franz ordered the coachman to be ready at eight." "And now we understand each other. he is an old friend of mine." cried Albert. Franz took out his watch -. though I see it on stilts. we will give you twelve piastres for to-day." The genius for laudation characteristic of the race was in that phrase. tomorrow.http://www. who is mine "Ah. with the smile peculiar to the Italian speculator when he confesses defeat. and I hope you will be satisfied. "Now go. who has plundered me pretty well already. the cicerone sprang into the seat behind." "But. was half-past four. as I am not a millionaire. Suddenly the daylight began to fade away.said Pastrini. but these words were addressed to him. he will take a less price than the one I offer you. and. like the gentleman in the next apartments. and then to the Colosseum. it was a hack conveyance which was elevated to the rank of a private carriage in honor of the occasion." The two young men looked at each other with an air of stupefaction. their excellencies stretched their legs along the seats. I tell you beforehand. the carriage approached the palace. "shall I bring the carriage nearer to the palace?" Accustomed as Franz was to the Italian phraseology. "I will do all I can. his first impulse was to look round him. but. excellency" -." "Ah. Franz and Albert descended." returned Albert." the vehicle was the "carriage. Franz was the "excellency. and then you will make a good profit.mansioningles. there was only one left on the fifth floor of the Doria Palace." cried the cicerone. and we shall have complete success. "I warn you. seeing Franz approach the window. and a month to study it." "Do not give yourselves the trouble. -. They returned to the hotel. that as I have been four times before at Rome. there we are sure of obtaining gondolas if we cannot have carriages." "In an hour it will be at the door. "To Saint Peter's first. But Albert did not know that it takes a day to see Saint Peter's. "Excellency." said Franz. and that will be your fault. "or I shall go myself and bargain with your affettatore. and I will." returned Signor Pastrini." "Bravo! an excellent idea. When we show a friend a city one has . still striving to gain his point. We will disguise ourselves as monster pulchinellos or shepherds of the Landes. in the hope of making more out of me. a window!" exclaimed Signor Pastrini. "Well. only. The day was passed at Saint Peter's alone." said Franz to Albert. excellency. like lawyer's clerks?" "I hasten to comply with your excellencies' wishes. you will lose the preference. in spite of its humble exterior. I know the prices of all the carriages.

I do not understand why they travel. you pay double. that is. somewhat piqued." "What! do you not know him?" "I have not that honor. you have ordered your carriage at eight o'clock precisely?" "I have." said Franz. Franz thought that he came to hear his dinner praised.and why?" "On account of the famous Luigi Vampa." "That is what all the French say. Men in their senses do not quit their hotel in the Rue du Helder." said Albert. "he may be very famous at Rome. They sat down to dinner." "It is much more convenient at Paris." "Well. in his turn interrupting his host's meditations." "Now then. and the Via Sacra. appeared every day on the fashionable walk. then. -." "Well. but it was not for that I came. and your excellencies will do well not to think of that any longer. when you are told anything cannot he done. their walk on the Boulevard de Gand. the Temple of Antoninus and Faustina. Signor Pastrini remained silent a short time. we feel the same pride as when we point out a woman whose lover we have been. or blockheads like us. and dined frequently at the only restaurant where you can really dine." returned Signor Pastrini. "I am delighted to have your approbation. to say the least.when anything cannot be done. "only madmen.La Mansión del Inglés . "you had some motive for coming here." "Pray. You have told your coachman to leave the city by the Porta del Popolo. "But. the Forum. compared to whom the Decesaris and the Gasparones were mere children. who may this famous Luigi Vampa be?" inquired Albert. skirt the outer wall. and reenter by the Porta San Giovanni. "No." "I forewarn you. Signor Pastrini had promised them a banquet." "Dangerous! -. but at the first words he was interrupted. if you are on good terms with its already visited. emitting a volume of smoke and balancing his chair on its hind legs. He was to leave the city by the Porta del Popolo. this route is impossible. he is a bandit. thus they would behold the Colosseum without finding their impressions dulled by first looking on the Capitol. may I beg to know what it was?" "Ah." It is of course understood that Albert resided in the aforesaid street." "You mean the Colosseum?" "It is the same thing. begin. which did not seem very clear. "here is a bandit for you at last." cried Franz. and began accordingly. and re-enter by the Porta San Giovanni?" "These are my words exactly. lighting his cigar. and the Cafe de Paris. "for that reason." "Impossible!" "Very dangerous." "But. at Rome things can or cannot be done. to drive round the walls." "Once upon a time" -- . ever do travel. he gave them a tolerable repast." "Did you come to tell us you have procured a carriage?" asked Albert." "You have never heard his name?" "Never. and it is done directly. that I shall not believe one word of what you are going to tell us. having told you this." "You intend visiting Il Colosseo. Albert. "Excellency. yes. Signor Pastrini. the Arch of Septimus Severus. At the end of the dinner he entered in person. but I can assure you he is quite unknown at Paris. there is an end of it." said Pastrini. it was evident that he was musing over this answer.mansioningles.http://www.

sit down. whose courage revolted at the idea of being plundered tamely. and knows. Come. "that this practice is very convenient for bandits.La Mansión del Inglés . "you are more susceptible than Cassandra. and that it seems to be due to an arrangement of their own. and yet no one believed her. and present him to his holiness the Pope. who asks how he can repay so great a service. go on. it is useless for me to say anything. you are not safe fifty yards from the gates. "And pray. who was a prophetess. so proceed. Signor Pastrini's face assumed an expression impossible to describe. and we take him -. "Your excellency knows that it is not customary to defend yourself when attacked by bandits. or aqueduct." Doubtless Signor Pastrini found this pleasantry compromising. and worthy the `Let him die." said Franz." replied Signor Pastrini." said Albert. but had never been able to comprehend them.http://www. "not make any resistance!" "No. addressing Franz." Signor Pastrini turned toward Franz. for at Terracina I was plundered even of my hunting-knife." "Well. and we see the Carnival in the carriage.mansioningles. for it would be useless.he had had a great many Frenchmen in his house. while you. and doubtless the Roman people will crown us at the Capitol. turning to Franz. ruin. but I very much doubt your returning by the other." "But if your excellency doubt my veracity" -"Signor Pastrini." The inn-keeper turned to Franz with an air that seemed to say. then we merely ask for a carriage and a pair of horses. and level their pieces at you?" "Eh." "On your honor is that true?" cried Albert. "where are these pistols. for he only answered half the question. "but that he will not believe what you are going to tell us. "Count. and double-barrelled guns. and tell us all about this Signor Vampa.we bring him back to Rome. the safety of Rome was . we will fill our carriage with pistols. too. blunderbusses. we must do him justice." "My dear fellow. "Because." "I had told your excellency he is the most famous bandit we have had since the days of Mastrilla. at least. who seemed to him the more reasonable of the two." Whilst Albert proposed this scheme. as the only one likely to listen with attention.' of Corneille. -." returned Signor Pastrini. "if you look upon me as a liar." returned Franz." "I shared the same fate at Aquapendente. "Excellency. and then he spoke to Franz. Signor Pastrini. and other deadly weapons with which you intend filling the carriage?" "Not out of my armory." said he gravely. that these things are not to be laughed at. but to your "Well." "Do you know. Luigi Vampa comes to take us." asked Franz. what has this bandit to do with the order I have given the coachman to leave the city by the Porta del Popolo. like Curtius and the veiled Horatius. Signor Pastrini. "your answer is sublime. only. What could you do against a dozen bandits who spring out of some pit. "Your friend is decidedly mad. it was for your interest I" -"Albert does not say you are a liar." "Why?" asked Franz. "I do not say this to you." returned Franz. blunderbusses. "here is an admirable adventure. parbleu! -. the preservers of their country. hurt at Albert's repeated doubts of the truth of his assertions. and proclaim us. who knows Rome." "What!" cried Albert. are sure of the credence of half your audience. lighting a second cigar at the first. when Horace made that answer. -." said Albert. and to re-enter by the Porta San Giovanni?" "This.but I will believe all you say.they should kill me." "My dear Albert. "that you will go out by one. after nightfall.

"the hero of this history is only two and twenty?" "Scarcely so much. motioning Signor Pastrini to seat himself. the priest and the boy sat down on a bank by the wayside. warning him that it would be short. "Well. Alexander. having no other name." said Franz. and asked to be taught to read. -. "Your excellencies permit it?" asked the host. Signor Pastrini drew from his fob a magnificent Breguet. and that he must profit as much as possible by it." said Franz. pointing to Albert. and at his age.http://www. "Here it is. which meant that he was ready to tell them all they wished to know concerning Luigi Vampa. he was born at Pampinara." returned the host. who owned a small flock. of Parisian manufacture." continued Franz. "Peste. The child accepted joyfully.about the same stature as his excellency. it is only to gratify a whim. "To what class of society does he belong?" "He was a shepherd-boy attached to the farm of the Count of San-Felice.mansioningles.000 francs. who have all made some noise in the world. and you have seen how peaceful my intentions are. tell me who is this Luigi Vampa." Albert poured himself out a glass of lacryma Christi. he. if we meet him by chance. we may recognize him. and set me free. he told Luigi that he might meet him on his return. were quite behind him. then?" "A young man? he is only two and twenty. for he could not quit his flock. Is he a shepherd or a nobleman? -. but the good curate went every day to say mass at a little hamlet too poor to pay a priest and which. "now that my companion is quieted. muttering some unintelligible words. which he sipped at intervals. was called Borgo. I have its fellow" -. "Go on. Signor Pastrini. At the end of three months he had ." "Let us hear the history.he took his watch from his waistcoat pocket -. every day. in order that. but made me a present of a very splendid watch. situated between Palestrina and the lake of Gabri." said he." said Franz. One day. "I compliment you on it. like Bugaboo John or Lara." "So. but. smiling at his friend's susceptibility. and the little shepherd took his lesson out of the priest's breviary. he came to the curate of Palestrina. and it would be ridiculous to risk our lives for so foolish a motive." returned Albert. and entered the count's service when he was five years old." continued two and twenty to be thus famous?" "Yes. and lived by the wool and the milk.La Mansión del Inglés . "you are not a preacher. and a count's coronet." "Is he tall or short?" "Of the middle height -. "Pardieu!" cried Albert. the little Vampa displayed a most extraordinary precocity. at the moment Signor Pastrini was about to open his mouth." "Let us see the watch. not only without ransom." said Albert. and related his history to me. and Napoleon." "You could not apply to any one better able to inform you on all these points. which he sold at Rome. "that you knew Luigi Vampa when he was a child -.he will gain himself a reputation. "Thanks for the comparison.young or old? concerned."and it cost me 3. to remain standing!" The host sat down. fortunately for me. going from Ferentino to Alatri. when he was seven years old. Albert? -.tall or short? Describe him. Signor Pastrini.he is still a young man. it was somewhat difficult. with a bow. and one day that I fell into his hands. recollected me. When quite a child. bearing the name of its maker. and that then he would give him a lesson. Caesar." "What do you think of that. for I knew him when he was a child." said Albert. as for us. Every day Luigi led his flock to graze on the road that leads from Palestrina to Borgo. at nine o'clock in the morning. his father was also a shepherd. after having made each of them a respectful bow. "You tell me.

this was what Vampa longed for. and their conversations. and the children returned to their respective farms. He applied his imitative powers to everything. a little younger than Vampa -. so beautifully carved that it would have . and had then cast the gun aside. he was given to alternating fits of sadness and enthusiasm.http://www. when the flock was safe at the farm. with his knife. The two piastres that Luigi received every month from the Count of San-Felice's steward. and attended by a train of liveried domestics. heated and sharpened it. and descended from the elevation of their dreams to the reality of their humble position. and always sarcastic. one middling. and giving themselves up to the wild ideas of their different characters. necklaces. and the price of all the little carvings in wood he sold at Rome. Teresa was the most beautiful and the best-attired peasant near Rome. made him a present of pens. houses. the little Luigi hastened to the smith at Palestrina. and made a fresh stock. Teresa was lively and gay. and formed a sort of stylus. and a penknife. and to give him two piastres a month. he drew on his slate sheep. and conversed together. she was an orphan. promising to meet the next morning. when young. and carrying a ball with the precision of an English rifle. astonished at his quickness and intelligence. passing all their time with each other. he examined the broken stock. general of an army. or governor of a province. laughed. The next day they kept their word. but could never have been bended. At the end of three months he had learned to write. and gold hairpins. and pointed out to him that by the help of a sharp instrument he could trace the letters on a slate. they separated their flocks. calculated what change it would require to adapt the gun to his shoulder. was nothing to a sculptor like Vampa. thanks to her friend's generosity. This was not enough -. which yielded beneath the hand of a woman. however. made at Breschia.La Mansión del Inglés . Luigi purchased books and pencils. Beside his taste for the fine arts. and. were expended in ear-rings. and thus they grew up learned to large. This demanded new effort. Then. His disposition (always inclined to exact concessions rather than to make them) kept him aloof from all friendships. or Valmontone had been able to gain any influence over him or even to become his companion. This. The same evening. The curate. who sent for the little shepherd. this impetuous character. played. The next morning he gathered an armful of pieces of slate and began.that is. sat down near each other. The two children grew up together. and Teresa eleven. but one day the count broke the stock. at the end of a week he wrote as well with this pen as with the stylus. Then. let their flocks mingle together. superbly attired. and one small.he must now learn to write. in all their dreams. None of the lads of Pampinara. their wishes. which Luigi had carried as far as he could in his solitude. paper. "One day the young shepherd told the count's steward that he had seen a wolf come out of the Sabine mountains. was often angry and capricious. ordered his attendant to let him eat with the domestics. he began to carve all sorts of objects in wood. Palestrina. in the evening they separated the Count of San-Felice's flock from those of Baron Cervetri. made him read and write before him. Vampa saw himself the captain of a vessel. This gun had an excellent barrel. it was thus that Pinelli. the famous sculptor. "A girl of six or seven -. And yet their natural disposition revealed itself. and trees. like Giotto. a gesture.tended sheep on a farm near Palestrina. Teresa saw herself rich. born at Valmontone and was named Teresa. and prowl around his flock. Vampa was twelve. So that. and thus learn to write. when they had thus passed the day in building castles in the air. The two children met. The curate related the incident to the Count of San-Felice. but coquettish to excess. Teresa alone ruled by a look. The priest had a writing teacher at Rome make three alphabets -. but nothing compared to the first. and which beneath the hand of a man might have broken. Thus. took a large nail. had commenced. With this. The steward gave him a gun. a word.mansioningles.

the strongest. the poor girl extended her arms to him. and Vampa seventeen. had crossed the Garigliano. "The celebrated Cucumetto. Teresa was sixteen.http://www. his name was Carlini. go where he will. When she recognized her lover. and carried him to the farm. whose branches intertwined. that Teresa overcame the terror she at first felt at the report. However. and she is abandoned to their brutality until death relieves her sufferings. and. no one had ever spoken to her of love. he purchased powder and ball. and followed the footsteps of Decesaris and Gasperone. Their disappearance at first caused much disquietude. Proud of this exploit. they had grown together like two trees whose roots are mingled. the prisoner is hostage for the security of the messenger. but the wolf had scarcely advanced ten yards ere he was dead. driven out of the kingdom of Naples. and Pampinara had disappeared. The man of superior abilities always finds admirers. had he chosen to sell it. whom he hoped to surpass. From this moment Vampa devoted all his leisure time to perfecting himself in the use of his precious weapon. like Manfred. often makes him feared. In every country where independence has taken the place of liberty. the daughter of a surveyor of Frosinone. He strove to collect a band of followers. and as he had saved his life by shooting a dragoon who was about to cut him down. seated at the foot of a huge pine that stood in the centre of the . and whose intermingled perfume rises to the heavens. pursued in the Abruzzo. and amused herself by watching him direct the ball wherever he pleased. because it was known that she was beloved by Vampa. Many young men of Palestrina. the most extraordinary traits of ferocious daring and brutality were related of him. When their parents are sufficiently rich to pay a ransom. that grew on the Sabine mountains. and although Teresa was universally allowed to be the most beautiful girl of the Sabines. The brigands have never been really extirpated from the neighborhood of fetched fifteen or twenty piastres. and the most courageous contadino for ten leagues around. The young girl's lover was in Cucumetto's troop. One day he carried off a young girl.the trunk of some old and moss-grown olive-tree. Vampa took the dead animal on his shoulders. a messenger is sent to negotiate. Sometimes a chief is wanted. the fox. But nothing could be farther from his thoughts. After some time Cucumetto became the object of universal attention. and believed herself safe. as he had for three years faithfully served him. by rendering its owner terrible. for he but too well knew the fate that awaited her. And yet the two young people had never declared their affection. and they would have preferred death to a day's separation. then the rest draw lots for her. which at once renders him capable of defence or attack. the eagle that soared above their heads: and thus he soon became so expert. the prisoner is irrevocably lost. as he quitted his earth on some marauding excursion. He took Cucumetto one side. About this time. as he was a favorite with Cucumetto. while the young girl. but it was soon known that they had joined Cucumetto. and had taken refuge on the banks of the Amasine between Sonnino and Juperno. Only their wish to see each other had become a necessity. he hoped the chief would have pity on him. the first desire of a manly heart is to possess a weapon. and everything served him for a mark -. a band of brigands that had established itself in the Lepini mountains began to be much spoken of. with as much accuracy as if he placed it by hand. but Carlini felt his heart sink. a young girl belongs first to him who carries her off. where he had carried on a regular war. should the ransom be refused. "One evening a wolf emerged from a pine-wood hear which they were usually stationed.mansioningles.La Mansión del Inglés . Frascati. These exploits had gained Luigi considerable reputation. For a long time a gun had been the young man's greatest ambition. He was spoken of as the most adroit. but when a chief presents himself he rarely has to wait long for a band of followers. The bandit's laws are positive.

`To the health of the brave Cucumetto and the fair Rita. for.' -`But never mind. Rita lay between them. A terrible battle between the two men seemed imminent. After a hundred yards he turned the corner of the thicket. this young girl is charming. Cucumetto rose. to abandon her to the common law?" said Carlini.' "Cucumetto departed. A cold perspiration burst from every pore. and could pay a large ransom. seized the glass. Cucumetto had been there. by accident. the other with the pallor of death on his brow. He was standing. then. three hundred piastres . they had met in some neighboring ruins. to ask for an exception?' -. The two brigands looked at each other for a moment -. He repeated his question. we will return to our comrades and draw lots for her.La Mansión del Inglés . and offered him a glass filled with Orvietto. The instant the letter was written. who was still insensible. The moon lighted the group.' returned Carlini. and had carried the maiden off. advancing towards the other bandits. as I am not egotistical. There he told the chief all -. doubtless. telling her she was saved. and how every night. Carlini besought his chief to make an exception in Rita's favor. in the meantime.`It is true. and hastened to the plain to find a messenger.' -. The boy undertook the commission.mansioningles. and does credit to your taste. as her father was rich. but nothing betrayed a hostile design on Carlini's part. he divined the truth.' -. made a veil of her picturesque head-dress to hide her face from the lascivious gaze of the bandits. Now. `sooner or later your turn will forest. "`Well. then. Twelve hours' delay was all that was granted -. his arms folded. but by degrees Carlini's features relaxed. and as for the money. but this mattered little to him now Rita had been his.`It is well. He inquired where they were. broke it across the face of him who presented it. as he said. "`Now.that is. to inform him what had occurred. his hand. `are you coming?' -`I follow you. At the sight of Carlini. saying. and bade him find a shepherd to send to Rita's father at Frosinone. anxious to see his mistress. and announce the joyful intelligence. "It so happened that night that Cucumetto had sent Carlini to a village.' said Cucumetto. Cucumetto fancied for a moment the young man was about to take her in his arms and fly.his affection for the prisoner. and that her ransom was fixed at three hundred piastres. without losing sight of Carlini. "`Why should an exception be made in her favor?' "`I thought that my entreaties' -"`What right have you. we will have a merry night. near Rita. which had grasped one of the pistols in his belt. any more than the rest. Carlini returned. between civilized and savage life. however. `have you executed your commission?' "`Yes. laughing. He found the troop in the glade.`You have determined. he found Rita senseless in the arms of Cucumetto. since he had been near.http://www. promising to be in Frosinone in less than an hour. a pistol in each hand.' Carlini's teeth clinched convulsively. supping off the provisions exacted as contributions from the peasants.' continued Cucumetto. captain.' At this moment Carlini heard a woman's cry. and was answered by a burst of laughter. he feared lest he should strike him unawares. `At nine o'clock to-morrow Rita's father will be here with the money. so that he had been unable to go to the place of meeting. The natural messengers of the bandits are the shepherds who live between the city and the mountains. and his hair stood on end. until nine the next morning. Carlini seized it. fell to his side. He found a young shepherd watching his flock. and bidding her write to her father. Cucumetto seemed to yield to his friend's entreaties. One of the bandits rose. and rushed towards the spot whence the cry came.the one with a smile of lasciviousness on his lips. their promises of mutual fidelity. but his eye vainly sought Rita and Cucumetto among them.' said Cucumetto. Carlini flew joyfully to Rita.

`Well done.mansioningles. Cucumetto stopped at last. he took a glass in one hand and a flask in the other. He was the man who had proposed to Carlini the health of their chief. the sheath at his belt was empty. but. A woman lay on the ground. with the exception of Carlini. Carlini!' cried the brigands. the bandits could perceive. and the forms of two persons became visible to the old man's eyes. seeing himself thus favored by fortune.`Your health. without his hand trembling in the least.' and they all formed a circle round the fire. Diovalaccio. his hand on the butt of one of his pistols. burst into a loud laugh. "Their demand was fair. without taking the money. have done the same. A knife was plunged up to the hilt in Rita's left breast. The names of all. the meaning of which he could not comprehend. but to their great surprise. and carried her out of the circle of firelight. her head resting on the knees of a man. Then every one could understand the cause of the unearthly pallor in the young girl and the bandit. ` distributed among the band was so small a sum that he cared little about it. `I now understand why Carlini stayed behind. propose mine to him. "`There.' -. `Here. ah. but they all understood what Carlini had done.' said he calmly. Carlini ate and drank as if nothing had happened. then. by the firelight. The eyes of all shone fiercely as they made their demand.' said he.' said he. They both advanced beneath the trees. `My supper. and lay down before the fire. rising in his turn. The old man obeyed.' All savage natures appreciate a desperate deed. were placed in a hat. including Carlini. At midnight the sentinel gave the alarm. to Cucumetto. `my expedition has given me an appetite.http://www. As he approached. Every one looked at Carlini. `Captain. Carlini arrived almost as soon as himself. give me back my child. made a sign to him to follow. as he raised his head. `that is acting like a good fellow. `does any one dispute the possession of this woman with me?' -. A large wound. They turned round. Cucumetto placed his sentinels for the night.' said the chief.La Mansión del Inglés . As they entered the circle. through whose branches streamed the moonlight. the ticket bore the name of Diovolaccio.' said he. The bandits looked on with astonishment at this singular conduct until they heard footsteps. and let us see if he will be more condescending to you than to me. the unearthly pallor of the young girl and of Diavolaccio. He continued to follow the path to the glade. was bleeding profusely. and the youngest of the band drew forth a ticket. Carlini raised his head. `here are three hundred piastres. `Let us draw lots! let us draw lots!' cried all the brigands. that every one rose. But the chief. `she is thine.' returned the chief. and pointed to two persons grouped at the foot of a tree. This apparition was so strange and so solemn. Diavolaccio advanced amidst the most profound silence. Her head hung back. the woman's face became visible. At length he advanced toward the group. who was seated by her.`No. he felt that some great and unforeseen misfortune hung over his head.' Every one expected an explosion on Carlini's part. -. No other of the bandits would. and her long hair swept the ground.' said he. perhaps. It was Rita's father. `Now. `demand thy child of Carlini. while Diavolaccio disappeared. who brought his daughter's ransom in person.' cried Carlini. and the chief inclined his head in sign of acquiescence. and laid Rita at the captain's feet. and in an instant all were on the alert. and filling it. `just now Carlini would not drink your health when I proposed it to him. The old man recognized his . and the red light of the fire made them look like demons. extending from the temple to the mouth. Then sitting down by the fire. who remained seated. and he drank it off.' and he returned to his companions. to his great surprise. and saw Diavolaccio bearing the young girl in his arms. and to whom Carlini replied by breaking the glass across his face. Diavolaccio. and approaching the corpse. and the bandits wrapped themselves in their cloaks. and ate and drank calmly. The old man remained motionless. he will tell thee what has become of her.' Carlini raised her in his arms. when they saw the chief.

and if that did not restore her courage.' The old man spoke not. He found the old man suspended from one of the branches of the oak which shaded his daughter's grave. The young girl trembled very much at hearing the stories. for two days afterwards. pale and bloody. and Carlini recognized the old man. Vampa. he pointed to a crow. They told ten other stories of this bandit chief. One day when they were talking over their plans for the future. into the arms of his mistress's father. my son. near which the two young persons used to graze their flocks. `I am pursued.`Leave me. they cast the earth over the corpse. When the grave was formed.`Cucumetto had violated thy daughter. `embrace me. An hour before daybreak. and had only their employers' leave to ask. `Now. Then they knelt on each side of the grave. can you conceal me?' They knew full well that this fugitive must be a bandit. and said the prayers of the dead.' said the bandit to Rita's father. Thus.' said the bandit. which threw its ball so well. they placed her in the grave. that. and hurried towards them. sobbing like a child. -. therefore I slew her. and now leave me alone. `I loved her. . tapping the butt of his good fowling-piece. but there is an innate sympathy between the Roman brigand and the Roman peasant and the latter is always ready to aid the former. `aid me to bury my child. `Now. `I expected thee.' continued Carlini. `I thank you. Time passed on. `if I have done wrongly. beneath which the young girl was to repose. each more singular than the other. They were both orphans. and the father and the lover began to dig at the foot of a huge oak. touched the trigger. he should have received a ball between his shoulders. he exclaimed. like a wise man. and heard this oath of vengeance. A ray of moonlight poured through the trees. and grew pale as death. But he was unable to complete this oath.' and withdrawing the knife from the wound in Rita's bosom. as he was with his face to the enemy.' -`Yet' -. and the bird fell dead at the foot of the tree. while with the other he tore open his vest. Carlini was killed.`Thou hast done well!' returned the old man in a hoarse voice. took aim. but Vampa reassured her with a smile. It had been resolved the night before to change their encampment. one taking the head. anticipated it. Then. the other the feet. When he came within hearing. for she would have served as the sport of the whole child. and gave the word to march. He went toward the place where he had left him. they heard two or three reports of firearms. and lighted up the face of the dead. perched on some dead branch. when they had finished. every one trembles at the name of Cucumetto. afterwards. These were the first tears the man of blood had ever wept. avenge her. -. -`Wretch!' returned the old man. the father kissed her first. in an encounter with the Roman carbineers. from Fondi to Perusia. without knowing what had become of Rita's father. Then. the old man said. and. rejoined his comrades. a knife buried in her bosom. and the two young people had agreed to be married when Vampa should be twenty and Teresa nineteen years of age. There was some surprise. he held it out to the old man with one hand.La Mansión del Inglés .' said the old man.http://www. extending his hand. "These narratives were frequently the theme of conversation between Luigi and Teresa. On the morning of the departure from the forest of Frosinone he had followed Carlini in the darkness.replied Carlini. That astonishment ceased when one of the brigands remarked to his comrades that Cucumetto was stationed ten paces in Carlini's rear when he fell.' Carlini fetched two pickaxes. and then suddenly a man came out of the wood. But Carlini would not quit the forest. and then the lover. Cucumetto aroused his men.' Carlini threw himself. folded himself in his cloak. and soon appeared to sleep as soundly as the rest. which had been already sought and obtained.' Carlini obeyed. I command you. He then took an oath of bitter vengeance over the dead body of the one and the tomb of the other. until the grave was filled. my son.mansioningles. `what hast thou done?' and he gazed with terror on Rita. however. -.

as they had leave to do. there would have been five hundred for you. but thousands of colored lanterns were suspended from the trees in the garden. that she and he might be present amongst the servants of the house. drew it away. if you had helped us to catch him.' -`Cucumetto?' cried Luigi and Teresa at the same moment. as to Teresa. and Teresa was as handsome as Carmela. -. and tables spread with refreshments. and the buttons of her corset were of jewels. and the terraces to the garden-walks. Instantly afterwards four carbineers. Five hundred Roman crowns are three thousand lire. hastened to the stone that closed up the entrance to their grotto. The three carbineers looked about carefully on every side. and danced in any part of the grounds they pleased. The Count of San-Felice announced a grand masked ball. to which all that were distinguished in Rome were invited. and galloping up.' said the brigadier. Four young men of the richest and noblest families of Rome accompanied them with that Italian freedom which has not its parallel in any other country in the world. Luigi asked permission of his protector. `That is very annoying. they disappeared. for the man we are looking for is the chief. They had seen no one. and then went and resumed his seat by Teresa. with large embroidered flowers. and gayest glass beads. appeared on the edge of the wood. and Cucumetto came out. "`Yes. `and as his head is valued at a thousand Roman crowns. the pins in her hair were of gold and diamonds. The ball was given by the Count for the particular pleasure of his daughter Carmela. her bodice and skirt were of cashmere. Several days elapsed. her most brilliant ornaments in her hair. This was granted. . her eyes sparkled when she thought of all the fine gowns and gay jewellery she could buy with this purse of gold. `but we have not seen him.' replied the brigadier. her girdle was of Turkey silk. her apron of Indian muslin. the guests stopped. the one as a woman of Nettuno. the steward. and he returned to the forest. under the pretext of saluting his protectors. began to question them. Carmela was precisely the age and figure of Teresa. and this look from Teresa showed to him that she was a worthy daughter of Eve. He had read in the countenances of Luigi and Teresa their steadfast resolution not to surrender him. Two of her companions were dressed. three of them appeared to be looking for the fugitive. "`Yes. in a retreat unknown to every one. after a time. formed quadrilles. and they neither saw nor heard of Cucumetto. with the servants and peasants. Teresa had a great desire to see this ball. Her cap was embroidered with without saying a word. The brigadier had a moment's hope. "Cucumetto was a cunning fiend.mansioningles. and very soon the palace overflowed to the terraces. but in vain. "The festa was magnificent. At each crosspath was an orchestra. On the evening of the ball Teresa was attired in her best. and had assumed the form of a brigand instead of a serpent. The time of the Carnival was at hand.' "Then the carbineers scoured the country in different directions. They both mingled. Carmela was attired like a woman of Sonnino. it is very annoying. and guessed the subject of their parley. Through the crevices in the granite he had seen the two young peasants talking with the carbineers. whom he adored. and he drew from his pocket a purse full of gold.La Mansión del Inglés . on horseback. pausing several times on his way. while the fourth dragged a brigand prisoner by the neck.' The two young persons exchanged looks. and the other as a woman of La Riccia. Vampa then removed the stone. then. saw the young peasants. Luigi wore the very picturesque garb of the Roman peasant at holiday time.she was in the costume of the women of Frascati. which he offered to them.http://www. closed the stone upon him. But Vampa raised his head proudly.' said Vampa. not only was the villa brilliantly illuminated. and three thousand lire are a fortune for two poor orphans who are going to be married. They were attired as peasants of Albano. made a sign to the fugitive to take refuge there.

and which. once even the blade of his knife. We need hardly add that these peasant costumes. he drew from the scabbard from time to time. Teresa might escape him. Thus. as Luigi could read in the ardent looks of the good-looking young man that his language was that of praise. and the reflection of sapphires and diamonds almost turned her giddy brain. Twice or thrice during the dance the young girl had glanced at Luigi. Carmela looked all around her. We have said that Teresa was handsome. and each time she saw that he was pale and that his features were agitated.mansioningles. and. all dazzled her. The quadrille had been most perfect. but this is not all.http://www. accompanied by her elegant cavalier. Certainly. and it seemed as though a bell were ringing in his ears. were brilliant with gold and jewels. but when she looked at the agitated countenance of the young man. and then thrilled through his whole body. without whom it was impossible for the quadrille to be formed. pointed with her finger to Teresa. who could not refuse his assent. It was like an acute pain which gnawed at his heart. and where Luigi awaited her. but not one of the guests had a costume similar to her own. which he had held beneath his own. She had almost all the honors of the quadrille. and Velletri. "Carmela wished to form a quadrille. The Count of San-Felice pointed out Teresa. we will not undertake to say that Carmela was not jealous of her. had dazzled her eyes with its sinister glare. The young man looked. like those of the young women. One of the cavaliers then hastened to invite Teresa. Carmela alone objecting to it. "The young peasant girl. "Luigi felt a sensation hitherto unknown arising in his mind. the exact and strict costume of Teresa had a very different character from that of Carmela and her companions. father?' said Carmela. the cashmere waist-girdles. and with the other convulsively grasped the dagger with a carved handle which was in his belt.' replied the count. and it was evident there was a great demand for a repetition. that Luigi had not felt the strength to support another such trial.La Mansión del Inglés . influenced by her ambitions and coquettish disposition. and invited her to dance in a quadrille directed by the count's daughter. or those of her companions. When they spoke. Teresa was endowed with all those wild graces which are so much more potent than our affected and studied elegancies. he felt as though he should swoon. -`Certainly. And with overpowering compliments her handsome cavalier led her back to the place whence he had taken her. unwittingly. it was almost tremblingly that she resumed her lover's arm. soon recovered herself. but the young girl had disappeared. Teresa had yielded in spite of herself. that she acceded. and Teresa. Luigi was jealous! He felt that. The truth was. every pulse beat with violence. Teresa felt a flush pass over her face. at first timid and scared. took her appointed place with much agitation in the aristocratic quadrille. but there was one lady wanting. He followed with his eye each movement of Teresa and her cavalier. in the eyes of an artist.Carmela turned towards the young man who was talking with her. she understood by his silence and . and thus the embroidery and muslins. bowed in obedience. `Will you allow me. Luigi slowly relinquished Teresa's arm. Then fearing that his paroxysm might get the better of him. he had removed Teresa toward another part of the garden. and Teresa was frivolous and coquettish. he clutched with one hand the branch of a tree against which he was leaning. half by persuasion and half by force. and saying a few words to him. she looked at Luigi. and then went to Teresa. when their hands touched. although Teresa listened timidly and with downcast eyes to the conversation of her cavalier. `are we not in Carnival time?' -. who was hanging on Luigi's arm in a group of peasants. Civita-Castellana. and if she were envious of the Count of SanFelice's daughter. but the Count of San-Felice besought his daughter so earnestly. it seemed as if the whole world was turning round with him. half drawn from its sheath. and all the voices of hell were whispering in his ears ideas of murder and assassination.

looked at him steadfastly. `but I was mad to utter such a wish. and showed .mansioningles.' said Luigi. `yesterday evening you told me you would give all the world to have a costume similar to that of the count's daughter. `Do you desire it as ardently as you say?' -. and I had only one word to say. but seeing Luigi so cheerful. and when he had quite disappeared. raised her head to look at him.La Mansión del Inglés ."' -. However. and seemed to have completely forgotten the events of the previous evening. -the loss occasioned by the conflagration was to him but a trifle. "That night a memorable event occurred. she sprang out of bed. `that I would give half my life for a costume such as she wore.' replied the young girl. -"`Teresa. but his face was so gloomy and terrible that her words froze to her lips. "Very well.' replied Teresa with astonishment. wrapped herself in a dressing-gown.' replied the young girl. and with superhuman skill and strength conveyed her to the turf of the grass-plot. When the chill of the night had driven away the guests from the gardens. much astonished. Luigi took her arm beneath his own.' said Luigi. As Luigi spoke thus. As the count was immensely rich.http://www. When she recovered.`I thought. Then he paused.`Yes. `but of course your reply was only to please me.`And I replied. whose astonishment increased at every word uttered by Luigi. he was inquired after. She then returned to her room. Teresa.' "`He was right.' "`And what said your cavalier to you?' -. she went into the house with a sigh.' said Luigi proudly. she did not know. as long as Carmela was safe and uninjured? Her preserver was everywhere sought for. -. All the servants surrounded her. The young girl was very pensive. what were you thinking of as you danced opposite the young Countess of SanFelice?' trembling voice that something strange was passing within him. a young peasant jumped into the chamber. Luigi arrived first. her father was by her side. `Teresa. and not a word escaped his lips the rest of the evening. but yet she did not the less feel that these reproaches were merited. when suddenly her window. and without having done anything wrong. seized her in his arms. He came toward Teresa in high spirits. you shall have it. calling for help as loudly as she could. but what of that. made that appear to him rather a favor of providence than a real misfortune. The Villa of San-Felice took fire in the rooms adjoining the very apartment of the lovely Carmela. he said. perceiving that there was something extraordinary.' -. to the imprudence of some servant who had neglected to extinguish the lights. due.' At these words he drew away the stone. which was natural to her when she was not excited or in a passion. which was twenty feet from the ground. was opened. Teresa followed him with her eyes into the darkness as long as she could. she on her part assumed a smiling air. and led her to the door of the grotto.and the marvellous manner in which she had escaped. Carmela was greatly troubled that she had not recognized him. he left her. you shall have it!' "The young girl. offering her assistance. yet fully comprehended that Luigi was right in reproaching her. An entire wing of the villa was burnt down. Why.' -.`Well. at the usual hour. excepting the danger Carmela had run. but he did not appear. "The next day. to Teresa's great astonishment.' "`I have promised no more than I have given you. and as he left her at her home. but the corridor by which she hoped to fly was already a prey to the flames.`Yes. but no one had seen him. he took Teresa quite away.`He said it only depended on myself to have it. She herself was not exempt from internal emotion.`Yes.' -. then. and the gates of the villa were closed on them for the festa in-doors. no doubt. the two young peasants were on the borders of the forest. Luigi remained mute. `Go into the grotto and dress yourself. and attempted to escape by the door. with all the frankness of her nature. where she fainted. The young girl. Awakened in the night by the light of the flames.

La Mansión del Inglés . but as at a distance of a quarter of a mile the road again divided into three ways. stopping a moment. to make herself a pair of earrings. -"That is your road.' said Luigi. as had the name of the Count of Monte Cristo on the previous Teresa the grotto. for this poniard is worth more than two sequins. that is another thing. `you will not find one better carved between Albano and Civita-Castellana. `am called Sinbad the Sailor. and thus presenting against the blue sky that perfect outline which is peculiar to distant objects in southern climes. He listened to know whence this sound could proceed. which burnt on each side of a splendid mirror. transformed into a dressing-room. were spread out the pearl necklace and the diamond pins. without inquiring whence this attire came. `take these two Venetian sequins and give them to your bride. which a horse can scarcely keep up with. darted into the grotto. he stretched his hand towards that one of the roads which the traveller was to follow. and now you cannot again mistake. I do not sell it. preceded the traveller with the rapid step of a mountaineer.' "`What is your name?' inquired the traveller. I must confess. and freed from his heavy covering.http://www. The cry proceeded .`And here is your recompense. yes. who seemed used to this difference between the servility of a man of the cities and the pride of the mountaineer.`For a dealer perhaps. perhaps. the young man directed him. "Teresa uttered a cry of joy. he put his horse into a gallop and advanced toward him. "that was the name which the traveller gave to Vampa as his own. `I render a service. Luigi was not mistaken.' -. with an air as majestic as that of an emperor. had mistaken his way. The traveller. and. and on a chair at the side was laid the rest of the costume. A moment afterwards he thought he heard his own name pronounced distinctly. placed his carbine on his shoulder.' "`And then do you take this poniard. offering the young herdsman some small pieces of money.mansioningles.`Then.' -. you will. "Yes. it is hardly worth a piastre. lighted up by two wax lights.`Ah. but for me. with the same air as he would have replied. and on reaching these the traveller might again stray from his route. -. When he saw Luigi.' "`I accept it. King of Macedon. -.' -. as if uncertain of his road.' answered the traveller. "Vampa put the two sequins haughtily into his pocket.' said the traveller.' said the young herdsman." replied the narrator. made by Luigi. he thought he heard a cry. who engraved it myself.' replied the shepherd." -. he begged Luigi to be his guide. "Sinbad the Sailor. In ten minutes Luigi and the traveller reached the cross-roads. on a rustic table. "`Thank you.' -.' said the traveller. awakened in him a world of recollections. `if you refuse wages. who was going from Palestrina to Tivoli. as may well be supposed." he said. accept a gift. he saw a traveller on horseback. The name of Sinbad the Sailor.' replied the traveller. "Proceed!" said he to the host.Franz said no more.`Luigi Vampa.`And yours?' -`I. and what may you have to say against this name?" inquired Albert. excellency. Alexander. Luigi threw his cloak on the ground. "it is a very pretty name." "Well. Luigi pushed the stone behind her.' said the traveller. As he came within two or three hundred paces of the grotto. `but then the obligation will be on my side.'" Franz d'Epinay started with surprise. drawing back his hand. or even thanking Luigi. for on the crest of a small adjacent hill which cut off the view toward Palestrina.' -`Well. and slowly returned by the way he had gone. On arriving there. and the adventures of the gentleman of that name amused me very much in my youth.

. From the day on which the bandit had been saved by the two young peasants. Teresa uttered a cry of admiration. Vampa then rushed towards Teresa.' -. but the man lay on the earth struggling in the agonies of death. for at ten paces from the dying man her legs had failed her.`To the world's end. or Schnetz. while. on reaching Paris. and let us on. Vampa approached the corpse. she was unscathed.`good. worked with a thousand arabesques. and would have declared. At the end of a quarter of an hour Vampa quitted the grotto. If a second traveller had passed. Three cries for help came more distinctly to his ear. carried Dejanira. followed him for a second in his track. His eyes remained open and menacing.' -The young girl did so without questioning her lover as to where he was conducting her. when the ball.' he said to Teresa. yes!' exclaimed the young girl enthusiastically. and a smile of pride passed over his lips. his knees bent under him. He bounded like a chamois. and he fell with Teresa in his arms. his mouth in a spasm of agony. a Roman scarf tied round his neck. we have no time to lose. that he had met an Alpine shepherdess seated at the foot of the Sabine Hill. Fortunately. -`Now. He had just expired. have believed that he had returned to the times of Florian. and it was fright alone that had overcome Teresa. -. and there was not a chance of overtaking him. Vampa in this attire resembled a painting by Leopold Robert. He had assumed the entire costume of Cucumetto. he turned towards the wounded man. Vampa measured the distance. then he put the butt of his carbine to his shoulder. the man was at least two hundred paces in advance of him. and she had dropped on her knees. as Nessus. Teresa.`Ah.La Mansión del Inglés . directed by the unerring skill of the young herdsman. and profiting by the moment when her lover had left her alone. and in a moment reached the summit of a hill opposite to that on which he had perceived the traveller. cocking his carbine as he went.`Then take my arm. the centaur. was already three-quarters of the way on the road from the grotto to the forest. and rubies. with clinched hands. as if his feet had been rooted to the ground. a cartridge-box worked with gold. He would.' said he -. fastened above the knee with diamond buckles.`And follow me wherever I go?' . When Luigi had assured himself that she was safe and unharmed. Vampa gazed on him for a moment without betraying the slightest emotion. and buttons of sapphires. From that time he had watched them. The young man saw the effect produced on his betrothed. -. and then fired. The young shepherd stopped.' "Teresa was clothed from head to foot in the garb of the Count of San-Felice's daughter. and recognized Cucumetto. and red and green silk.mansioningles. and a splendid poniard was in his belt. good! You are dressed. while in her turn Teresa remained outside. took aim at the from the grotto. diamond pins. a silk waistcoat covered with embroidery. garters of deerskin. with buttons of cut gold. clad in a cashmere grown. his costume was no less elegant than that of Teresa. two watches hung from his girdle. had also wounded his betrothed. He cast his eyes around him and saw a man carrying off Teresa. dared not approach the slain ruffian but by degrees. it is now my turn to dress myself. with earrings and necklace of pearls. This man. he had been enamoured of Teresa. and his hair on end in the sweat of death.a shepherdess watching her flock. on the contrary. The young girl rose instantly. He wore a vest of garnetcolored velvet. `are you ready to share my fortune. emeralds. and believed he at length had her in his power. The ravisher stopped suddenly. whatever it may be?' -`Oh. and a hat whereon hung ribbons of all colors. who was hastening towards the wood. had pierced his heart.http://www. Vampa took Cucumetto's body in his arms and conveyed it to the grotto. had carried her off. Suddenly Vampa turned toward his mistress: -. shuddering in every limb. sky-blue velvet breeches. he would have seen a strange thing. no doubt. so that the young man feared that the ball that had brought down his enemy. and threw a hesitating glance at the dead body over the shoulder of her lover. and had sworn she should be his.

my dear Albert. `and you seek admittance into our ranks?' -`Welcome!' cried several bandits from Ferrusino. We need scarcely say that all the paths of the mountain were known to Vampa.`What. go first. `do wolves rend each other?' -. The two young persons obeyed.`I come to ask to be your captain. "And you say that Signor Vampa exercises his profession at this moment in the environs of Rome?" "And with a boldness of which no bandit before him ever gave an example. no longer able to restrain her alarm. and shadowed by the tufted umbrage of the pines.' -." . -`Ah. who had recognized Luigi Vampa. `or.' An hour afterwards Luigi Vampa was chosen captain. Then the bandit thrice imitated the cry of a crow. although there was no beaten track." said Franz. then. she endeavored to repress her emotion.mansioningles. and thus they kept on advancing for nearly an hour and a half. then. -.`Good!' said the sentry.' said Vampa." "Well. -. `And what have you done to aspire to this honor?' demanded the lieutenant.`I have killed your chief.' -. went before Teresa. my dear landlord. Vampa took this wild road. but as she saw him advance with even step and composed countenance.http://www. -. -. -. but he knew his path by looking at the trees and bushes. `or you are a dead man.' he said.`What do you want?' -`I would speak with your companions who are in the glade at Rocca Bianca.' said the young man. raising his hand with a gesture of disdain. which no doubt in former days had been a volcano -. a man advanced from behind a tree and aimed at Vampa." replied Albert.' -. At the end of ten minutes the bandit made them a sign to stop.' said the lieutenant. he therefore went forward without a moment's hesitation. whose dress I now wear.`What has he to say?' inquired the young man who was in command in the chief's absence. Teresa and Luigi reached the summit.' -. At the end of this time they had reached the thickest of the forest. but I came to ask something more than to be your companion. and I set fire to the villa SanFelice to procure a wedding-dress for my betrothed. "and never had an existence. not uttering a syllable. -." "And what may a myth be?" inquired Pastrini. `Here is a young man who seeks and wishes to speak to you. Pampinara. -." replied Franz. Teresa had become alarmed at the wild and deserted look of the plain around her. proud.' said the sentinel. They went towards the forest. The bandits shouted with laughter. Cucumetto. seemed. and powerful as a god.Luigi and Teresa again set forward. and continued to advance with the same firm and easy step as before.`Not another step. and soon entered it. clung closely to him. vice Cucumetto deceased. about ten paces from them. whose bed was dry.' extinct volcano before the days when Remus and Romulus had deserted Alba to come and found the city of Rome. as you know your way.`I wish to say that I am tired of a shepherd's life. shepherd of the San-Felice farm.`And what may that be?' inquired the bandits with astonishment. A torrent. "what think you of citizen Luigi Vampa?" "I say he is a myth. and pressed closely against her guide.`Follow me. led into a deep gorge.' was Vampa's reply. and all at once found themselves in the presence of twenty bandits. and Anagni. turning towards his friend. which. but for the difficulties of its descent.`Yes. The retreat of Rocca Bianca was at the top of a small mountain. that path to Avernus of which Virgil speaks.La Mansión del Inglés . `you may now go on.Vampa smiled disdainfully at this precaution on the part of the bandit.`Who are you?' inquired the sentinel.' -. Suddenly.`I am Luigi Vampa.' said the for he appeared to her at this moment as handsome. "The explanation would be too long. -. as they went on Teresa clung tremblingly to her lover at the sight of weapons and the glistening of carbines through the trees. while Teresa. I understand. a croak answered this signal. enclosed between two ridges.

and he is on the waters. or plants his dagger in his heart. your excellencies?" "By the streets. The road selected was a continuation of the Via Sistina. They seek for him in the mountains. then. then by cutting off the right angle of the street in which stands Santa Maria Maggiore and proceeding by the Via Urbana and San Pietro in Vincoli. Seated with folded arms in a corner of the carriage. and a coachman appeared. It depends on the distance he may be from the city. and when that time has elapsed he allows another hour's grace. and Spain. twelve hours. and "Then the police have vainly tried to lay hands on him?" "Why.that of leaving Franz at full liberty to indulge his deep reverie upon the subject of Signor Pastrini's story. and that settles the account. -. I thought you had more courage. "are you still disposed to go to the Colosseum by the outer wall?" "Quite so." said Albert. and got into the carriage. so that no preliminary impression interfered to mitigate the colossal proportions of the gigantic building they came to admire. rising. he blows out the prisoner's brains with a pistolshot. "Excellencies. as on those of Corsica. then they pursue him. and further. One fact more than the rest brought his friend "Sinbad the Sailor" back to his recollection.mansioningles. or La Riccia. Albert." inquired Franz of his companion. that during the ride to the Colosseum they passed not a single ancient ruin. reminded Franz of the two Corsican bandits he had found supping so amicably with the crew of the little yacht. or a day wherein to pay their ransom. in which his mysterious host of Monte Cristo was so strangely mixed up. and Pastrini's account of Vampa's having found refuge on board the vessels of smugglers and fishermen. which had even deviated from its course and touched at Porto-Vecchio for the sole purpose of landing them. he has a good understanding with the shepherds in the plains. or Monte Cristo. Tivoli." So saying." "Well. by the streets!" cried Franz. and that was the mysterious sort of intimacy that seemed to exist between the brigands and the sailors." said Franz. he reappears suddenly at Albano. at Giglio. the two young men went down the staircase. the fishermen of the Tiber. At the sixtieth minute of this hour. the travellers would find themselves directly opposite the Colosseum." said Albert. Tuscany. and when they hunt for him there." "By the Porta del Popolo or by the streets. Franz bethought . and he has suddenly taken refuge in the islands. and lighting his third cigar. and the smugglers of the coast. whether he gives eight hours. and he is on the open sea. and to ask himself an interminable number of questions touching its various circumstances without. Civita-Vecchio." "Well. if the money is not forthcoming. arriving at a satisfactory reply to any of them. "if the way be picturesque. they follow him on the waters. he continued to ponder over the singular history he had so lately listened to. Ostia. my dear fellow. Chapter 34 The Colosseum. Franz had so managed his route. Guanouti. "let us to the Colosseum. The very name assumed by his host of Monte Cristo and again repeated by the landlord of the Hotel de Londres. "Ah.La Mansión del Inglés .http://www." The clock struck nine as the door opened. you see. This itinerary possessed another great advantage. however. morbleu. "really. abundantly proved to him that his island friend was playing his philanthropic part on the shores of Piombino. "the coach is ready." "And how does he behave towards travellers?" "Alas! his plan is very simple." said he.

there is also a special cicerone belonging to each monument -. which Martial thus eulogizes: "Let Memphis cease to boast the barbarous miracles of her pyramids. holding torches in their hands. whose rays are sufficiently clear and vivid to light the horizon with a glow equal to the soft twilight of an eastern clime. was duly and deeply touched with awe and enthusiastic admiration of all he saw. even amid the glib loquacity of the guides. who. Scarcely. and then again disappeared down the steps conducting to the seats reserved for the Vestal virgins. resembling. it would have been so much the more difficult to break their bondage. almost to each part of a monument."). proving thereby how largely his circle of acquaintances extended. had emerged from a vomitarium at the opposite extremity of the Colosseum. who seizes upon you directly you set foot in your hotel. Franz had remained for nearly a quarter of an hour perfectly hidden by the shadow of the vast column at whose base he had found a resting-place. indeed. Franz ascended a half-dilapidated staircase. beginning. and never quits you while you remain in the city. the young men made no attempt at resistance. at which time the vast proportions of the building appear twice as large when viewed by the mysterious beams of a southern moonlit sky. Albert had already made seven or eight similar excursions to the Colosseum. and. and. The carriage stopped near the Meta Sudans. through the various openings of which the pale moonlight played and flickered like the unearthly gleam from the eyes of the wandering dead. had the reflective Franz walked a hundred steps beneath the interior porticoes of the ruin. the door was opened. to avoid this abundant supply of guides. while his less favored companion trod for the first time in his life the classic ground forming the monument of Flavius Vespasian. and the young men. with the Lions' Den. who appeared to have sprung up from the ground. and from whence his eyes followed the motions of Albert and his guides. they essayed not to escape from their ciceronian tyrants. they had paid two conductors.mansioningles. found themselves opposite a cicerone. his mind. and finishing with Caesar's "Podium.http://www. But however the mind of the young man might he absorbed in these reflections. as the guides alone are permitted to visit these monuments with torches in their hands. It may. leaving them to follow their monotonous round. as they glided along. abandoning Albert to the guides (who would by no means yield their prescriptive right of carrying their victims through the routine regularly laid down. as a matter of course. to escape a jargon and mechanical survey of the wonders by which he was surrounded. they were at once dispersed at the sight of the dark frowning ruins of the stupendous Colosseum. and certainly no adequate notion of these stupendous ruins can be formed save by such as have visited them. therefore. and more especially by moonlight. that wonder of all ages. and. The usual guide from the hotel having followed them. and as regularly followed by them. eagerly alighting. besides the ordinary cicerone. and immediately opposite a large aperture. than. then. so unexpected was his appearance. be easily imagined there is no scarcity of guides at the Colosseum. seated himself at the foot of a column. nor is it possible. Thus. all must bow to the superiority of the gigantic labor of the Caesars. but blindly and confidingly surrendered themselves into the care and custody of their him of having heard his singular entertainer speak both of Tunis and Palermo. to his credit be it spoken. therefore. but dragged the unconscious visitor to the various objects with a pertinacity that admitted of no appeal.nay. some restless shades following the flickering glare of . and the wonders of Babylon be talked of no more among us." As for Albert and Franz.La Mansión del Inglés . at Rome. and the many voices of Fame spread far and wide the surpassing merits of this incomparable monument. which permitted him to enjoy a full and undisturbed view of the gigantic dimensions of the majestic ruin.

com so many ignes-fatui. "but I don't think I'm many minutes after my time. possibly. as his eye caught sight of him in the mantle. who endeavored as much as possible to prevent his footsteps from being heard. ten o'clock his just struck on the Lateran. thrown over his left shoulder." replied the stranger in purest Tuscan. Franz withdrew as much as possible behind his pillar. The person whose mysterious arrival had attracted the attention of Franz stood in a kind of half-light." "Your excellency is perfectly right in so thinking. shed their refulgent beams on feet cased in elegantly made boots of polished leather. Some few minutes had elapsed. About ten feet from the spot where he and the stranger were. strong fibrous shoots forced their way through the chasm. but the hesitation with which he proceeded. stopping and listening with anxious attention at every step he took. and then leaped lightly on his feet. through which might be seen the blue vault of heaven. that rendered it impossible to distinguish his features. The lower part of his dress was more distinctly visible by the bright rays of the moon. then. There was nothing remarkable in the circumstance of a fragment of granite giving way and falling heavily below. "'tis I who am too soon. He wore a large brown mantle. By a sort of instinctive impulse. and also that some one. served likewise to mask the lower part of his countenance. Around this opening. and almost immediately a dark shadow seemed to obstruct the flood of light that had entered it. thickly studded with stars.http://www. and the figure of a man was clearly seen gazing with eager scrutiny on the immense space beneath him. for the figure of a man was distinctly visible to Franz." "Say not a word about being late. Conjecture soon became certainty. like so many waving strings. which had. which. while the upper part was completely hidden by his broad-brimmed hat. and hung floating to and fro. And his appearance had nothing extraordinary in it. preferred the enjoyment of solitude and his own thoughts to the frivolous gabble of the guides. in the Roman dialect. when a slight noise was heard outside the aperture in the roof. he grasped a floating mass of thickly matted boughs. one fold of which.mansioningles." said the man. entering through the broken ceiling. although his dress was easily made out. leaving a large round opening. "I came here direct from the Castle of St. was approaching the spot where he sat. From the imperfect means Franz had of judging.that the person whom he was thus watching certainly belonged to no inferior station of life. "I beg your excellency's pardon for keeping you waiting. upon which the moon was at that moment pouring a full tide of silvery brightness. while large masses of thick. over which descended fashionably cut trousers of black cloth. the roof had given way." said the man. gradually emerging from the staircase opposite. The man who had performed this daring act with so much indifference wore the Transtevere costume. convinced Franz that he expected the arrival of some person. and the stranger began to show manifest signs of impatience. But even if you had caused me to wait a little while. and glided down by their help to within three or four feet of the ground. but it seemed to him that the substance that fell gave way beneath the pressure of a foot. The stranger thus presenting himself was probably a person who. I should have felt quite sure that the delay was not occasioned by any fault of yours. -. Angelo. whose delicate green branches stood out in bold relief against the clear azure of the firmament. he could only come to one conclusion. grew a quantity of creeping plants. and I had an immense deal of trouble before I could get a chance to speak to Beppo. like Franz. All at once his ear caught a sound resembling that of a stone rolling down the staircase opposite the one by which he had himself ascended." "And who is Beppo?" .La Mansión del Inglés . for ages permitted a free entrance to the brilliant moonbeams that now illumined the vast pile.

instead of being knocked on the head as you would be if once they caught hold of you. is poor Peppino. and. that you have inspired not only the pontifical government. then." "At least. what did you glean?" "That two executions of considerable interest will take place the day after to-morrow at two o'clock. who murdered the priest who brought him up.http://www. as is customary at Rome at the commencement of all great festivals." * Knocked on the head.000 piastres will afford him the means of escaping from his prison. and deserves not the smallest pity. and there is a spectacle to please every spectator. no one knows what may happen. to act. and I give him so much a year to let me know what is going on within his holiness's castle. Beppo is employed in the prison. and have no fears for the result. carbines." "Indeed! You are a provident person.* he is an atrocious villain. "excuse me for saying that you seem to me precisely in the mood to commit some wild or extravagant act." "And what is your excellency's project?" "Just this. Perhaps some of these days I may be entrapped. and so help me out of prison. that the person receiving them shall obtain a respite till next year for Peppino. and during that year. and carry off the prisoner. suddenly expressing himself in French. and that is." "My good friend." "Why. Leave me. but also the neighboring states. and blunderbusses included. I should hate and despise myself as a coward did I desert the brave fellow in his present extremity." .La Mansión del Inglés . ** Beheaded." "Perhaps I am. by the assistance of their stilettos. will rush forward directly Peppino is brought for execution. who has got into this scrape solely from having served me.** and he." "Which makes him your accomplice to all intents and purposes. with such extreme fear." "Without reckoning the wholly unexpected one I am preparing to surprise them with. The other sufferer is sentenced to be decapitato. "What did your excellency say?" inquired the other. I see. but one thing I have resolved on. I will so advantageously bestow 2. who. But mark the distinction with which he is treated." "Briefly. "Oh. that they are glad of all opportunity of making an example. "The fact is. whose only crime consisted in furnishing us with provisions." "And what do you mean to do?" "To surround the scaffold with twenty of my best men." "That seems to me as hazardous as uncertain. to stop at nothing to restore a poor devil to liberty. your excellency. "I said. in case your excellency should fail." "But Peppino did not even belong to my band: he was merely a poor shepherd.000 piastres. that I would do more single-handed by the means of gold than you and all your troop could effect with stilettos. there can be no harm in myself and party being in readiness. he is simply sentenced to be guillotined. drive back the guard. by which means." "And do you feel sure of succeeding?" "Pardieu!" exclaimed the man in the cloak.mansioningles. another skilfully placed 1. and convinces me that my scheme is far better than yours. like poor Peppino and may be very glad to have some little nibbling mouse to gnaw the meshes of my net. my good fellow." said the man in the cloak. at a signal from me. One of the culprits will be mazzolato. you see. too. the amusements of the day are diversified.

my worthy friend. the two outside windows will be hung with yellow damasks. however I may be honored by your friendship. if you obtain the reprieve?" "The middle window at the Cafe Rospoli will be hung with white damask. "you are fully persuaded of my entire devotion to you." "And then?" "And then." "And how shall I know whether your excellency has succeeded or not. who. but rely upon my obtaining the reprieve I seek. and that you have but one day to work in. are you not?" "Nay. each hour into sixty minutes." "Remember." "And what of that? Is not a day divided into twenty-four hours. on the word and faith of" -"Hush!" interrupted the stranger. and the centre with white. then. because in either case a very useless expense will have been "None whatever. and he will deliver the official order to the officer. I am sadly afraid both my reputation and credit would suffer thereby. my good friend. and. may require your aid and influence. if once the extent of our intimacy were known. and I further promise you to be there as a spectator of your prowess. your excellency will find me what I have found you in this my heavy trouble. only fulfil your promise of rescuing Peppino. Take what precautions you please." "And whom will you employ to carry the reprieve to the officer directing the execution?" "Send one of your men. my good fellow. if it is any satisfaction to you to do so. and might possibly recognize you. "Well." "Oh. then. then. who are visiting the Colosseum by torchlight." "Have a care how far you pledge yourself.400 seconds very many things can be done.mansioningles. should I have obtained the requisite pardon for Peppino. will hand it to the executioner." "Let that day come sooner or later." "Well. if it be only to prevent his dying of fear or losing his senses." "Your excellency. for I may remind you of your promise at some. in the meantime." .La Mansión del Inglés . and henceforward you shall receive not only devotion. when I. His dress will procure him the means of approaching the scaffold itself. I flatter myself that there can be no doubt of it. you may regard it as done. Adieu." "'Twere better we should not be seen together. the execution is fixed for the day after tomorrow." said the man. perhaps. "I hear a noise. your excellency. disguised as a penitent friar." "'Tis some travellers. having a large cross in red marked on it. in his turn. for done it shall be. and every minute sub-divided into sixty seconds? Now in 86.http://www. that is very easily arranged. use your daggers in any way you please. but the most absolute obedience from myself and those under me that one human being can render to another. in my turn. bearing a red cross. those guides are nothing but spies. it will be as well to acquaint Peppino with what we have determined on. depend upon me as firmly as I do upon you." "And if you fail?" "Then all three windows will have yellow draperies. I have engaged the three lower windows at the Cafe Rospoli." "We understand each other perfectly. not very distant period." replied the cavalier in the cloak. and I will give it to him. and if from the other end of the world you but write me word to do such or such a thing.

Neither had he neglected to ascertain the name of the piece to be played that night at the Teatro Argentino. delighted with his day's work. and did not awake till late. and the more he thought. but in the present instance. he fell asleep at daybreak. he permitted his former host to retire without attempting a recognition. Franz would have found it impossible to resist his extreme curiosity to know more of so singular a personage. touching the iron-pointed nets used to prevent the ferocious beasts from springing on the spectators. but fully promising himself a rich indemnity for his present forbearance should chance afford him another opportunity.http://www. Like a genuine Frenchman. judge that his appearance at such a time would be anything but agreeable. whose mysterious meeting in the Colosseum he had so unintentionally witnessed. passed almost close to Franz. yet well-pitched voice that had addressed him in the grotto of Monte Cristo. had reason to consider . Franz. The opera of "Parisina" was announced for representation. the firmer grew his opinion on the subject. did not hear what was said. from his being either wrapped in his mantle or obscured by the shadow. that Franz's ear recalled most vividly the deep sonorous. however. and Franz. and. who made the lofty building reecho with the sound of his friend's name. and had received in return more invitations to balls and routs than it would be possible for him to accept. At five o'clock Albert returned. Franz was on the road to the Piazza de Spagni. and also what performers appeared in it. in fact. The next minute Franz heard himself called by Albert. Yes. and free to ponder over all that had occurred." Under any other circumstances. was an entire stranger to him. therefore. Franz let him proceed without interruption. he had seen (as he called it) all the remarkable sights at Rome. muffling his features more closely than before in the folds of his mantle. he had been occupied in leaving his letters of introduction. the confidential nature of the conversation he had overheard made him. relinquished the carriage to Albert for the whole of the day. Worn out at length.La Mansión del Inglés . "Sinbad the Sailor. while his companion. and which he heard for the second time amid the darkness and ruined grandeur of the Colosseum. and the principal actors were Coselli. in vain did he court the refreshment of sleep. in a single day he had accomplished what his more serious-minded companion would have taken weeks to effect. Slumber refused to visit his eyelids and the night was passed in feverish contemplation of the chain of circumstances tending to prove the identity of the mysterious visitant to the Colosseum with the inhabitant of the grotto of Monte Cristo. the tones of his voice had made too powerful an impression on him the first time he had heard them for him ever again to forget them. listening with studied indifference to the learned dissertation delivered by Albert. besides this. hear them when or where he might. and with that intent have sought to renew their short acquaintance. but not so the other. It was more especially when this man was speaking in a manner half jesting.mansioningles. Albert had employed his time in arranging for the evening's diversion. the more entire was his conviction. In ten minutes after the strangers had departed. Moriani. The young men. after the manner of Pliny and Calpurnius. that the person who wore the mantle was no other than his former host and entertainer. he had sent to engage a box at the Teatro Argentino. half bitter. having a number of letters to write. One of the two men. As we have seen. therefore. he longed to be alone. did not obey the summons till he had satisfied himself that the two men whose conversation he had overheard were at a sufficient distance to prevent his encountering them in his descent. with propriety. And the more he thought. and La Specchia. and descended to the arena by an outward flight of steps. In vain did Franz endeavor to forget the many perplexing thoughts which assailed him. the Transteverin disappeared down the Saying these words. and though Franz had been unable to distinguish his features.

at least to their lovers. moreover.mansioningles. expectations. and had shared a lower box at the Opera. Still. Albert displayed his most dazzling and effective costumes each time he visited the theatres. with their orchestras from which it is impossible to see. and deign to mingle in the follies of this time of liberty and relaxation. well-looking young man.a recently created one. for this reason.http://www. although each of the three tiers of boxes is deemed equally aristocratic. and exerted himself to set off his personal attractions by the aid of the most rich and elaborate toilet. if not to their husbands. that they are faithful even in their infidelity. generally styled the "nobility's boxes. Alas." and although the box engaged for the two friends was sufficiently capacious to contain at least a dozen persons. or open boxes. knowing full well that among the different states and kingdoms in which this festivity is celebrated. his elegant toilet was wholly thrown away. alas.La Mansión del Inglés . Albert. Albert had quitted Paris with the full conviction that he had only to show himself in Italy to carry all before him. was also possessed of considerable talent and ability. The Carnival was to commence on the morrow. Albert de Morcerf commanded an income of 50. hoped to indemnify himself for all these slights and indifferences during the Carnival. the most admired and most sought after of any young person of his day. Florentines. With this design he had engaged a box in the most conspicuous part of the theatre. The box taken by Albert was in the first circle. there might be an exception to the general rule. but.who knew but that. it had cost less than would be paid at some of the French theatres for one admitting merely four occupants." supported by three of the most renowned vocalists of Italy. but internally he was deeply wounded. should thus be passed over. in spite of this. all these defects pressed hard on a man who had had his stall at the Bouffes. however. and an introduction might ensue that would procure him the offer of a seat in a carriage. and thought not of changing even for the splendid appearance of Albert de Morcerf. the lovely Genoese. -. to think that Albert de Morcerf. and one of the most worthy representatives of Parisian fashion had to carry with him the mortifying reflection that he had nearly overrun Italy without meeting with a single adventure. therefore Albert had not an instant to lose in setting forth the programme of his hopes. and Neapolitans were all themselves fortunate in having the opportunity of hearing one of the best works by the composer of "Lucia di Lammermoor. Another motive had influenced Albert's selection of his seat. and merely have his labor for his pains. but in the present day it is not necessary to go as far back as Noah in tracing a descent. and that upon his return he should astonish the Parisian world with the recital of his numerous love-affairs. Yet he could not restrain a hope that in Italy. a more than sufficient sum to render him a personage of considerable importance in Paris. Rome is the spot where even the wisest and gravest throw off the usual rigidity of their lives. and a genealogical tree is equally estimated. as elsewhere. certainly. Albert had never been able to endure the Italian theatres. besides being an elegant. but to crown all these advantages. and his self-love immensely piqued. poor Albert! none of those interesting adventures fell in his way. thus advantageously placed. or a place in a princely balcony. according to the characteristic modesty of a Frenchman. and is. and all he gained was the painful conviction that the ladies of Italy have this advantage over those of France. Albert. from which he might behold the gayeties of the Carnival? . as. and claims to notice. Sometimes Albert would affect to make a joke of his want of success. he might not in truth attract the notice of some fair Roman. whether dated from 1399 or merely 1815. and the absence of balconies. It was therefore no small mortification to him to have visited most of the principal cities in Italy without having excited the most trifling observation. And the thing was so much the more annoying. he was a viscount -.000 livres.

The quick eye of Albert caught the involuntary start with which his friend beheld the new arrival. a Venetian." "Shall I assist you in repairing your negligence?" asked Franz. "Do you know the woman who has just entered that box?" "Yes. with the "holy week" that was to succeed it. aided by a powerful opera-glass. I know her by name!" exclaimed Albert. at certain conventional moments. that the anticipated pleasures of the Carnival. to which he replied by a respectful inclination of the head. they quickly relapsed into their former state of preoccupation or interesting conversation. a lady entered to whom Franz had been introduced in Paris. as to prevent the least attention being bestowed even on the business of the stage. -I mean that of judging the habits and customs of Italy and Spain by our Parisian notions. to listen to some brilliant effort of Moriani's." "Countess G---. he had imagined she still was. and graciously waved her hand to him. of taste.La Mansión del Inglés . not even curiosity had been excited. alas. but you know that even such an acquaintance as that might warrant my doing what you ask. or rouse themselves from their musings. Totally disregarding the business of the stage." said Albert.what a complexion! And such magnificent hair! Is she French?" "No. are you really on such good terms with her as to venture to take me to her box?" "Why. this attempt to attract notice wholly failed. nothing is more fallacious than to form any estimate of the degree of intimacy you may suppose existing among persons by the familiar terms they seem upon. into whose good graces he was desirous of stealing. indeed." At that instant. "My dear fellow. the spectators would suddenly cease their conversation. or to join in loud applause at the wonderful powers of La Specchia. believe These united considerations made Albert more lively and anxious to please than he had hitherto been. but that momentary excitement over. that they had not so much as noticed him or the manipulation of his glass. and." "And her name is -. or their own thoughts. "but you merely fall into the same error which leads so many of our countrymen to commit the most egregious blunders. he said hastily. the countess perceived Franz. I was to have been presented to her when I met her at Madame Villefort's ball. "Upon my word. "And in what manner has this congeniality of mind been evinced?" . the door of a box which had been hitherto vacant was opened. he leaned from his box and began attentively scrutinizing the beauty of each pretty woman. "she is said to possess as much wit and cleverness as beauty. but. a well-executed recitative by Coselli. there is a similarity of feeling at this instant between ourselves and the countess -nothing more. so filled every fair breast. and it was but too apparent that the lovely creatures." "Ah. "you seem to be on excellent terms with the beautiful countess. their lovers. is it sympathy of heart?" "No. The actors made their entries and exits unobserved or unthought of. my good fellow? Pray tell me." "You are mistaken in thinking so. Towards the close of the first act.mansioningles.http://www." "Is there." continued Franz gravely. where indeed. I have only had the honor of being in her society and conversing with her three or four times in my life. she is perfectly lovely -.." returned Franz calmly. were all so much engrossed with themselves. The truth was. what do you think of her?" "Oh. turning to him.

both as regarded his position in society and extraordinary talents. and received from her a gracious smile in token that he would be welcome." "What a confounded time this first act takes.La Mansión del Inglés ." said Albert. rapidly passed his fingers through his hair. deeply grieved at having been prevented the honor of being presented to the countess during her sojourn in Paris. for in Paris and the circle in which the viscount moved. we talked of the illustrious dead of whom that magnificent ruin is a glorious monument!" "Upon my word. This important task was just completed as they arrived at the countess's box. I believe. Franz added that his companion." said Franz. instantly rose and surrendered his place to the strangers. who. my dear fellow. sought not to retard the gratification of Albert's eager impatience. "you seem determined not to approve." "And what did you say to her?" "Oh." "You were with her. "never mind the past." "But. and had requested him (Franz) to remedy . you know. only listen to that charming finale. was most anxious to make up for it. or all but alone. the living should be my theme. they will. Are you not going to keep your promise of introducing me to the fair subject of our remarks?" "Certainly. then. as we did last night." "I never fancied men of his dark. arranged his cravat and wristbands. who seized his hat. you must admire Moriani's style and execution." "Oh. who had mutely interrogated the countess. "you must have been a very entertaining companion alone. then?" "I "By the countess's visiting the Colosseum." "But what an awkward." The curtain at length fell on the performances. but began at once the tour of the house. with a beautiful woman in such a place of sentiment as the Colosseum. when one has been accustomed to Malibran and Sontag. what do you say to La Specchia? Did you ever see anything more perfect than her acting?" "Why.mansioningles. and nearly alone. that they never mean to finish it. he was looked upon and cited as a model of perfection. by moonlight. nor did he say more than the truth. and to arrange the lappets of his coat. inelegant fellow he is. to the infinite satisfaction of the Viscount of Morcerf. closely followed by Albert." cried Albert. and the young man who was seated beside the countess. if ever I should get such a chance. At the knock. in obedience to the Italian custom. you are really too difficult to please. turning to him.http://www." "And you will probably find your theme ill-chosen. directly the curtain falls on the stage. would be expected to retire upon the arrival of other visitors. ponderous appearance singing with a voice like a woman's." "At least. such singers as these don't make the same impression on you they perhaps do on others. breaking in upon his discourse. in turn. How exquisitely Coselli sings his part. on my soul. and yet to find nothing better a talk about than the dead! All I can say is." "Well. yes. Franz." "My good friend. the door was immediately opened. while Albert continued to point his glass at every box in the theatre. Franz presented Albert as one of the most distinguished young men of the day. and signified to Franz that he was waiting for him to lead the way. who availed himself of the few minutes required to reach the opposite side of the theatre to settle the height and smoothness of his collar. let us only remember the present.

The curtain rose on the ballet. dressed in a Greek costume. The overture to the second act began. but situated on the third of those masterly productions of grace. Sometimes she is accompanied by the person who is now with her. at the first sound of the leader's bow across his violin. in the front of a box immediately opposite. and elegance in which the whole corps de ballet. animated looks contrasting strongly with the utter indifference of her companion." replied the countess. and pointed to the one behind her own chair. unwilling to interfere with the pleasure he so evidently felt. and since then she has never missed a the past misfortune by conducting him to her box. speaking to the countess of the various persons they both knew there. who turned around to say a few . "is. or elevating the same arm or leg with a simultaneous movement.mansioningles. while she seemed to experience an almost childlike delight in watching it. from the ease and grace with which she wore it. but the features of this latter personage it was not possible to distinguish. crashing din produced by the trumpets. who has established for himself a great reputation throughout Italy for his taste and skill in the choregraphic art . Of this he took no heed. and extended her hand with cordial kindness to Franz. while the dancers are executing their pirouettes and exhibiting their graceful steps. was a woman of exquisite beauty. which evidently. Owing to the very judicious plan of dividing the two acts of the opera with a ballet. to inquire of the former if she knew who was the fair Albanian opposite. influenced the moving mass -. bowed gracefully to Albert. "All I can tell about her. Franz was too deeply occupied with the beautiful Greek to take any note of it." However much the ballet might have claimed his attention.La Mansión del Inglés . method. and a hundred and fifty persons may be seen exhibiting the same attitude. The countess. since beauty such as hers was well worthy of being observed by either sex. was the outline of a masculine figure. admirably arranged and put on the stage by Henri. one act of volition.she is just my idea of what Medora must have been. as far as appearances might be trusted. if he wished to view the ballet. and Chinese bells sounded their loudest from the orchestra. when necessary. from the principal dancers to the humblest supernumerary. she recommended Franz to take the next best. then. and. enjoying soft repose and bright celestial dreams." "And what do you think of her personal appearance?" "Oh. inviting Albert to take the vacant seat beside her. and began in his turn to survey the audience. but was. the singers in the opera having time to repose themselves and change their costume. The ballet at length came to a close. never even moved. but in deep shadow. and then the latter resumed her conversation with Albert. and at others she is merely attended by a black servant. Franz perceived how completely he was in his element. while Franz returned to his previous survey of the house and company. Albert was soon deeply engrossed in discoursing upon Paris and Parisian matters. and the curtain fell amid the loud. Behind her. who. are all engaged on the stage at the same time. that she has been at Rome since the beginning of the season. and. took up Albert's glass. unanimous plaudits of an enthusiastic and delighted audience. during the whole time the piece lasted. Sitting alone. in reply." Franz and the countess exchanged a smile. that would lead you to suppose that but one mind. her eager. Franz observed the sleeper slowly arise and approach the Greek girl. was her national attire. and concluded by asking pardon for his presumption in having taken it upon himself to do so. not even when the furious. cymbals. which was one of those excellent specimens of the Italian school. Franz could not forbear breaking in upon the apparently interesting conversation passing between the countess and Albert.the ballet was called "Poliska. I consider her perfectly lovely -. the pauses between the performances are very short.http://www. for I saw her where she now sits the very first night of the season.

another. Franz now listened to it for the third time. after gazing with a puzzled look at his face. he could not distinguish a single feature." said the countess. his singular host evidently resided at Rome. betrays to Azzo the secret of her love for Ugo. I must now beseech you to inform me who and what is her husband?" "Nay. until conviction seizes on his mind. and whose voice and figure had seemed so familiar to him. and the half-uttered "bravos" expired on his lips." "Perhaps you never before noticed him?" "What a question -. in a frenzy of rage and indignation. Franz had no difficulty in recognizing him as the mysterious inhabitant of Monte Cristo. burst into a fit of laughter. "that those who have once seen that man will never be likely to forget him. whose history I am unable to furnish. "I asked you a short time since if you knew any particulars respecting the Albanian lady opposite. and revisit this earth of ours. "All I call say is. How ghastly pale he is!" "Oh. and I even think he recognizes me. and was about to join the loud. The curtain rose. "I know no more of him than yourself. All doubt of his identity was now at an end. he looks more like a corpse permitted by some friendly grave-digger to quit his tomb for a while. while sleeping. and directing it toward the box in question. Most of my readers are aware that the second act of "Parisina" opens with the celebrated and effective duet in which Parisina. Excited beyond his usual calm demeanor." inquired Franz. or a resuscitated corpse." returned Franz. "Well. enthusiastic applause that followed. "Oh. after the countess had a . that.mansioningles." answered the countess. This duet is one of the most truly French! Do you not know that we Italians have eyes only for the man we love?" "True. expressive and terrible conceptions that has ever emanated from the fruitful pen of Donizetti. his hands fell by his sides. "Countess. and wholly uninterested person. "Then you know him?" almost screamed the countess. felt the same unaccountable awe and misgiving. for the he a vampire. leaning forward again on the railing of her box. his countenance being fully revealed." replied words to him. and then. and his eyes turned from the box containing the Greek girl and her strange companion to watch the business of the stage." The sensation experienced by Franz was evidently not peculiar to himself. taking up the lorgnette. The countenance of the person who had addressed her remained so completely in the shade. seems to me as though he had just been dug up. and then. for heaven's sake. so tenderly expressive and fearfully grand as the wretched husband and wife give vent to their different griefs and passions.http://www. though Franz tried his utmost. for he left his seat to stand up in front. as though an involuntary shudder passed through her veins. The occupant of the box in which the Greek girl sat appeared to share the universal admiration that prevailed. yet it's notes." "And I can well understand. shrugging up her beautiful shoulders. than anything human. and begged to know what had happened. he is always as colorless as you now see him. and the attention of Franz was attracted by the actors. The injured husband goes through all the emotions of jealousy. thrilled through the soul of Franz with an effect equal to his first emotions upon hearing it. Franz rose with the audience. she became as absorbed as before in what was going on." said Franz.La Mansión del Inglés . The surprise and agitation occasioned by this full confirmation of Franz's former suspicion had no doubt imparted a corresponding expression to his features. but suddenly his purpose was arrested. so that." continued the countess. and the very same person he had encountered the preceding evening in the ruins of the Colosseum. totally unheeding her raillery. tell us all about -. or what?" "I fancy I have seen him before. pray do. he awakens his guilty wife to tell her that he knows her guilt and to threaten her with his vengeance. "that the gentleman.

that I might compose my startled mind." said the countess. "do not smile. "you must not leave me. and I am sure it does not spring from your heart. "Nay. Then observe. and therefore cannot possibly remain till the end of the opera. "Excuse my little subterfuge. Franz perceived that she had deceived him when she spoke of expecting company." cried the countess." said the countess." whispered Franz. by her manner. and if tomorrow your curiosity still continues as great. and offer the countess his arm. a dealer in magical arts. pursue your researches if you will. bore in his looks that cast of inauspicious melancholy by which the physiognomists of that time pretended to distinguish those who were predestined to a violent and unhappy death. it ill accords with the expression of your countenance. for many reasons. he is the exact personification of what I have been led to expect! The coal-black hair. The description he gave me perfectly corresponds with the features and character of the man before us. open the door of the box." answered the countess. glittering eyes. Oh. that her uneasiness was not second time directed her lorgnette at the box. too." Franz essayed to smile. "and do not be so very headstrong. "that you entertain any fear?" "I'll tell you. "No." said she.http://www. No doubt she belongs to the same horrible race he does. or where she comes from. that he is no other than Lord Ruthven himself in a living form.a stranger.mansioningles. and is. -.The Abbot. like least to-night." There was nothing else left for Franz to do but to take up his hat. rising from his seat. "Byron had the most perfect belief in the existence of vampires. it would be the presence of such a man as the mysterious personage before him. although he could but allow that if anything was likely to induce belief in the existence of vampires. Now. no. She is a foreigner -. For that purpose I mean to keep you all to myself. xxii.the same ghastly paleness. that the woman with him is altogether unlike all others of her sex. "I must positively find out who and what he is. I cannot permit you to go. originally created in her mind by the wild tales she had listened to till she believed them truths." Franz protested he could not defer his pursuit till the following day. in which a wild. unearthly fire seems burning. Oh. I have a party at my house to-night. of course: "The son of an ill-fated sire. I say." * Scott. I depend upon you to escort me home. and even assured me that he had seen them." . "but that horrid man had made me feel quite uncomfortable. I entreat of you not to go near him -." This fresh allusion to Byron* drew a smile to Franz's countenance. ch." said Franz. Upon arriving at her hotel. Franz could even feel her arm tremble as he assisted her into the carriage." "What is it?" "Promise me. on the contrary." -. while the terror of the countess sprang from an instinctive much the stronger in him. It was quite evident. indeed. large bright. and Franz himself could not resist a feeling of superstitious dread -. I cannot for one instant believe you so devoid of gallantry as to refuse a lady your escort when she even condescends to ask you for it.La Mansión del Inglés . and the father of a yet more unfortunate family. her own return before the appointed hour seemed greatly to astonish the servants. "Listen to me. in reply to her companion's half-reproachful observation on the subject. as it arose from a variety of corroborative recollections. "what do you think of our opposite neighbor?" "Why. Nobody knows who she is. however. promise me one thing. I am going home. "Is it possible. and I longed to be alone. but tonight you neither can nor shall.

good-night." So saying.admirably dressed. "is it really you? Why. and make no attempt to follow this man to-night.probably Blin or Humann. for he well remembered that Albert particularly prided himself on the entire absence of color in his own complexion. is because they live so much in public. I am quite sure I shall not be able to close my eyes.rather strong in Greek." "Where he comes from I am ignorant. here -. do not serve as a conductor between that man and me. I should have thought the continual failures you have met with in all your own love affairs might have taught you better by this time. and have really nothing to conceal.they press yours in return -. I have more reasons than you can imagine for desiring to know who he is. from the cut of his clothes. from whence he came. but they were uttered in the Romaic dialect. they are made by a first-rate Paris tailor -." "At what? At the sight of that respectable gentleman sitting opposite to us in the same box with the lovely Greek girl? Now. leaving him unable to decide whether she were merely amusing herself at his expense. that tends to confirm my own ideas. "Well. "Well. Why." said Franz. that you entertain a most erroneous notion concerning Italian women. without the least doubt." "Let us only speak of the promise you wished me to make. if a Parisian were to indulge in a quarter of these marks of flattering attention. and that is down below. I feel quite sure.mansioningles. if I can guess where you took your notions of the other world from. did he?" "I think so. For heaven's sake. Indeed. I met them in the lobby after the conclusion of the piece. you must give me your word to return immediately to your hotel. Besides. and try to sleep away all recollections of this evening. I did not expect to see you before to-morrow. For my own part." "That settles it. and whither he is going. I can assure you that this hobgoblin of yours is a deuced fine-looking fellow -. smoking a cigar.La Mansión del Inglés . and hang me. springing up. once and forever. I don't know whether I ever told you that when I was at college I was rather -. Pursue your chase after him to-morrow as eagerly as you please. And now.they give you their hand -. or whether her fears and agitations were genuine. I knew that from the mixture of Greek words." cried he. if you would not see me die of terror. Franz found Albert in his dressing-gown and slippers.they keep up a whispering conversation "I will do anything you desire. the countess quitted Franz. He was rather too pale. paleness is always looked upon as a strong proof of aristocratic descent and distinguished breeding. then. "My dear fellow. you know." "What do you say?" ." "He spoke the Romaic language. but never bring him near me." Franz smiled. you must have perceived that the countess was really alarmed." murmured Franz." "Upon my soul." "And the very reason why the women of this fine country put so little restraint on their words and actions. but I can readily tell you where he is going to." "My dear Albert. "'Tis he. certainly. go to your rooms. Upon his return to the hotel.http://www. past all doubt. Why. There are certain affinities between the persons we quit and those we meet afterwards. for my part. these women would puzzle the very Devil to read them aright.permit you to accompany them home. listlessly extended on a sofa. except relinquish my determination of finding out who this man is. but then. "I am glad of this opportunity to tell you. Did he speak in your hearing? and did you catch any of his words?" "I did." replied Franz. "that the countess's suspicions were destitute alike of sense and reason." said Franz. her reputation would be gone forever.

" Franz looked at Albert as though he had not much confidence in the suggestions of his imagination. The cart must be tastefully ornamented. "I tell you what. It would add greatly to the effect if the countess would join us in the costume of a peasant from Puzzoli or Sorrento. then. One thing I was sorry for. because no carriages or horses are to be had in your beggarly city." "Then you see." "I listen. and if you and I dress ourselves as Neapolitan reapers." "Now. like so many lazzaroni. that obtaining a carriage is out of the question?" "I do." "And a pair of oxen?" "As easily found as the cart." "Indeed. with a cart and a couple of oxen our business can be managed. "Certainly -. Sir Franz. I expect him every minute. what do you say to a cart? I dare say such a thing might be had. Of what nature?" "Why. unhappy strangers.http://www. "A mere masque borrowed from our own festivities. nothing. more especially as the countess is quite beautiful enough to represent a madonna. when we can't have one thing we invent another. by to-morrow it might be too late. my good fellow. Our group would then be quite complete. in this difficulty a bright idea has flashed across my brain. and I also know that we have done all that human means afforded to endeavor to get one. when I bade him have the horns of the oxen gilded. he told me there would not be time. Albert." "You agree. I was arranging a little surprise for you. Ha. hearken to me. "Come in. too." "Then he will be able to give us an answer to-night.La Mansión del Inglés . I am bound to give you credit for having hit upon a most capital idea." . so you see we must do without this little superfluity. we may get up a striking tableau. as it would require three days to do that. what were you thinking about when I came in?" "Oh. "you deserve to be called out for such a misgiving and incredulous glance as that you were pleased to bestow on me just now. "Permesso?" inquired he. mine host. But you don't know us." said Franz. ye Romans! you thought to make us." "And where is he now?" "Who?" "Our host." "Well. Upon my return home I sent for him. But tell me." replied Albert with gratified pride." cried Albert." At this instant the door opened. "Nothing." "And have you communicated your triumphant idea to anybody?" "Only to our host." "Oh. "this time." "Well." cried Franz. do you not. and the head of Signor Pastrini appeared. now.certainly. He assured me that nothing would be easier than to furnish all I desired. we have offered any sum." "Very possibly. trot at the heels of your processions. after the manner of that splendid picture by Leopold Robert. but have failed." "Well. ha.mansioningles." "And I promise to give you the satisfaction of a gentleman if your scheme turns out as ingenious as you assert. you know it is quite impossible to procure a carriage. and I then explained to him what I wished to procure." "And quite a national one." "Neither can we procure horses?" "True." "Gone out in search of our equipage." "Certainly.

has sent to offer you seats in his carriage and two places at his windows in the Palazzo Rospoli. in which the stranger in the cloak had undertaken to obtain the freedom of a condemned criminal. my worthy host. "that if this person merited the high panegyrics of our landlord." "Tell the count. then. "Of course we do. "begs these gentlemen's permission to wait upon them as their "Now. "that the Count of Monte Cristo is living on the same floor with yourselves!" "I should think we did know it. "You were quite correct in what you said. The Count of Monte Cristo.mansioningles. and not permitted it to be brought to us in this unceremonious way. "A very great nobleman. speaking in an undertone to Albert." said Albert." continued the servant. "that we will do ourselves the pleasure of calling on him. then. "Still." "Your excellencies are aware. "Come in. He would have written -. "That is what I call an elegant mode of attack." "Then you accept his offer?" said the host.http://www. The Count of Monte Cristo is unquestionably a man of first-rate breeding and knowledge of the world. and if this muffled-up individual proved (as Franz felt sure he would) the same as the person he had just seen in the Teatro Argentino. and he will be honored by an intimation of what time they will please to receive him. I must own I am sorry to be obliged to give up the cart and the group of reapers -. "have you found the desired cart and oxen?" "Better than that!" replied Signor Pastrini. wearing a livery of considerable style and richness." "Faith. "But what have you done?" asked Franz." exclaimed Albert. he would have conveyed his invitation through another channel. he said. appeared at the threshold. but this I know." asked Albert. "Please to deliver these. What say you. . "But do you think. there's a worthy fellow. then he should be able to establish his identity. "better is a sure enemy to well. with the air of a man perfectly well satisfied with himself." replied Franz. I don't know but what I should have held on by my original plan. the windows in the Palazzo Rospoli alone decided me." said Franz. Signor Pastrini." said Franz. that he is noble as a Borghese and rich as a gold-mine. by way of recompense for the loss of our beautiful scheme. hearing of the dilemma in which you are placed." said Albert. placing two cards in the landlord's hands." replied Albert." responded the landlord. Franz." The servant bowed and retired. from the Count of Monte Cristo to Viscomte Albert de Morcerf and M. swelling with importance." "It seems to me. who forthwith presented them to the two young men.or" -At this instant some one knocked at the door. like two poor students in the back streets of Paris." The truth was. Franz?" "Oh. Franz d'Epinay. I agree with you." whispered Albert." The friends looked at each other with unutterable surprise. and. "Take care." returned Signor Pastrini in a tone indicative of unbounded self-confidence.La Mansión del Inglés . "Speak out." asked Albert eagerly. but whether Maltese or Sicilian I cannot exactly say. the Count of Monte Cristo. A servant. "since it is owing to that circumstance that we are packed into these small rooms." "When. that the mention of two places in the Palazzo Rospoli had recalled to Franz the conversation he had overheard the preceding evening in the ruins of the Colosseum between the mysterious unknown and the Transteverin. "that we ought to accept such offers from a perfect stranger?" "What sort of person is this Count of Monte Cristo?" asked Franz of his host." "Let your excellencies only leave the matter to would have produced such an effect! And were it not for the windows at the Palazzo Rospoli. "there is not much to find fault with here.

"but in case I feel disposed. beseech of heaven to grant them a sincere repentance. "is not some execution appointed to take place today?" "Yes." returned the landlord." asked Franz. but if your reason for inquiry is that you may procure a window to view it from. your excellency. and description of the death they are to die." "Nothing can be easier than to comply with your excellency's wish. "I did not think it likely your excellency would have chosen to mingle with such a rabble as are always collected on that hill. are they?" asked Franz somewhat incredulously.La Mansión del Inglés . I might have done so from Monte Pincio -. which. your excellency." answered Franz. Franz passed the night in confused dreams respecting the two meetings he had already had with his mysterious tormentor. "Oh. while Albert. that in case any person staying at my hotel should like to witness an execution." "That happens just lucky. . the number of persons condemned to suffer. and. "I had no such intention. give me some particulars of to-day's executions." said the landlord. you are much too late. and by its power was able to render himself invisible." cried Franz. Signor Pastrini. your excellency! I have not time for anybody's affairs but my own and those of my honorable guests. The reason for so publicly announcing all this is. who had not the same motives for early rising. their names. Signor Pastrini. Meanwhile. chuckling and rubbing his hands with infinite complacency. your excellency! Only a few minutes ago they brought me the tavolettas. possessed the ring of Gyges. and he brings them to me as he would the playbills." "Oh. "Why. no." answered Franz. and unless his near neighbor and would-be friend. and in waking speculations as to what the morrow would produce. indeed. "Pray. dear. that all good and faithful Catholics may offer up their prayers for the unfortunate culprits. their crimes." "And these tablets are brought to you that you may add your prayers to those of the faithful. who presented himself with his accustomed obsequiousness.could I not?" "Ah!" exclaimed mine host. and also to prosecute his researches respecting him with perfect facility and freedom." "I see that plainly enough. and even if I had felt a wish to witness the spectacle." "What particulars would your excellency like to hear?" "Why. and mode of punishment. was still soundly asleep. "I think I may take upon myself to say I neglect nothing to deserve the support and patronage of the noble visitors to this poor hotel. the Count of Monte Cristo. above all. he may obtain every requisite information concerning the time and place etc. and you may rely upon me to proclaim so striking a proof of your attention to your guests wherever I go." "Upon my word. on which is pasted up a paper containing the names of the condemned persons. The next day must clear up every doubt.mansioningles." "What are they?" "Sort of wooden tablets hung up at the corners of streets the evening before an execution. they consider as exclusively belonging to themselves. but I make an agreement with the man who pastes up the papers. oblige me by a sight of one of these tavolettas.http://www. it was very certain he could not escape this time. that is a most delicate attention on your part. my most excellent host. Eight o'clock found Franz up and dressed. opening the door of the chamber. The first act of Franz was to summon his landlord." "Very possibly I may not go.

They passed through two rooms. their crimes. No part of the programme differed. however." "Well." said Franz. being the first day of the Carnival. the second culprit beheaded. rang at the bell. the sound of a guzla reached the ears of the young men. I am quite sure. Time was getting on. who read as follows: -"`The public is informed that on Wednesday. then at the . by order of the Tribunal of the Rota. but at the moment he prepared to proceed to his chamber. otherwise called Rocca Priori." Then. John Lateran. and invited them to enter. As the door opened. said. let us do so. Splendid paintings by the first masters were ranged against the walls. do you think we may proceed at once to visit the Count of Monte Cristo?" "Most assuredly. and Peppino. "The Count of Monte Cristo is always an early riser. offered their high-piled and yielding cushions to such as desired repose or refreshment. "I will let the count know that you are here. intermingled with magnificent trophies of war. if it be so. and the softest and most inviting couches. the Transteverin was no other than the bandit Luigi Vampa himself. and the man shrouded in the mantle the same he had known as "Sinbad the Sailor. close by your apartment. Franz and Albert looked inquiringly at each other. The anticipated delights of the Carnival had so run in his head as to make him leave his pillow long before his usual hour. his friend entered the room in perfect costume for the day. for the rapid closing of the door merely allowed one rich swell of harmony to enter.mansioningles. The richest Turkey carpets covered the floor." replied he.'" This was precisely what Franz had heard the evening before in the ruins of the Colosseum. no doubt. "If your excellencies will please to be seated. of two persons. and I can answer for his having been up these two hours. "since we are both ready." "Yes.La Mansión del Inglés . and. furnished in a luxurious manner they had not expected to see under the roof of Signor Pastrini. named Andrea Rondola. addressing his landlord.the names of the condemned persons." And with these words he disappeared behind one of the tapestried portieres. all agreed with his previous information." but who. and his band. was still pursuing his philanthropic expedition in Rome. the former found guilty of the murder of a venerable and exemplary priest. "Now. The prayers of all good Christians are entreated for these unfortunate men. Luigi Vampa. my excellent Signor Pastrini. I will take all the blame on myself if you find I have led you into an error. while heavy curtains of costly tapestry were suspended before the different doors of the room. and Franz deemed it advisable to awaken Albert. are you ready. canon of the church of St. and were shown into an elegantly fitted-up drawing-room. -.http://www. which was all that separated them from the apartments of the count. "I signori Francesi. In all probability." The landlord preceded the friends across the landing. February 23d. executions will take place in the Piazza del Popolo. and sofas. Albert?" "Perfectly. named Don Cesare Torlini. easy-chairs. and the latter convicted of being an accomplice of the atrocious and sanguinary bandit. and to grant them a hearty and sincere repentance for their crimes. therefore." "Then you really consider we shall not be intruding if we pay our respects to him directly?" "Oh. as he had already done at Porto-Vecchio and Tunis. but was almost immediately lost. upon the door being opened by a "I have caused one to be placed on the landing. The first-named malefactor will be subjected to the mazzuola." said the man. then." The domestic bowed respectfully. taking the tablet from the wall. he handed it to Franz." "Let us go and return our best thanks for his courtesy. and mode of punishment. that it may please God to awaken them to a sense of their guilt.

it is for my valet." "Franz and I have to thank you a thousand times. Franz had. he had come to no determination." He extended his hand. "Gentlemen. that I did not sooner assist you in your distress. he had this advantage. "what think you of all this?" "Why. in a manner. "is there not something like an execution upon the Piazza del Popolo?" "Yes. "I pray you excuse me for suffering my visit to be anticipated." "Indeed. "you extricated us from a great dilemma. When I ring once. and the owner of all these riches stood before the two young men. spellbound on his chair. and at your windows in the Rospoli Palace. "It was the fault of that blockhead Pastrini. my dear fellow." returned the count. when he knows that. and rang the bell thrice. upon my soul. he did not know whether to make any allusion to the past." said Franz to his friend. and as nothing in the count's manner manifested the wish that he should recognize him. Everything seemed more magnificent at a second view than it had done at their first rapid survey. looking attentively at Morcerf. hush!" replied Franz." said he to Franz.he comes!" As Franz spoke. besides. who had nothing to conceal. finding that the count was coming to the point he wished. while the count had no hold on Franz. . as yet. but also his extraordinary host of Monte Cristo. or some prince travelling incog. he heard the sound of a door turning on its hinges. Albert instantly rose to meet him. As soon as I learned I could in any way assist you. but Franz remained. and almost immediately afterwards the tapestry was drawn aside. but I feared to disturb you by presenting myself earlier at your apartments. therefore. and I have held myself at your disposal. to let things take their course without making any direct overture to the count. he could not be equally positive that this was the man he had seen at the Colosseum. He resolved. However. Chapter 35 La Mazzolata. he was master of the count's secret.mansioningles. perhaps I can render you this slight service also. motioning the two young men to sit down. found nothing to say. it strikes me that our elegant and attentive neighbor must either be some successful stock-jobber who has speculated in the fall of the Spanish funds." "Hush." said the Count of Monte Cristo as he entered. for in the person of him who had just entered he recognized not only the mysterious visitant to the Colosseum. "you have offered us places in your carriage. I most eagerly seized the opportunity of offering my services. He did not mention a syllable of your embarrassment to me. "Stay. count. although sure it was he who had been in the box the previous evening. besides. and the occupant of the box at the Teatro Argentino. "with the employment of time and the means of simplifying the summoning your servants? I have." said he. Can you tell us where we can obtain a sight of the Piazza del Popolo?" "Ah. and we were on the point of inventing a very fantastic vehicle when your friendly invitation reached us. "Did you ever occupy yourself. I think I told my steward yesterday to attend to this." returned Franz. "we shall ascertain who and what he is gorgeous furnishings of the apartment. he resolved to lead the conversation to a subject which might possibly clear up his doubts. "Count." said the count negligently. Moreover." returned Albert. I seek every opportunity of making the acquaintance of my neighbors. alone and isolated as I am. you sent me word that you would come to me.http://www. or wait until he had more proof. "Well." The two young men bowed.La Mansión del Inglés .

count. taking out his tablets. frowning. and be in readiness on the stairs to conduct us to it. I trust. "but it was very late. " twice. "you have procured me windows looking on the Piazza del Popolo. do me the honor to breakfast with me?" "But. but I was obliged to pay a hundred" -"That will do -." said the count. in a contemptuous tone. they are in the infancy. You will. and even the second. that is sufficient. on the contrary. "we shall abuse your kindness. which was let to Prince Lobanieff. in the same tone with which he would have read a newspaper." "Did I not tell you I wished for one?" replied the count. "be good enough to ask Pastrini if he has received the tavoletta. perhaps both. . you will give me great pleasure." "Very well. I passed the evening at the Cardinal Rospigliosi's. "No. It was evident he had his orders. thrice." "Not at all. canon of the church of St. for Peppino." "There is no need to do that. but let us know when breakfast is ready." continued the count. for my steward. but he did not appear to recognize him. M." A man of about forty-five or fifty entered. called Rocca Priori. you can retire. which is a very curious punishment when seen for the first time. and there mention was made of something like a pardon for one of the two men." returned the steward. like the soldier who beheaded the Count of Chalais. never strikes thirty times ineffectually. and to whose tender mercy Richelieu had doubtless recommended the sufferer. You have the window.La Mansión del Inglés . lay covers for three." The steward bowed. "for the other (he glanced at the tablets as if to recall the name). "Ah. "for I saw the account. Here he is. exactly resembling the smuggler who had introduced Franz into the cavern.that will do." replied the count. while the other.mansioningles. Monsieur Bertuccio. of cruelty. "Really. Give orders to the coachman. carelessly. the second decapitato. or rather the old age. never trembles. -. Bertuccio. but the mazzuola still remains. excellency. "And your excellency has one." "There are." * Guillotine.' Yes. is very simple.thus I do not waste a minute or a word." said Franz. the 23d of February. at least." "For Andrea Rondolo?" asked Franz. but I think since yesterday some change has taken place in the order of the ceremony. The mandaia* never fails. for my majordomo." replied Franz." said Albert. will be executed Andrea Rondolo. `that to-day." He then took Franz's tablets out of his hand.' Hum! `The first will be mazzolato." continued the count. spare these gentlemen all such domestic arrangements. few that I have not seen. return it to me at Paris. John Lateran. as you must know. Bertuccio. "will. turning to the two friends. "do not tell me of European punishments. and Peppino.' he read." added the count. and was about to quit the room." "Really?" said Franz. my dear count. These gentlemen. Ah. M. You are thus deprived of seeing a man guillotined." said the count coldly. and copied it down. and if he can send us an account of the execution. called Rocca Priori. "Monsieur Bertuccio. one or other of you. guilty of murder on the person of the respected and venerated Don Cesare Torlini. "it was at first arranged in this way. as I ordered you yesterday " "Yes." added he. and the men of his band. "one would think that you had studied the different tortures of all the nations of the world. "`We announce. convicted of complicity with the detestable bandit Luigi Vampa.http://www.

profound." said Franz." continued the count. the second indifference. an existence of misery and infamy. for you excite my curiosity to the highest pitch. or pass a sword through the breast. death may be a torture. no. Oh. I know. the augers of the Persians. are inadequate tortures." "Ah. -. I would fight a duel for a trifle. astonished at this strange theory." "Curiosity -. of that man who has planted madness in your brain. when torn from you.a being who. for a blow. moreover. No. do not these crimes exist?" "Yes. but it is not an expiation. upon my soul. "that human justice is insufficient to console us. absolved of all crime in the eyes of the world. I would give back the same.that is a terrible word. left a desolation. -. that it is often he who comes off victorious from the strife. and despair in your heart. a tooth for a tooth. in your breast. as the Orientalists say. is it not then. "that where society." replied Franz. -.the more men you see you think the reparation that society gives you is sufficient when it interposes the knife of the guillotine between the base of the occiput and the trapezal muscles of the murderer. an eye for an eye. but in return for a slow. I should be almost certain to kill my man. or offering him even the insufficient means of vengeance. different persons bear the transition from life to death. curious to study the different ways by which the soul and body can part. -. but you must demand from her only what it is in her power to grant." said the count. and deep hatred mounted to his face." . a man has dishonored your "And you took pleasure in beholding these dreadful spectacles?" "My first sentiment was horror. your mother. "If a man had by unheard-of and excruciating tortures destroyed your father. duelling. and which are unpunished by society? Answer me. -. a man has seduced your wife. as the blood would to the face of any other. and in my opinion." "Then you disapprove of duelling? You would not fight a duel?" asked Albert in his turn. I can assure you of one thing. that is all." "Why so? In life.those favored creatures who have formed for themselves a life of dreams and a paradise of realities. "Oh. for an insult. a wound that never closes. and even the different customs of their countries." answered Franz. And remember. But are there not a thousand tortures by which a man may be made to suffer without society taking the least cognizance of them. according to their different characters. yes. "understand me. your betrothed. of arriving at your end when that end is vengeance! A man has carried off your mistress. our greatest preoccupation is death. and you think you are avenged because you send a ball through the head. attacked by the death of a person." "Listen. of which we have just spoken? Are there not crimes for which the impalement of the Turks. it is not thus I would take revenge. "pray explain your meaning." "I do not quite understand you.mansioningles. eternal torture. she can give blood in return for blood. thanks to my skill in all bodily exercises." replied the count." cried the count. and allows him who has caused us years of moral sufferings to escape with a few moments of physical pain?" "Yes." continued the count. avenges death by death. and the indifference to danger I have gradually acquired. the stake and the brand of the Iroquois Indians. he has rendered the whole life of one who had the right to expect from heaven that portion of happiness God his promised to every one of his creatures.our masters in everything." "I will put another case to you. were it possible. from existence to annihilation? As for myself.http://www. "and it is to punish them that duelling is tolerated. the easier it becomes to die yourself. temperaments. "had I to avenge myself. I would fight for such a cause. "a pleasant manner. and the more so that.La Mansión del Inglés . and how. the third curiosity.

This brought back to Franz. and her firm conviction that the man in the opposite box was a vampire. whether the explanation of the Count of Monte Cristo with regard to duelling had satisfied him. saying -. for here comes the servant to inform us that breakfast is ready.. which renders you at once judge and executioner of your own cause. "Well." "Do not concern yourself about that." returned Franz. really this is a most singular conversation for the Carnival. and which the philanthropic French Revolution has substituted for being torn to pieces by horses or broken on the wheel. "I thank you for your courtesy. As for the count. "Before or after. During the meal. you asked for a place at my window.http://www. but whether with his usual carelessness he had paid but little attention to him. but I have never been able to make up my mind. how did it arise? Ah. or whether the events which Franz knew of had had their effect on him alone. I will have whatever costumes you choose brought to us. count. gentlemen. you will lose a very curious sight. and you. Franz looked repeatedly at Albert. and it is absolutely necessary to procure them. Albert?" . we have. as long as he is avenged? On my word. but on the contrary ate like a man who for the last four or five months had been condemned to partake of Italian cookery -." "Count." said the count. but. he remarked that his companion did not pay the least regard to them. but I shall content myself with accepting a place in your carriage and at your window at the Rospoli Palace." "What may that be?" "We have no masks.mansioningles. and whether it is worth even mentioning." said Franz to the count. "what are you doing?" "You must excuse us. besides." "Opposite the scaffold?" "The scaffold forms part of the fete. and he who pours out vengeance runs the risk of tasting a bitter draught. rage carries you away. it would be difficult to adopt a course that would forever prevent your falling under the power of the law. the recollection of the terror with which the count had inspired the Countess G---. "and the recital from your lips will make as great an impression on me as if I had witnessed it. the worst that could happen to him would be the punishment of which we have already spoken. "but we have still much to do." "But I warn you. At the end of the breakfast Franz took out his watch. and admirably served. "with this theory. which was excellent. he just touched the dishes. and I leave you at liberty to dispose of my place at the Piazza del Popolo. I have more than once intended witnessing an execution. as you might have had an opportunity then of seeing how short a time the punishment lasts. and you can dress there. in spite of himself."Al suo commodo!" The two young men arose and entered the breakfast-room." As he spoke. I almost regret that in all probability this miserable Peppino will not be beheaded. I have reflected on the matter. he seemed to fulfil the duties of a host by sitting down with his guests. and awaited their departure to be served with some strange or more delicate food." "After the execution?" cried Franz. the worst in the world. in order to observe the impressions which he doubted not had been made on him by the words of their entertainer." returned the count. a servant opened one of the four doors of the "But." replied Franz. you shall have it. Hatred is blind. if he be poor and inexperienced. What matters this punishment. not if he be rich and skilful.that is." "Yes." said Franz. a private room in the Piazza del Popolo.La Mansión del Inglés . but let us first sit down to table. I think. whichever you please. "You will describe it to me. I recollect.

opening the door. like Brutus. Think of the eighty thousand applauding spectators. "I think he is a delightful fellow. Albert. the sage matrons who took their daughters. and who had considered it no small sacrifice to be deprived of the cigars of the Cafe de Paris. to see if some orders I have given have been executed. I beg. I wish to pass through the Corso. approached the table. is. it should be with a different weapon than a log. it is to see everything. of the Stoic school. again apologizing. by the Strada del Babuino. yes. Is this possible. for I shall be glad to pass. If you went to Spain. they say that the culprit is an infamous scoundrel. sending a volume of smoke up towards the ceiling." -." "Is it important that you should go that way?" "Yes. but the count's eloquence decides me. while the count." "Excellency. but I think I was rather intoxicated that day. especially when he has behaved like a father. evidently surprised at such a question from his companion. there is something I wish to see. ." said Franz. "Ma foi." replied the viscount. yes. Think what a figure you will make when you are asked. The first opportunity you have." "Well. count?" "On foot." "I will go on foot. like you. it is no reason because you have not seen an execution at Paris. Diable.Albert reflected." added he. `How do they execute at Rome?' and you reply. and my clothes are of a most antiquated cut." Such was Albert's opinion of the count. and as Franz well knew that Albert professed never to form an opinion except upon long reflection. "But. through the Corso. and the charming Vestals who made with the thumb of their white hands the fatal sign that said. then. -. `Come." replied he. "I know who he is. despatch the dying. the count takes me for a provincial. and tell him I am nothing of the kind. and the sports where they killed three hundred lions and a hundred men.La Mansión del Inglés . in a carriage. sighing. that you should not see one anywhere else. Albert?" asked Franz. no. and we had passed the previous night at a tavern. undeceive him. who killed with a log of wood a worthy canon who had brought him up like his own son. will you return to the salon? you will find good cigars on the centre table. gentlemen. myself. "Ah."I saw Castaing executed. "that is not very surprising. "Well. when you travel. I have been more than a year absent from Paris." "Let us go.'" "Shall you go." said he. left by another door. I will be with you directly. who does the honors of his table "I. then. he made no attempt to change it. "a man in the dress of a penitent wishes to speak to you. We will send the carriage to wait for us on the Piazza del Popolo. besides. "did you observe one very singular thing?" "What?" "How attentively he looked at you." Franz smiled." "At me?" "Yes. who has travelled much. and moreover. `I do not know'! And. for I had quitted college the same morning. when a churchman is killed. an instant after the count entered. we will go by the Corso." said a servant. suppose it is a bull-fight you are going to see? Recollect the ancient Romans of the Circus. yes" returned the count. who was a great smoker. I hesitated. "what think you of the Count of Monte Cristo?" "What do I think?" said Albert. then." The young men rose and returned into the salon. and uttered a cry of joy at perceiving some veritable puros." "Besides. "since you wish it. read much. "that he has excellent cigars." asked Franz. but on our way to the Piazza del Popolo." "Ah. would you not see the bull-fight? Well.http://www.

seated on the movable plank on which the victim is laid. when the door of communication was shut. I will return all this. for he had not forgotten the signal agreed upon between the man in the mantle and the Transtevere peasant. and. del Babuino. When you come to Paris. and that is all the difference." Franz heard the words of the count but imperfectly. and the centre one with white damask and a red cross. and drove down the Via del Babuino. which the count had doubtless wished to conceal from his guests.we say guillotine. and di Ripetta. but the masks were visible behind the windows.* The knife. was on the second floor of the great palace. "As you left the choice of your costumes to me. which is shaped like a crescent. the carriages. as they do not show the flour. with a negligence evidently unaffected. The masks could not appear. on account of the confetti (sweetmeats). Their repast consisted apparently of bread and sausages. as they will be the most worn this year. if you please. Albert. These two men were the executioner's assistants. As they approached the Piazza del Popolo. and there could now be no doubt that he was the count. and the doors. we have not any time to lose." returned Albert. and above the heads of the multitude two objects were visible: the obelisk. and we will go another. at the point where the three streets.http://www. let at an exorbitant price. and. took out a flask of wine. At this sight Franz felt the perspiration start forth upon his brow. as we have said. meet. chairs were placed. of a small dressing-room. while waiting for the criminal. situated between the Via del Babuino and the Monte Pincio. The side windows were hung with yellow damask. for he was wholly absorbed by the spectacle that the Piazza del Popolo presented. and since you allow me.mansioningles. Franz glanced rapidly towards the three windows. While the three gentlemen walked along the Piazza de Spagni and the Via Frattina. falls from a less height. surmounted by a cross. The prisoners. On chairs were laid elegant masquerade costumes of blue and white satin. One of them lifted the plank. the crowd became more dense. and they are most suitable. de Morcerf." "I will not refuse. Franz's attention was directed towards the windows of that last palace. drank some. and in front of the obelisk. Franz. were eating their breakfasts. gentlemen. and then passed it to his companion." "With all my heart. "The three last. At the corner of the street they met the count's steward. It consisted." All three descended. had passed the night. with as much indifference as he could assume. Take some more of these cigars. It was the first time Franz had ever seen a guillotine. who was awaiting his master. each ." returned he. M. by the Corso. which led directly between the Fiano and Rospoli palaces. I will pay you a visit. and windows were hung with flags. scaffolds were raised. Two men.let us set off. Preparations were making on every side. -. "Which are your windows?" asked he of the count. that cuts with the convex side. opening into a bedroom. and by the terrible instrument that was in the centre. I intend going there soon. between which glittered the curved knife of the mandaia. The three windows were still untenanted. the two uprights of the scaffold. and he perhaps did not fully appreciate this new attention to their wishes. transported the previous evening from the Carcere Nuovo to the little church of Santa Maria del Popolo. Come.La Mansión del Inglés . "I have had these brought. because the Roman mandaia is formed on almost the same model as the French instrument. The window. "Italian cigars are horrible. del Corso. it is half-past twelve -. the inmates were quite alone. the carriages could not move about. for he could not imagine with what intention the question was put. The man in the mantle had kept his promise to the "I am now quite at your service. which marks the centre of the square. "The carriage is going one way to the Piazza del Popolo." said he." said the count to the two friends. and the count continued to descend the Corso. the coachman received his master's orders.

although he had not half smoked it. the chief marched at the head. This man was the executioner. Behind the executioner came. in the order in which they were to die. and formed a circle around it. the balconies of the two churches at the corner of the Via del Babuino and the Via di Ripetta were crammed. and his movements were apparently automatic and unconscious. and thus the children had the best view. Andrea was supported by two priests. At the moment when Peppino reached the foot of the mandaia. bronzed by the sun. more. the two culprits advanced. Suddenly the tumult ceased. laughter and jests arose from the crowd. marked with brutal cruelty. appeared first. his visage. Guillotin got the idea of his famous machine from witnessing an execution in Italy. only the commencement of the Carnival. with the exception of cloth drawers at the left side of which hung a large knife in a sheath. and his lips. All the rest of the square was paved with heads. and he bore on his right shoulder a heavy iron sledge-hammer. A brotherhood of penitents. placed on each side of the door of the church. leaving a path about ten feet wide. And yet. the other has many years to live. here it is. and seemed on the watch to see on which side his liberator would appear. first Peppino and then Andrea. did not indicate age. and as they approached their faces became visible. and holding in their hands lighted tapers. half opened. his head fell on his shoulder. reached to the scaffold. a slight color seemed striving to rise in his pale cheeks. kissed the crucifix a confessor held out to them. every niche in the wall held its living statue. he carried his head erect. A double line of carbineers." said Franz to the count.nay. Andrea was short and fat. Many women held their infants on their shoulders. Neither had his eyes bandaged. gave him a folded paper. The count alone seemed unmoved -. in a chapel closed by a grating. and mechanically cast away his cigar. The Monte Pincio seemed a vast amphitheatre filled with spectators. And yet his features wore an expression of smiling tenderness. Each of them. He was naked. and the doors of the church opened. forced his way through the soldiers. He looked at Albert -. moreover. that was impelled towards the portico. in the eyes of the people. Peppino was a handsome young man of four or five and twenty. advancing to the chief of the brotherhood. and around the guillotine a space of nearly a hundred feet." "I told you true. doubtless aware of what awaited him. who were relieved at intervals. His nostrils dilated like those of a wild beast that scents its prey. "And yet here are two culprits. He had." "Yes.the most curious spectacle in life is that of death. instead of the silence and the solemnity demanded by the occasion. The piercing eye of .com accompanied by two priests. such as Franz had never before witnessed in them. he might be thirty. before which were two sentinels. clothed from head to foot in robes of gray sackcloth. there is no time to lose. the steps even seemed a parti-colored sea. with holes for the eyes." "If the pardon is to come. * Dr. "I thought. small and sharp like those of a jackal. Behind the penitents came a man of vast stature and proportions. from time to time. as if by magic. a priest arrived in some haste. Each was accompanied by two priests. his legs bent beneath him. At this sight alone Franz felt his legs tremble under him. but only one of these two is about to die. However.mansioningles. What the count said was true -.he was as white as his shirt. In prison he had suffered his beard to grow. "that you told me there would be but one execution. It was evident that the execution was." "And see." said the count.http://www. Peppino walked with a firm step. his black eyes especially were full of kindness and pity. and.La Mansión del Inglés ." replied he coldly. sandals bound on his feet by cords. disclosed his white teeth.

man. that another partook of his punishment -. the sheep will bleat for pleasure. During this time the executioner had raised his mace. ere he had time.I will not!" And he broke from the priests struggling and raving like a wild beast. to love his neighbor -. look.I will not die alone!" "Look. Do you know what gave him strength? -.what is his first cry when he hears his fellow-man is saved? A blasphemy. look!" The command was needless. to whom God has given a voice to express his thoughts -. the struggle still continued." cried the count. because his hands are bound. extending his clinched hands towards the crowd."look. his bites.he shall die! -. "For Peppino!" cried Andrea. two oxen to the slaughterhouse. and his holiness also. No. but he was about to die without resistance. And yet you pity a man who. he would rather tear him to pieces with his teeth and nails than let him enjoy the life he himself is about to be deprived of. for.La Mansión del Inglés . unfolded it. now unable to kill any one. and make one of them understand that his companion will not die. man -."a pardon!" At this cry Andrea raised his head. Franz was fascinated by the horribly spectacle. were he able. "What is going on?" asked Franz of the count. and it was dreadful to witness. in spite of his struggles. and striving desperately to break the cords that bound his hands.mansioningles. Here is a man who had resigned himself to his fate. "What are you doing?" said he. who read and returned it to him. a terrible laugh." said he in a loud voice.http://www. after all. "here is a pardon for one of the prisoners!" "A pardon!" cried the people with one voice -. Lead two sheep to the butcher's. Honor to man. and his cries.that another was to die before him. had forced him to his knees. and the .race of crocodiles. for on my soul it is curious. and who. this masterpiece of would unhesitatingly shoot the poor beast. whom God created in his own image -. "that this human creature who is about to die is furious that his fellow-sufferer does not perish with him? and. "Do you not see?" returned the count. raising his hand. seizing the young men's hands -. has yet murdered his benefactor. The chief took the paper. he had not perfectly understood it. who. his sole commandment. and. "He ought to die! -. upon whom God has laid his you know what consoled him? It Peppino had noticed all. "A pardon for Peppino. Oh. The people all took part against Andrea. called Rocca Priori. I will not die alone -. and signed to them to get out of the way. A dull and heavy sound was a coward.that another partook of his anguish -. was only guilty of having been bitten by another no -. The two assistants had borne Andrea to the scaffold. You have no right to put me to death alone. who seemed roused from the torpor in which he had been plunged. "Do you pity him? If you heard the cry of `Mad dog!' you would take your gun -. wishes to see his companion in captivity perish. and twenty thousand voices Peppino remained breathless. I was promised he should die with However. "Heaven be praised. the mace fell on his left temple. it is true. but the count seized his arm. who was going to the scaffold to die -. this king of the creation!" And the count burst into a laugh. and he kept exclaiming. and there. and his two assistants leaped from the scaffold and seized him. that showed he must have suffered horribly to be able thus to laugh. but. And he passed the paper to the officer commanding the carbineers. the ox will bellow with joy. The executioner made a sign. "Why for him and not for me? We ought to die together. and held him before the window. as all the talk was in the Roman dialect. the criminal strove to rise. "Pardon for whom?" cried he. without being bitten by one of his race. But man -. "Put him to death! put him to death!" Franz sprang back." said the principal friar. "how well do I recognize you there." cried the count. and that at all times you are worthy of yourselves!" Meanwhile Andrea and the two executioners were struggling on the ground.

and who knows which of you is the most fortunate?" "But Peppino -.La Mansión del Inglés . the hideous scoundrel! Come. executioners. was standing grasping the window-curtains. only he has remained asleep. emerging from the doors. while you have awakened. The count was erect and triumphant. into a seat. "Well.http://www. who was assuming his masquerade man dropped like an ox on his face." "It is but a dream. then. unlike most men." "Ma foi. "this horrible scene has passed away like a dream. Their toilet finished. like the Avenging Angel! Chapter 36 The Carnival at Rome. victims. he saw Albert drinking a glass of water. they descended. but sank. that has disturbed you. and fastened on the mask that scarcely equalled the pallor of his own face. filled with sweetmeats and bouquets. He profited by this distraction to slip away among the crowd. which only sounds on the pope's decease and the opening of the Carnival. At every stroke a jet of blood sprang from the wound. It must be allowed that Andrea was not very handsome. he stood in great need. of which. "only. de Morcerf sets you the example. see. answer frankly. Instead of the spectacle of gloomy and silent death. with his eyes closed. dress yourselves.that when you have once habituated yourself to a similar spectacle. Decidedly man is an ungrateful and egotistical animal.what has become of him?" "Peppino is a lad of sense." said Franz. gentlemen. and I understand what the count said -. the carriage awaited them at the door. happened?" "Nothing. He assumed his costume. and the real visage is disclosed." "Yes.mansioningles." said the count. A crowd of masks flowed in from all sides. "what has. "do you feel much inclined to join the revels? Come. He glanced mechanically towards the square -. only the people remained. all had disappeared." "Without reflecting that this is the only moment in which you can study character. the Carnival his commenced. as you see. Albert. Make haste and dress yourself. without even thanking the worthy priests who accompanied him. When Franz recovered his senses. to judge from his pallor. was ringing a joyous peal. M. it is the only one that causes you any emotion. stamped violently on it with his feet. and with one stroke opened his throat." asked he of the count. "But I am really glad to have seen such a sight. that I have suffered. was delighted to see that the general attention was directed towards his companion. and the count. who are happy in proportion as they are noticed. "on the steps of the scaffold death tears off the mask that has been worn through life. descending from the windows. scaffold. dress yourselves. but the culprit?" "That is a dream also." returned Albert. a nightmare." Franz felt it would be ridiculous not to follow his two companions' example. no. They fell into the line of carriages. But dress yourself. "Well. This time Franz could contain himself no longer. From every street and every corner drove . and mounting on his stomach. and then turned over on his back." replied the count. drew his knife. Albert. full of noise and excitement." Albert was drawing on the satin pantaloon over his black trousers and varnished boots. the Piazza del Popolo presented a spectacle of gay and noisy mirth and revelry. who. half fainting. The bell of Monte Citorio. The executioner let fall his mace." said Franz. It is difficult to form an idea of the perfect change that had taken place." "In fact.the scene was wholly changed.

" and the two footmen behind were dressed up as green monkeys.Romans. dominoes. confetti. pricked his neck and that portion of his face uncovered by his mask like a hundred pins. buffaloes' heads below from men's shoulders. Unfortunately for him. with which the carriage was filled. so much were they occupied by the gay and glittering procession they now beheld." "No. and who. Franz and Albert were like men who. as they drink and become intoxicated. but little by little the general vertigo seized them. and wish to become spectators of this scene. leaving the vehicle at their disposal. and peasants. with their sarcasms and their missiles. to drive away a violent sorrow. Transteverins. my carriage. as in Callot's Temptation of St. the air seems darkened with the falling confetti and flying flowers. exactly resembling Odry's in "The Bear and the Pasha. harlequins. At the centre window. They saw. As for the Count of Monte Cristo. and the recollection of what they had seen half an hour before was gradually effaced from the young men's carriages filled with clowns. beneath which Franz's imagination easily pictured the beautiful Greek of the Argentina. In the streets the lively crowd is dressed in the most fantastic costumes -. the one hung with white damask with a red cross." We have forgotten to mention. throwing eggs filled with flour. you know you have places at my windows.La Mansión del Inglés . Italians. knights. At these balconies are three hundred thousand spectators -. attacking." "Well. he was busily occupied throwing bouquets at a carriage full of Roman peasants that was passing near him. and seizing handfuls of confetti and sweetmeats. bend over their balconies. have recourse to wine. that the count's coachman was attired in a bear-skin. The strife had fairly begun. wealth. yielding to the influence of the scene. and they felt themselves obliged to take part in the noise and confusion.http://www. or rather continued to see. -. was a blue domino.that calash filled with Roman peasants. Imagine the large and splendid Corso. which are returned by bouquets. in the midst of all this a mask is lifted. pantomimists. gesticulating. the line of carriages moved on again. or did anything but laugh. with their balconies hung with carpets. A handful of confetti that came from a neighboring carriage." said he to Franz. cast them with all the force and skill he was master of. At the second turn the Count stopped the carriage. and while he descended the Piazza del Popolo.mansioningles. companions and strangers. with which they made grimaces at every one who passed. or lean from their windows. and genius.gigantic cabbages walk gravely about. and which. nosegays. and my servants. Franz thanked the count for his attention. with spring masks. indiscriminately. dispose of my coachman. As for Albert." . while it covered Morcerf and his two companions with dust. and no one took offence. springing out. incited him to join in the general combat. dogs walk on their hind legs. This will give a faint idea of the Carnival at Rome. and. feel a thick veil drawn between the past and the present. screaming. "when you are tired of being actors. strangers from all parts of the world. the united aristocracy of birth. and requested permission to withdraw. "you did not see?" "What?" "There. Lovely women. my dear fellow. the other ascended towards the Palazzo di Venezia. I am convinced they are all charming women. which we would fain follow. friends and foes. In the meantime. and shower down confetti. the image of what they had witnessed.they were opposite the Rospoli Palace. He rose in his turn. mummers. Anthony. and their windows with flags. bordered from one end to the other with lofty palaces. in which all the masks around him were engaged. Franz looked up -." said the count. he had never for an instant shown any appearance of having been moved. a lovely face is exhibited. "Gentlemen. "Ah. but from which we are separated by troops of fiends. fighting.

" said Franz to him.La Mansión del Inglés . Albert's mask fell off. and as Franz had no reason to suppose it was meant for him. or rather. He instantly rose and cast the remainder of the bouquets into the carriage. then she will give me some sign or other. The count had." returned Albert. bravo. If the fair peasant wishes to carry matters any further." said Franz. doubtless." said the host. to carry the intrigue no farther. "Well. as the carriage of the two friends passed her. but this is quite a French demand. and I shall know what I have to do. Shall I leave you? Perhaps you would prefer being alone?" "No. excepting two or three encounters with the carriage full of Roman peasants. for the next week you will not find a single tailor who would consent to sew six buttons on a waistcoat if you paid him a crown a piece for each button." "Laugh if you please -. "A tailor." replied he." said Franz. Albert placed it in his button-hole." "On my word. "in token of your ingratitude. the two windows. but Albert had great projects to put into execution before going to the theatre. she threw a bunch of violets. "To make you two costumes between now and tomorrow? I ask your excellencies' pardon. "I will not be caught like a fool at a first disclosure by a rendezvous under the clock. Signor Pastrini came to the door to receive his guests. and that it had gone at four o'clock to fetch him from the Rospoli Palace. in spite of Albert's hope. At one of these encounters." "Then I must give up the idea?" . clapped her hands when she beheld them in his button-hole. Franz questioned Albert as to his intentions. "I hope the Carnival will not pass without some amends in one shape or the other. Albert. hung with yellow damask. charged him to offer the two friends the key of his box at the Argentina. we shall find her. the day passed unmarked by any incident. drove up it." "Oh. he inquired if Signor Pastrini could procure him a tailor. for when Albert and Franz again encountered the carriage with the contadini. the one who had thrown the violets to Albert. "things go "How unfortunate that you were masked. without saying a word. accidentally or purposely.mansioningles. but Pastrini reassured him by saying that the Count of Monte Cristo had ordered a second carriage for himself." returned Franz. Then they returned to the Rospoli Palace. "here was an opportunity of making up for past disappointments. for. laughing. "Bravo. for although the young men made several more turns. however. Albert seized it. half laughing." Albert was right. half serious." replied he." The jest. as they say at the opera-balls. "and for what?" "To make us between now and to-morrow two Roman peasant costumes." "Pardieu. At this moment the same bell that had proclaimed the beginning of the mascherata sounded the retreat. "you are wise as Nestor and prudent as Ulysses. and your fair Circe must be very skilful or very powerful if she succeed in changing you into a beast of any kind. she will find us to-morrow. the coachman. moreover. but the count and the blue domino had also disappeared. were still occupied by the persons whom the count had invited.http://www. and in a second all the carriages had disappeared.I really think so. So I will not abandon this bouquet. "there is the beginning of an adventure." But." said Franz. he suffered Albert to retain it. The host shook his head. The file on the Corso broke the line. the fair unknown had resolved. they did not again see the calash. and to express regret that he had not returned in sufficient time. which had turned up one of the neighboring streets. passed along the Piazza di Spagni and the Rospoli Palace and stopped at the door of the hotel. Franz hastened to inquire after the count. Doubtless one of the charming females Albert had detected beneath their coquettish disguise was touched by his gallantry. soon appeared to become earnest. and the carriage went triumphantly on. and instead of making any answer. Franz and Albert were opposite the Via delle Maratte.

it was he who introduced himself to us. and afterwards go and see `The Algerian Captive." "My dear Albert. and now we have taken possession of his box. The two friends sat down to table. hardly giving Franz time to sit down. Albert. "I cannot deny that we have abused his good nature all day. upon which Franz and Albert mounted to their apartments." returned Albert. the two friends went to pay their respects to the countess.La Mansión del Inglés . "given positive orders that the carriage was to remain at their lordships' orders all day. when you awake. Her opera-glass was so fixedly directed towards them. I prefer complete histories. and to-morrow. "it seems you have nothing better to do than to make the acquaintance of this new Lord Ruthven. so that she perceived Franz and Albert in the place of the very person concerning whom she had expressed so strange an opinion to Franz. that both my friend and myself attach the greatest importance to having to-morrow the costumes we have asked for." "At least wait until the story has a conclusion. this morning we breakfasted with him. "but remember. availing himself of one of the privileges of the spectators of the Italian theatres. but they could not refrain from remarking the difference between the Count of Monte Cristo's table and that of Signor Pastrini. in his turn." "All day?" "Yes." he said." "Without being so far advanced as that." "You know him. to confess that the advantage was not on Pastrini's side. sat behind. the Countess G---.'" "Agreed.mansioningles." 'Tell it to me. but tell me how you made his acquaintance? Did any one introduce you to him?" "No. my dear countess." "It would frighten you too much. "Well. that Franz saw it would be cruel not to satisfy her curiosity." They resolved to profit by the count's courtesy. we rode in his carriage all day. "His excellency the Count of Monte Cristo had. we have them ready-made. Her first look was at the box where she had seen the count the previous evening. and ordered the horses to be harnessed. in spite of the dislike he seemed to have taken to the count. This precaution taken. and they could therefore dispose of it without fear of indiscretion." "How so?" "It is a long story.http://www. he has already proved himself full of resources. "leave all to our host. who use their boxes to hold receptions. During the first act. Albert. During dessert. the servant inquired at what time they wished for the "No. Truth compelled Franz." said she. and that their wishes should be attended to." "So much the more reason. when she motioned to Franz to assume the seat of honor. Scarcely had they entered. they went to the theatre. it was his token reserved for the morrow. and installed themselves in the count's box." returned Franz. then?" "Yes. while they substituted evening dress for that which they had on. and you are already the best friends in the world. Signor Pastrini." "Very well." said Franz. carefully preserved the bunch of violets." The host again assured them they might rely on him. and. and which was somewhat the worse for the numerous combats they had sustained. you shall find a collection of costumes with which you will be satisfied." . The servant understood them.entered. let us dine quietly. and no. Leave all to me. Albert and Franz looked at each other. and proceeded to disencumber themselves of their costumes. as he took off his dress. fearing really to abuse the count's kindness.

de Rothschild. an hour afterwards the two friends returned to their hotel." interrupted Albert. Do you know what those three windows were worth?" "Two or three hundred Roman crowns?" "Two or three thousand." "What is his name -. we heard. "he seemed to me somewhat eccentric.http://www. de Morcerf. you know?" "The Count of Monte Cristo. after we left you." "He is an original.for. we must put up with that. and. madam. Franz gave up his seat to him." "Well." said the countess. This circumstance "When?" "Last night. then?" "In reality." "That is not a family name?" "No." returned Albert." "When you say invisible." "You hear. Did you pass through the Corso?" "Yes. the effect of changing the conversation.La Mansión del Inglés . were he at Paris. who has taken the appearance of Lara in order to avoid being confounded with M." "The deuce. did you notice two windows hung with yellow damask. "We should be very hard to please. "it is only to keep up the mystery. I should say he was a poor devil literally mad." "Through what medium?" "The very prosaic one of our landlord." said the countess.mansioningles. at the Hotel de Londres with you?" "Not only in the same hotel. then. for whom do you take the blue domino at the window with the white curtains?" "Where was this window with white hangings?" asked the countess. smiling." "Come. the sound of her guzla. and you have seen her?" "Her?" "The beautiful Greek of yesterday. moreover. This morning he made two or three exits worthy of Didier or Anthony." "Then why did he purchase it?" "For a whim." At this moment a fresh visitor entered." "The count had three windows at the Rospoli Palace?" "Yes." "Does his island produce him such a revenue?" "It does not bring him a baiocco. or with a more perfect courtesy. "I see my vampire is only some millionaire. and a frequenter of the theatres. but she remained perfectly invisible. of course. but on the same floor." "Well." "And he is a count?" "A Tuscan count. Signor Pastrini had already set about procuring their disguises for the morrow." observed Albert. he must be a nabob. "did we not think him delightful." "He is staying." observed the countess. according to custom. it is the name of the island he has purchased. who was herself from one of the oldest Venetian families." "No. A friend of ten years' standing could not have done more for us. "What sort of a man is he?" "Ask the Vicomte de Morcerf. I am referred to you. M. and he assured them that they would be perfectly . I think. and one with white damask with a red cross? Those were the count's windows?" "Why. "At the Rospoli Palace.

and their red caps. let fall on his shoulder a stream of ribbons. while he had changed his costume they had assumed his. silk stockings with clocks. Albert was charmed with the count's manners. but her joyous companions also. Make use of it. and he received their excuses with the air of a man who appreciated their delicacy. like himself and his friend. and whether it was the result of chance. conversing on all subjects with the greatest ease. I leave the carriage entirely at your disposal. they selected two exactly alike. and for the remainder of the Carnival. for your pleasure or your business. thrown from a carriage filled with harlequins. The day was as gay as the preceding one. "Gentlemen. I come to say that to-day. placed coquettishly on one side. but when they again passed he had disappeared. perhaps even more animated and noisy. The permission to do what he liked with the carriage pleased him above all." said he. followed by a tailor. A few words he let fall showed them that he was no stranger to the sciences. and he was only prevented from recognizing him for a perfect gentleman by reason of his varied knowledge. an action which seemed greatly to amuse not only the fair lady who had thrown it. as we have already said. which make them look like a bottle of wine with a red seal? Franz complimented Albert. At the second turn. I pray you. They told him so frankly. or whether a similar feeling had possessed them both. and a silk waistcoat. for the fair peasants had appeared in a most elegant carriage the preceding evening. and which gained them the applause of Franz and Albert. so that you will not inconvenience me in any way. At half-past one they descended. and charged the tailor to sew on each of their hats about twenty yards of ribbon. At the first sound of the bell they hastened into the Corso by the Via Vittoria. and when he again met the calash. which gave them a more ridiculous appearance than ever. and Albert was not sorry to be upon an equal footing with them. on his return. They were thus engaged when the Count of Monte Cristo satisfied. and he seemed much occupied with chemistry. The Turks used to be so picturesque with their long and flowing robes. who had eight or ten Roman peasant costumes on his arm. This picturesque attire set him off to great advantage. He was. In the evening. and when he had bound the scarf around his waist. perfect freedom is sometimes still more agreeable.La Mansión del Inglés . indicated to Albert that. Albert was impatient to see how he looked in his new dress -.mansioningles. and when his hat. and to procure them two of the long silk sashes of different colors with which the lower orders decorate themselves on fete-days. the coachman and footman had put on their livery over their disguises. a bunch of fresh violets. The two friends did not venture to return the count the breakfast he had given them. the peasants had changed their costume. Albert placed the fresh bouquet in his button-hole. It is almost needless to say that the flirtation between Albert and the fair peasant continued all day. but he kept the faded one in his hand. The next morning.a jacket and breeches of blue velvet. but are they not now hideous with their blue frocks buttoned up to the chin. who looked at himself in the glass with an unequivocal smile of satisfaction. "although a companion is agreeable. Franz found a letter from the ." The young men wished to decline. he raised it to his lips. The Count of Monte Cristo remained a quarter of an hour with them. perfectly well acquainted with the literature of all countries.http://www. Franz was forced to confess that costume has much to do with the physical superiority we accord to certain nations. it would have been too absurd to offer him in exchange for his excellent table the very inferior one of Signor Pastrini. also. at nine o'clock. the count appeared for an instant at his window. shoes with buckles. but they could find no good reason for refusing an offer which was so agreeable to them. he entered Franz's room. A glance at the walls of his salon proved to Franz and Albert that he was a connoisseur of pictures. Albert had fastened the faded bunch of violets to his button-hole. The host will tell you I have three or four more.

and as she passed she raised her mask. also. Constancy and Discretion. he had solicited and obtained the same favor. during three years that he had travelled all over Italy. "Well. who received his congratulations with the air of a man conscious that they are merited. and read: -Tuesday evening. declaring beforehand that he was willing to make any sacrifice the other wished. he brought away with him a treasure of pious thoughts. At ten minutes past five Albert entered overjoyed. He insisted upon it. This belief was changed into certainty when Franz saw the bouquet (conspicuous by a circle of white camellias) in the hand of a charming harlequin dressed in rose-colored satin. She was charming. "Well. The evening was no longer joy. descend from your carriage opposite the Via dei Pontefici. in order that you may be recognized. but that he was unwilling to ask it. at seven o'clock. he was unwilling to quit the capital of the Christian world without laying his respectful homage at the feet of one of St." replied Albert. The next morning he saw Albert pass and repass. He felt assured that the perfect indiscretion of his friend would duly inform him of all that happened. and as. informing him that he would have the honor of being received by his holiness the next day." said he. Franz was not sufficiently egotistical to stop Albert in the middle of an adventure that promised to prove so agreeable to his curiosity and so flattering to his vanity. be sure to fasten a knot of rosecolored ribbons to the shoulder of your harlequin costume. On his return from the Vatican. "what do you think of that?" "I think that the adventure is assuming a very agreeable appearance. Franz carefully avoided the Corso. one cannot incline one's self without awe before the venerable and noble old man called Gregory XVI. Until then you will not see me. holding an enormous embassy. "Read. At each previous visit he had made to Rome. for the next evening Franz saw him enter triumphantly shaking a folded paper which he held by one corner. and incited as much by a religious feeling as by gratitude. which he doubtless meant to make the bearer of his amorous epistle. Franz congratulated Albert. "and I very much fear you will go alone to the Duke of Bracciano's ball. Albert let himself be pressed just as long as friendship required.La Mansión del Inglés . when Franz had finished. Franz anticipated his wishes by saying that the noise fatigued him. a similar piece of good fortune had never fallen to his share. Peter's successors who has set the rare example of all the virtues. that Albert seemed to have something to ask of him." Franz and Albert had received that morning an invitation from the . He did not then think of the Carnival. to which the mad gayety of the maskers would have been profanation. Albert was not deceived. "was I mistaken?" "She has answered you!" cried Franz. He therefore promised Albert that he would content himself the morrow with witnessing the Carnival from the windows of the Rospoli Palace. The harlequin had reassumed her peasant's costume.http://www. and that he should pass the next day in writing and looking over his journal. but delirium. Franz took the letter. for in spite of his condescension and touching kindness. that his fair incognita belonged to the aristocracy.mansioningles. Franz was by no means sorry to learn how to act on such an occasion. He had recognized by certain unmistakable signs. Albert nothing doubted but that the fair unknown would reply in the same manner. Albert attributed to Franz's absence the extreme kindness of the fair peasant in raising her mask. and follow the Roman peasant who snatches your torch from you. while he gave these details. When you arrive at the first step of the church of San Giacomo. Franz remarked." This word was pronounced in a manner impossible to describe." "I think so. and then avowed to Franz that he would do him a great favor by allowing him to occupy the carriage alone the next day. He had made up his mind to write to her the next day." asked he.

and find if you can. They had not seen him for two days. Albert. He could not refrain from admiring the severe beauty of his features. at least. the Count of Monte Cristo was announced. The count had learned that the two friends had sent to secure a box at the Argentina Theatre. and yet it was easy to understand that he was formed to rule the young men with whom he associated at present. read the letter again. and were told they were all let. charming.mansioningles. two or three more such adventures. as he was going to the Palli Theatre. and the orthography irreproachable. or beneath Lara's helmet. and I have always had a great taste for archaeology.http://www. "I am in love." "If my unknown be as amiable as she is beautiful. or rather the principal quality of which was the pallor. "Take care. and had only returned an hour since. the count seemed to have . however great Franz's desire was to allude to their former interview. the only defect." "Well. He had started the previous evening. which had so forcibly struck him at their first meeting." (The writing was. "Laugh as much as you will. and if your fair incognita belong to the higher class of society." replied Albert. in reality.) "You are born to good fortune. He hastened with Franz to seat himself. any blemish in the language or orthography. he brought them the key of his own -. free to recommence the discussion after dinner. alleging their fear of depriving him of it. I adore Rome. and yet he had not let fall a single word indicating any previous acquaintance between them. but the count replied that." "You alarm me." "Come. a Byronic hero! Franz could not. he was to-night like everybody else. he had the fiery eyes that seem to penetrate to the very soul. Albert's love had not taken away his appetite. as he returned the letter. In consequence.La Mansión del Inglés . but also return to Florence alone. my opinion is still the same. Signor Pastrini informed them that business had called him to Civita Vecchia. The man was an enigma to Franz. "I see that I shall not only go alone to the Duke of Bracciano's. but even think of him without imagining his stern head upon Manfred's shoulders." "Whether she goes there or not. And. His forehead was marked with the line that indicates the constant presence of bitter thoughts. and the haughty and disdainful upper lip that gives to the words it utters a peculiar character that impresses them on the minds of those to whom they are addressed. "I shall fix myself at Rome for six weeks." Doubtless Albert was about to discuss seriously his right to the academic chair when they were informed that dinner was ready." "You know how imperfectly the women of the mezzo cito are educated in Italy?" (This is the name of the lower class. Whether he kept a watch over himself. After least such was the apparent motive of his visit. the box at the Argentina Theatre would he lost if they did not profit by it. This assurance determined the two friends to accept it. He was at least forty. or whether by accident he did not sound the acrimonious chords that in other circumstances had been touched. "All the nobility of Rome will be present.) "Yes. The count was no longer young. The count must feel sure that Franz recognized him. we will not say see him. Truly." cried celebrated Roman banker. and I do not despair of seeing you a member of the Academy. to complete his resemblance with the fantastic heroes of the English poet. On his side. the fear of being disagreeable to the man who had loaded him and his friend with kindness prevented him from mentioning it." said Franz. He was charming. Franz and Albert made some difficulty." said Albert." said Franz. Franz had by degrees become accustomed to the count's pallor. she must go there." returned Albert. "You have read the letter?" "Yes. Look at the writing.

A knot of rose-colored ribbons fell from his shoulder almost to the ground. As the day advanced. upon separating. she gave Albert no sign of her existence the morrow or the day after. It was a human storm. or enthusiasm. At length Tuesday came. The author of this history. He thought several times of the project the count had of visiting Paris. Then the Castle of Saint Angelo fired three cannon to indicate that number three had won. When the detachment arrived at the Piazza di Venezia. As similar intrigues are not uncommon in Italy. . without the police interfering in the matter. The evening passed as evenings mostly pass at Italian theatres. in the carriages. oranges.http://www. Immediately. to announce that the street was clear. as Lent begins after eight at night.La Mansión del Inglés . All these evolutions are executed with an inconceivable address and marvellous rapidity. but the count exercised over him also the ascendency a strong mind always acquires over a mind less domineering.mansioningles. There was not on the pavement. to meet at the Duke of Bracciano's ball. without any other signal. The Countess G---wished to revive the subject of the count. and he had no doubt but that. does not recollect to have ever seen a ceremony interrupted by one of those events so common in other countries. eggs. all those who through want of money. but congratulated Albert on his success. Albert was constantly expatiating on their good fortune in meeting such a man. with his eccentric character. who has resided five or six years in Italy. a second volley of fireworks was discharged. the carriages moved on. that is. but in paying visits and conversing. he would produce a great effect there. The heroine of the bouquet kept her word. then the trampling of horses and the clashing of steel were heard. The pedestrians ranged themselves against the walls. the comtess did not manifest the least incredulity. exchanging handfuls of confetti with the other carriages and the pedestrians. flowing on towards the Corso. a single dispute. his characteristic face. On Tuesday. to which all Rome was invited. From two o'clock till five Franz and Albert followed in the fete. a single tongue that was silent. galloped up the Corso in order to clear it for the barberi. let off on the Piazza del Popolo and the Piazza di Venezia (heard with difficulty amid the din and confusion) announced that the races were about to begin. not in listening to the music. and a hail of sweetmeats. Franz was less enthusiastic. fifteen abreast. the theatres open at ten o'clock in the morning. a single arm that did not move. and the immense stream again continued its course between its two granite banks. who crowded amongst the horses' feet and the carriage wheels without a single the power of fascination. And yet he did not wish to be at Paris when the count was there. the last and most tumultuous day of the Carnival. he informed the countess of the great event which had preoccupied them for the last three days. At the sound of the fireworks the carriages instantly broke ranks. made up of a thunder of cries. the tumult became greater. are one of the episodes peculiar to the last days of the Carnival. and his colossal fortune. Franz wore his peasant's costume. like torrents pent up for a while. or a single fight. in the midst of a tremendous and general outcry. but Franz announced he had something far newer to tell her. down all the streets. In order that there might be no confusion. time. Almost instantly. at the windows. seven or eight horses. have not been to see the Carnival before. flowers. They promised. mingle in the gayety. which again flow into the parent river. A detachment of carbineers. and retired by the adjacent streets. if we may credit travellers. in spite of Albert's demonstrations of false modesty. passed by like lightning. and contribute to the noise and excitement. excited by the shouts of three hundred thousand spectators. and. and nosegays. At three o'clock the sound of fireworks. The races. The fetes are veritable pleasure days to the Italians. like the moccoli. On Tuesday. Albert was triumphant in his harlequin costume.

In his whole life. The moccoletto is like life: man has found but one means of transmitting it. Albert sprang out. under the magic breath of some demon of the night.La Mansión del Inglés . But who can describe the thousand means of extinguishing the moccoletto? -. how to keep his own moccoletto alight. This battle of folly and flame continued for two hours. It seemed as though Rome. but Albert.mansioningles. the features of the spectators on the third and fourth stories were visible. but. The moccoli. The facchino follows the prince. did not rise until eleven o'clock. sent them rolling in the street. or moccoletti. are candles which vary in size from the pascal taper to the rushlight. and already. and at the same instant all the moccoletti were extinguished as if by enchantment. Franz followed Albert with his eyes. without doubt. The two friends were in the Via dei Pontefici. snatched his moccoletto from him without his offering any resistance. Every five minutes Albert took out his watch. wearing the well-known costume of a peasant woman. relighting. Suddenly the bell that gives the signal for the end of the carnival sounded. and saw him mount the first step. and the devil has somewhat aided him. perhaps. one after the other. Franz was too far off to hear what they said. Franz had never before experienced so sudden an impression. two or three stars began to burn among the crowd. and which give to each actor in the great final scene of the Carnival two very serious problems to grapple with. nothing was visible save a few lights that burnt behind the windows. and continued his course towards the church of San Giacomo. and mounting from the Piazzo del Popolo to the Palazzo di Venezia. and that one comes from God. He watched them pass through the crowd for some time. who strove to snatch each other's torches.first. at the cry of "Moccoletti!" repeated by the shrill voices of a thousand vendors. Had old AEolus appeared at this moment. for he saw Albert disappear arm-in-arm with the peasant girl. the Corso was light as day. nothing hostile passed. Suppose that all the stars had descended from the sky and mingled in a wild dance on the face of the earth. -. Two or three masks strove to knock his moccoletto out of his hand.the gigantic bellows. but at length he lost sight of them in the Via Macello. The moccoletto is kindled by approaching it to a light. how to extinguish the moccoletti of others. Instantly a mask. the superhuman fans. The steps were crowded with masks. But he has discovered a thousand means of taking it away. had suddenly changed into a vast tomb. the Transteverin the citizen. It seemed like the fete of jack-o'lanterns. The Carnival was over.http://www. It is impossible to form any idea of it without having seen it. No sound was audible save that of the carriages that were carrying the maskers home. which added yet more to the intensity of the darkness. the whole accompanied by cries that were never heard in any other part of the world. Chapter 37 The Catacombs of Saint Sebastian. Franz found himself in utter darkness. at length it pointed to seven. the monstrous extinguishers. The night was rapidly approaching. so rapid a transition from gayety to sadness. and the streets which . descending from the Palazzo di Venezia to the Piazza del Popolo. he would have been proclaimed king of the moccoli. every one blowing. the moon. and secondly. bearing his moccoletto in his hand.Franz and Albert among the rest. It seemed as though one immense blast of the wind had extinguished every one. which was on the wane. The sellers of moccoletti entered on the scene. It was a signal. By a chance. extinguishing. Every one hastened to purchase moccoletti -. a first-rate pugilist. and Aquilo the heir-presumptive to the A new source of noise and movement was added to the crowd. as in this moment. At the end of ten minutes fifty thousand lights glittered.

The distance was short. unless it be to go to a ball?" "Our friend. Dinner was waiting. and their first question on his arrival was to inquire the whereabouts of his travelling companion. Franz resolved to wait for Albert as late as possible. Signor Pastrini." "And don't you know where he is?" "Not at all.La Mansión del Inglés . who know Rome better than he does.mansioningles. who gained the prize in the race to-day. Albert de Morcerf. "and desired them to come and inform me of his return. and the women of falling ill of jealousy at seeing you so lovely. however." said Franz. or rather a bad night." replied the countess. The house of the Duke of Bracciano is one of the most delightful in Rome. Franz sat down without him. but as Albert had told him that he should not return so soon." "You should not have allowed him to go. in spite of the officious attention of his host. Franz and Albert had brought to Rome letters of introduction to them. for eleven o'clock. inquired into the cause of his absence. and went out. who had been accustomed to see them dine together. duke. countess!" These words were addressed to the Countess G---. not precisely. At eleven o'clock Albert had not come back. stopped before the Hotel de Londres." said the duke with a smile. or rather the count's." "You might as well have tried to stop number three of the barberi." replied Franz. therefore. the duchess. the duke's brother. He ordered the carriage. and at the end of ten minutes his carriage. telling his host that he was going to pass the night at the Duke of Bracciano' the young man traversed were plunged in the deepest obscurity. He therefore dined very silently." "I am not speaking. and that he had lost sight of him in the Via Macello. had left in Franz's mind a certain depression which was not free from uneasiness." said the duke to Franz. and was leaning on the arm of Signor Torlonia. the darkness which had replaced the light. who presented himself two or three times to inquire if he wanted anything. and the silence which had succeeded the turmoil. what could happen to him?" "Who can tell? The night is gloomy. "Then he has not returned?" said the duke. to be out late. I meant persons who were out in the streets of Rome. on the contrary. Franz dressed himself. "I informed them at the hotel that I had the honor of passing the night here. the men run no other danger than that of falling in love with you. "and then moreover." "Is he armed?" "He is in masquerade." replied Franz. "and whom I have not seen since. and thus their fetes have a European celebrity. who had just arrived. whom I left in pursuit of his unknown about seven o'clock this evening. and the Tiber is very near the Via Macello." asked the countess. "who is out in the streets of Rome at this hour. "you. "And do you know whither he went?" "No." "Diavolo!" said the duke. "this is a bad day. "of the persons who are here. desiring Signor Pastrini to inform him the moment that Albert returned to the hotel. that it is a charming night. one of the last heiresses of the Colonnas." Franz felt a shudder run through his veins at observing that the feeling of the duke and the countess was so much in unison with his own personal disquietude." said Franz. countess.http://www. "I think..its too rapid flight. "and those who are here will complain of but one thing -. is it not. Franz replied that he had left him at the moment they were about to extinguish the moccoli. "I waited for him until this hour." "Ah." . I think it was something very like a rendezvous. The sudden extinction of the moccoletti. but Franz merely replied that Albert had received on the previous evening an invitation which he had accepted. does its honors with the most consummate grace.

"Yes. the servant came up to him. pray be assured of that.what?" responded Franz." "Oh. The man was wrapped up in a large cloak." said the countess to Franz." "And where is the messenger?" "He went away directly he saw me enter the ball-room to find you. "the master of the Hotel de Londres has sent to let you know that a man is waiting for you with a letter from the Viscount of Morcerf. and I will give it to you." Franz took his hat and went away in haste. "Yes. He had sent away his carriage with orders for it to fetch him at two o'clock. He had no doubt that it was the messenger from Albert. ." Franz entered the hotel." "Is there any answer?" inquired Franz. and on the other in the Square of the Holy Apostles. when he saw Franz." "Your excellency's name" -"Is the Baron Franz d'Epinay. as if to keep on his guard. "What wants your excellency of me?" inquired the man.mansioningles. "go with all speed -." "Shall I find you here." he said." "Why did he not bring it to me here?" "The messenger did not say. but. "Well -." "Your excellency is the travelling companion of the viscount?" "I am. "Shall we see you again to give us any information?" inquired the countess. "Are not you the person who brought me a letter. As he came near the hotel. is hardly ten minutes' walk from the Hotel de Londres." replied Franz. taking the letter from him." said the countess. fortunately the Palazzo Bracciano. is one of my servants who is seeking you. "You have seen the man who desired to speak with you from your friend?" he asked of Franz. "from the Viscount of Morcerf?" "Your excellency lodges at Pastrini's hotel?" "I do." "Then it is to your excellency that this letter is addressed.poor young man! Perhaps some accident has happened to him." inquired Franz." "And who is the man?" "I do not know. Franz saw a man in the middle of the street.http://www. On the staircase he met Signor Pastrini. then?" "Certainly. which is on one side in the Corso. "And why?" "Your excellency will know when you have read the letter. retreating a step or two.La Mansión del Inglés ." "I will hasten. " "Ah. "Well?" said the landlord. otherwise I cannot answer as to what I may do myself." "I prefer waiting here. "Your excellency." "Come up-stairs with me. if it is not any serious affair. "here I think." "Be prudent." "A letter from the viscount!" exclaimed Franz.your friend at least hopes so. with a smile. He went up to him. in any event. "Yes -. the stranger first addressed him. to his extreme astonishment." said the messenger." replied the duke." The duke was not mistaken.

Thus seven or eight hundred piastres were wanting to them both to make up the sum that Albert required." "Then ring at his door. The count came towards him. if you please. have the kindness to take the letter of credit from my pocket-book. relying on you as you may rely on me. It was thus worded: -My Dear Fellow. He was in a small room which Franz had not yet seen. and so he went instantly towards the waxlight. Albert de Morcerf. by seven o'clock the Count Albert will have ceased to live. had fallen into the hands of the famous bandit chief. "and he has handed this letter to me. "Well. as he lived at Florence. he said. but of these six thousand Albert had already expended three thousand." This second signature explained everything to Franz. Below these lines were written. Light the candles in my apartment. and had only come to Rome to pass seven or eight days. in a strange hand. -. and found the pocket-book in the drawer. He was." . "If by six in the morning the four thousand piastres are not in my hands. if it be not sufficient. P. he had brought but a hundred louis. and of these he had not more than fifty left.The moment you have received this. add your own to it. and give them to the bearer." "Is he in bed?" "I should say no. Your friend. I do not say more. I have seen him. True. what good wind blows you hither at this hour?" said he. and unfolded it." "No. your excellency.mansioningles. in whose existence he had for so long a time refused to believe. It is urgent that I should have this money without delay. who now understood the objection of the messenger to coming up into the apartment." Franz went along the corridor. -. the street was safer for him. There was no time to lose. when suddenly a luminous idea crossed his mind." he replied.http://www. "Yes. It was written and signed by Albert. and in it the letter of credit. He remembered the Count of Monte Cristo. Franz was about to ring for Signor Pastrini." The inn-keeper gave orders to a servant to go before Franz with a light.I now believe in Italian banditti. Luigi Vampa. There were in all six thousand piastres. about to return to the Palazzo Bracciano without loss of time. Franz read it twice before he could comprehend what it contained. "do you know if the count is within?" "Yes. Run to Torlonia. alla sette il conte Alberto avra cessato di vivere. which you will find in the square drawer of the secretary. Albert. "have you come to sup with me? It would be very kind of you.La Mansión del Inglés . I have come to speak to you of a very serious matter. therefore.S. the following in Italian: -Se alle sei della mattina le quattro mile piastre non sono nelle mie mani. The young man had found Signor Pastrini looking very much alarmed. if you please. He hastened to open the secretary. and which was surrounded with divans. and a servant introduced him to the count. draw from him instantly four thousand piastres. when that worthy presented himself. hastily. and this had only made him the more anxious to read Albert's letter. then. and returning five minutes after. As to Franz."The count awaits your excellency. he has this moment returned. he might in such a case rely on the kindness of Signor Torlonia. "My dear sir. and request him to be so kind as to give me an audience." he said." Signor Pastrini did as he was desired. he had no letter of credit.

"The postscript is explicit. "Salite!" said the count. opened it. The man in the mantle quitted the wall. "And I thank you." replied the count. Where is the man who brought the letter?" "In the street. "and he made a sign to Franz to take what he pleased." "He awaits the answer?" "Yes." The count went to his secretary. you could find a way of simplifying the negotiation." "Be it so. I know it. looking fixedly in his turn at the count. on the contrary. "`Luigi Vampa." replied Franz. going to the door." "Shall I take any arms?" "For what purpose?" "Any money?" "It is useless. but he will not make any difficulty at entering mine. well!" said he. with surprise.http://www." The count went to the window of the apartment that looked on to the street. to send the money to Luigi Vampa?" asked the young man. "Is it absolutely necessary. in the same tone in which he would have given an order to his servant. The messenger obeyed without the least . and advanced into the middle of the street. and pulling out a drawer filled with gold. -. "If we were to go together to Luigi Vampa. I come to you first and instantly. said to Franz. "Did you see the postscript?" "I did." "I think that if you would take the trouble of reflecting. Franz gave him Albert's letter." replied he. "and what may it be?" "Are we alone?" "Yes." said the "A serious matter. said the count." "I must learn where we are going. and returning." "It is useless. "Read that. "How so?" returned the count. "`Se alle sei della mattina le quattro mile piastre non sono nelle mie mani. "Well. looking at Franz with the earnestness usual to him."I hope you will not offend me by applying to any one but myself. he would not come up. "who told you that?" "No matter. It is a lovely night. indeed. I am sure he would not refuse you Albert's freedom. and a walk without Rome will do us both good. "Have you the money he demands?" "Yes. well. I will summon him hither. The count read it." said Franz.mansioningles. would you accompany me?" "If my society would not be disagreeable.La Mansión del Inglés . have what you will. alla sette il conte Alberto avra cessato di vivere. and remained silent an instant." "You see. all but eight hundred piastres. then.'" "What think you of that?" inquired Franz." "What influence can I possibly have over a bandit?" "Have you not just rendered him a service that can never be forgotten?" "What is that?" "Have you not saved Peppino's life?" "Well. "Judge for yourself." he said." "To your apartments. perhaps. "And if I went to seek Vampa. and whistled in a peculiar manner." The count knit his brows.

" "Good!" returned Peppino. "Ah." "What?" cried Franz. Beppo put a brace of pistols to his head. entered the hotel." "How did the Viscount Albert fall into Luigi's hands?" "Excellency.all this with the consent of the chief. mounting the steps at a bound." replied Peppino. and never shall I forget it. The Frenchman made some resistance. and covered it with kisses. "Exactly so." said the count. four of the band. the Frenchman's carriage passed several times the one in which was Teresa. Rise and answer." Peppino glanced anxiously at Franz. in truth. Teresa returned it -. "it is necessary to excite this man's confidence. but rather with alacrity.La Mansión del Inglés ." said the count." said the count. They made him get out. and then brought him to Teresa and Luigi. seized the count's hand. then. "Well. What do you say to it?" "Why. "Oh. and he did not wait to be asked twice. the Frenchman assured him he would follow him to the end of the world. He gallantly offered the right-hand seat to Beppo. but he could not resist five armed men. that is strange. surrounded the carriage. "he is one of my friends. with an accent of profound gratitude. you may speak before his excellency. who were waiting for him in the catacombs of St. for it is a week ago. and sat by him. "I am a friend of the count's. turning towards Franz. Beppo has taken in plenty of others." "Well.only. did the same. and." "And. and was forced to yield. be assured. the coachman pulled up and did the same." "And Beppo led him outside the walls?" said the count. But Peppino. "But it was no disgrace to your friend to have been deceived." "The chief's mistress?" "Yes. Sebastian. the Frenchman took off his mask. it was Beppo who was on the steps of the church of San Giacomo." said the count. but it is something that you believe so." replied Franz. who were concealed on the banks of the Almo." "You can speak before me. and when they were two hundred yards outside. The Frenchman asked for a rendezvous. but now. walk along the banks of the river. "I am ready to answer any questions your excellency may address to me. excellency. Beppo got in. threw himself on his knees. then. that I should think it very amusing. "Well?" said the count. "it seems to me that this is a very likely story. instead of answering. five seconds afterwards he was at the door of the room. Teresa gave him one -. "it might have proved a gallant adventure which would have cost your friend dear. instead of Teresa." said he. disguised as the coachman. as the Frenchman became somewhat too forward. not forgotten that I saved your life. "if it had happened to any one but poor Albert." "What!" exclaimed Franz. "Never? That is a long time." . with the chief's consent. inviting the Frenchman to follow him. it is you. "Ah." returned Peppino." said Franz. his alarm will be the only serious consequence. The Frenchman threw her a bouquet. a carriage was waiting at the end of the Via Macello. At the same time. Beppo told him he was going to take him to a villa a league from hesitation. You allow me to give you this title?" continued the count in French.mansioningles. Teresa. Peppino. The coachman went up the Via di Ripetta and the Porta San Paola. if you had not found me here. "you have. and nearly strangled Beppo. "the peasant girl who snatched his mocoletto from him" -"Was a lad of fifteen. who was in the carriage." "No." replied Peppino. "was Luigi Vampa in the carriage with the Roman peasants?" "It was he who drove.http://www.

Sebastian. by the light of the moon. come along. sir. Ali had received his instructions." "Always ready?" "Yes. brought with them in the carriage. and bordered with tombs. "Oh. and the carriage stopped at the door. "if you will follow me. "let us follow him. and went down the Corso. "In ten minutes. during which Franz saw the shepherd going along a narrow path that led over the irregular and broken surface of the Campagna." Franz and the count went downstairs." "Well.La Mansión del Inglés . and suddenly retreat into the darkness on a signal from Peppino. which seemed like the bristling mane of an enormous lion. Then the porter raised some difficulties. "Ought we to go on?" asked Franz of the count. addressing the count. You need not awaken the coachman. went up the Strada San Gregorio. the portcullis was therefore raised. I resolve on starting for some particular point. and I should tell you that sometimes when I rise. and it would be difficult to contrive a better." "That is of no consequence. and reached the gates of St." In a very short time the noise of wheels was heard. The road which the carriage now traversed was the ancient Appian Way." "Well. "We might start at five o'clock and be in time. in whom Franz recognized the dumb slave of the grotto of Monte Cristo. day and night. Peppino will have warned the sentry of our coming. which. and finally he disappeared in the midst of the tall red herbage. led them over a declivity to the bottom of a small valley." said Peppino. Peppino placed himself beside Ali. crossed the Campo Vaccino. Sebastian?" "I was never in them. The count took out his watch. Franz and the count got into the carriage. "Your excellency. "Order out the carriage. Have you a carriage?" "No. here is an opportunity made to your hand. but the delay may cause your friend to pass an uneasy night. and they went on their way." He then took Peppino aside. but I have often resolved to visit them. the opening of the catacombs is close at hand. "Half-past twelve. and away I go. and the count and Franz alighted. "and remove the pistols which are in the holsters. Five minutes elapsed. Are you still resolved to accompany me?" "More determined than ever. and a footman appeared." he said. at the distance of a hundred paces." he said. "we shall be there. and the bandit saluted them. decidedly. From time to "And shall we go and find him?" inquired Franz. At the door they found the carriage. Ali was on the box." One of the two men was Peppino. gave him an order in a low voice. and therefore we had better go with all speed to extricate him from the hands of the infidels. which began to rise. accompanied by Peppino. and the other a bandit on the lookout.mansioningles. or in the middle of the night. A short time before they reached the Baths of Caracalla the carriage stopped. and Peppino went away. allowing him to leave or enter the city at any hour of the day or night. "or shall we wait awhile?" "Let us go on." said the count. Peppino opened the door. They then perceived two men conversing in the obscurity. He is in a very picturesque place -." said the count to his companion. Franz and the count advanced. I always have one ready. Franz imagined that he saw something like a sentinel appear at various points among the ruins. I am a very capricious being. or after my dinner. Ali will drive. taking with him a torch. but the Count of Monte Cristo produced a permit from the governor of Rome." The count rang. the porter had a louis for his trouble." Franz and the count in their turn then advanced along the same path." .do you know the catacombs of St. and they set off at a rapid pace. "Now. then.http://www.

They advanced silently. In a moment all the bandits were on their feet. and on the other into a large square chamber. and who saw by the lamp-light a shadow approaching his chief. rays of light were visible. according to their fancy. "Who comes there?" At the same time they saw the reflection of a torch on a carbine barrel. which was only distinguishable because in that spot the darkness seemed more dense than elsewhere. In the midst of this chamber were four stones. At this challenge. lighted his torch. At the other end. "Exceedingly.http://www. and the walls. Peppino glided first into this crevice. and turned to see if they came after him. put out the torch. and twenty carbines were levelled at the count. except that fifty paces in advance of them a reddish glare. and. and in groups. Behind the sentinel was a staircase with twenty steps. "Would you like to see a camp of bandits in repose?" he inquired. enlarging as they proceeded. dug into niches. Three arcades were before them. saw his way more plainly in proportion as he went on towards the light. as was evident from the cross which still surmounted them. entirely surrounded by niches similar to those of which we have spoken. and like a shadow. Peppino. then. scarcely visible. showed that they were at last in the catacombs. This was the chief of the band. which had formerly served as an altar. Franz himself. then. The passageway sloped in a gentle descent. Peppino passed. he said a few words to him in a low tone. were to be seen twenty brigands or more. or with their backs against a sort of stone bench. lighted up with its pale and flickering flame the singular scene which presented itself to the eyes of the two visitors concealed in the shadow. which served in some manner as a guide. who was walking up and down before a grotto. who was so intent on the book before him that he did not hear the noise of his footsteps. ascending the three steps which led to the corridor of the columbarium. and found themselves in a mortuary chamber. They went on a hundred and fifty paces in this way. after they got along a few paces the passage widened. through the openings of which the newcomers contemplated him. A man was seated with his elbow leaning on the column. who was less abstracted. Franz and the count descended these. was visible along the wall. and was reading with his back turned to the arcades. "Who comes there?" cried the sentinel. lying in their "Go on. making a sign that they might proceed. each having his carbine within reach." replied the count. drawing at the same moment a pistol from his girdle. saluted the nocturnal visitors. the count guiding Franz as if he had the singular faculty of seeing in the dark. and Franz and the count were in utter darkness. he raised his finger to his lips. was a sentinel. When the count thought Franz had gazed sufficiently on this picturesque tableau. The count first reached an open space and Franz followed him closely. however. advancing alone towards the sentry. "Come with me. by which a man could scarcely pass. They came to an opening behind a clump of bushes and in the midst of a pile of rocks. The count laid his hand on Franz's shoulder." Peppino obeyed. "Well. Luigi Vampa. Five corridors diverged like the rays of a star. and then he. Vampa rose quickly. like the first. and.La Mansión del Inglés ." replied Franz. and were scarcely able to proceed abreast of one another. and advanced towards Vampa." said he in a voice . more evident since Peppino had put out his torch. entered the chamber by the middle arcade. placed at the base of a pillar. Around him. Down one of the corridors.mansioningles. to warn him to be silent. whose extent it was impossible to determine. which were arranged one above the other in the shape of coffins. and the middle one was used as a door. A lamp. still Franz and the count were compelled to advance in a stooping posture. These arcades opened on one side into the corridor where the count and Franz were. and then were stopped by. which went all round the columbarium. "A friend!" responded Peppino. silent.

"I do not know. and. in a tone that made Franz shudder." "Are you not alone?" asked Vampa with uneasiness. turning to Franz. "What is the prisoner doing?" inquired Vampa of the sentinel. should be respected by you?" "And how have I broken that treaty. he said. turning towards Franz. "that not only my person. "I am with the person to whom this letter was addressed. your excellency." The chief went towards the place he had pointed out as Albert's prison. "Your pardon. turning to the singular personage who had caused this scene. your excellency. "The prisoner is there. who all retreated before his look. who will himself express to you his deep regret at the mistake he has committed. for the last hour I have not heard him stir. if I thought one of you knew that the young gentleman was the friend of his excellency. it appears to me that you receive a friend with a great deal of ceremony. Well.http://www. is anxious to repair it. "well. "here is Luigi Vampa." "Why did you not tell me all this -. smiling with his own peculiar smile." "What conditions have I forgotten." he said to him. Then." added the count. turning towards his men. and to whom I desired to prove that Luigi Vampa was a man of his word. "Come. "you heard what the count just said." said the count frowningly. and no muscle of his countenance disturbed. and conveyed him hither. pointing to the hollow space in front of which the bandit was on perfectly calm." exclaimed the chief. "and I will go myself and tell him he is free." continued the count. "this young gentleman is one of my friends -. "Why have you caused me thus to fail in my word towards a gentleman like the count. who drew back a bolt and opened a door. that this had happened. I would blow his brains out with my own hand!" "Well. having committed an error. Albert was to be seen wrapped up in a cloak which one of the bandits had lent him. "and that not only do you forget people's faces. with the air of a man who. "where is the Viscount? -. my dear Vampa. "Was it not agreed. "you have set a ransom on him. the chief advancing several steps to meet him. I repeat to you." replied Vampa. while with the other he took off his hat respectfully. The count and Franz ascended seven or eight steps after the chief. that I did not really recognize you.I do not see him." "Come in. lying in a corner in profound slumber. and Franz and the count followed him. and also my reply. captain." "But. with an imperative sign of the hand. let me add that I would not for the four thousand piastres at which I had fixed your friend's ransom." said Vampa." said the count.this young gentleman lodges in the same hotel as myself -. but I was so far from expecting the honor of a visit." said Franz. "Welcome among us. your excellency?" inquired the bandit." "It seems that your memory is equally short in everything. similar to that which lighted the columbarium. Vampa.this young gentleman has been up and down the Corso for eight hours in my private carriage. "Ma foi. then.La Mansión del Inglés . I hope." asked the count. by the gleam of a lamp." replied the sentry." inquired the brigand chief. you have carried him off. your excellency?" "You have this evening carried off and conveyed hither the Vicomte Albert de Morcerf." the count added." "Ground arms. but also the conditions you make with them." said the count." said the count." Franz approached. and yet. taking the letter from his pocket. who has all our lives in his hands? By heavens. as if he were an utter stranger. looking round him uneasily. your excellency. "I told you there was some mistake in this. your excellency.mansioningles." "Nothing has happened to him. "not so bad for a man who . but also that of my friends.

"And now. "this must be one of your friends. a happy and merry life to you. we shall yet have time to finish the night at Torlonia's." "Come hither?" "Yes." Then going to Albert. "is it you. for the future. captain? You should have allowed me to sleep. not as a servant who performs an act of civility. and in the next for this visit." "Well." replied Franz.' if you had let me sleep on. arranging his cravat and wristbands. they have paid my ransom?" "No. "allow me to repeat my apologies. "give me the torch. but like a king who precedes ambassadors. gentlemen." replied Albert. where stood all the bandits. then.mansioningles. You may conclude your interrupted galop." .. throughout this whole affair acted like a gentleman. then. I had such a delightful dream." "You are decidedly right. not I. with perfect ease of mind. "Will your excellency please to awaken?" Albert stretched out his arms. "you are really most kind. "remember. "My dear Albert. then. your excellency. my dear Franz. rubbed his eyelids. "Half-past one only?" said he." "Really? Then that person is a most amiable person." said the brigand chief. and have been grateful to you all my life. and opened his eyes. how am I free?" "A person to whom I can refuse nothing has come to demand you. but who nevertheless did give it. hither. I should have finished my galop." "My dear fellow. sir. come." Albert looked around and perceived Franz. `Never awaken me but for bad news." continued Albert." And taking the lighted torch from the hands of the herdsman. "if you will make haste. he was not insensible to such a proof of courage. "is it you. "is there any formality to fulfil before I take leave of your excellency?" "None. hat in hand. Napoleon's maxim. who has. "that is the least honor that I can render to your excellency. indeed. and I hope you will not entertain any resentment at what has occurred. "Oh. so that you will owe no ill-will to Signor Luigi." Then he drew his watch from his pocket." added he. On reaching the door. whose devotion and friendship are thus displayed?" "No. followed by Franz and the count." replied the bandit. he was evidently accustomed to see his prisoners tremble before him. descended the is to be shot at seven o'clock to-morrow morning. in the first place for the carriage. "You are right. saying. and yet here was one whose gay temperament was not for a moment altered." he said." "What are you going to do?" inquired the count. "you are as free as air. he bowed. my dear count. and we may reach the Palazzo by two o'clock. "Peppino." "Well. "l will show you the way back myself. he preceded his guests." said Albert gayly. your excellency. who shuddered as he gave his own. your excellency." said he. the Count of Monte Cristo. he was enchanted at the way in which Albert had sustained the national honor in the presence of the bandit. your excellency.http://www." and he put out his hand to the Count. "What." Vampa looked at Albert with a kind of admiration. I was dancing the galop at Torlonia's with the Countess G---." said he." said the captain. as for Franz. crossed the square chamber. "but our neighbor. So. "Why the devil do you rouse me at this hour?" "To tell you that you are free. and I hope you will consider me as under eternal obligations to you." And Albert.La Mansión del Inglés ." he said. Signor Luigi. The bandit gazed on this scene with amazement. Come. that he might see how time sped." "Oh. he touched him on the shoulder.

and he will assure you the delay arose from no fault of mine." and he. and. "perhaps the offer may not appear very tempting to you." said the Viscount of Morcerf. are you coming?" asked Albert. felt an extreme reluctance to permit his friend to be exposed alone to the singular fascination that this mysterious personage seemed to exercise over him." replied the count. It was just two o'clock by Albert's watch when the two friends entered into the dancing-room. I shall never cease to dwell with grateful recollection on the prompt and important service you rendered me.'" said the bandit." "My very good friend and excellent neighbor. who seemed attracted by some invisible influence towards the count." Franz and Albert bowed. "will you allow me. "Now. so that there is not much of a score between us. "No. and the horses went on at great speed." "Well. in which terror was strangely mingled. and therefore made no objection to Albert's request. "here I am. but here is my friend. but if you should ever feel inclined to pay me a second visit. as long as I live. "it is my favorite work. in some sort." he said. You owe me nothing but some trifle of 20. I have. after a short delay. "you really exaggerate my trifling exertions. The count said a word in Arabic to Ali. Chapter 38 The Compact. all uneasiness on Albert's account ceased instantly. advancing to meet him. your pardon. that one almost feels obliged to you for having committed them. In the meanwhile Franz was considering the singular shudder that had passed over the Count of Monte Cristo at the moment when he had been. "Yes. advancing towards the countess. wherever I may be. which you have been saved out of your travelling expenses. believe me. "Has your excellency anything to ask me?" said Vampa with a smile.mansioningles." "Caesar's `Commentaries." And as at this moment the orchestra gave the signal for the waltz. "Ah. on the following morning." said Albert. in his turn. The first words that Albert uttered to his friend. my dear Vampa." said Albert. "Yes." replied Franz. and also to remember that to you I am indebted even for my life. left the caves." "Gentlemen. my dear count." replied Franz. I am enormously anxious to finish my night at the Duke of Bracciano's. Their return was quite an event." They found the carriage where they had left it.000 francs. true. "Madame.http://www. you shall be welcome. "My dear count.La Mansión del Inglés . Franz paused for a moment. with a smile. "let us on with all the speed we may. the young man had warmly and energetically thanked the count on the previous evening. whose character for veracity you well know. turning towards the young men. and disappeared with her in the whirl of dancers. contained a request that Franz would accompany him on a visit to the count." added the chief. but services such as he had rendered could never be too often acknowledged. captain?" And he lighted his cigar at Vampa's torch. They advanced to the plain. Albert put his arm round the waist of the countess. I am rather late in claiming this gracious promise. then Albert. "yesterday you were so condescending as to promise me a galop. turning round. you compensate for your mistakes in so gentlemanly a way. The count went out first. but at once accompanied him to the desired spot. and to assure you that the remembrance of all I owe to you will never be effaced from my memory. "permit me to repeat the poor thanks I offered last night. "I am curious to know what work you were perusing with so much attention as we entered. forced to give his hand to Albert." replied the count. the count joined them in the salon. . but as they entered together. "besides.

and connected with the very cream of Parisian society. Rothschild. I will go still further. my dear M. "that you have reached your present age without visiting the finest capital in the world? I can scarcely credit it.nay." .mansioningles." "Connected by marriage. "your offer. I can only say that you may command me and mine to any extent you please. I shall be quite a sober. both at the court of France and Madrid. Your offer. Perhaps by the time you return to Paris." "Is it possible. I can in any way serve you? My -. that I do. it is quite true. I might have become a partner in the speculations of M." answered Albert. do not smile. "it comes to the same thing in the end. pray name it. I beg of you) with a family of high standing. laughingly. and with infinite pleasure. possesses considerable influence. -." "Nevertheless." "Oh. All that. that although men get into troublesome scrapes all over the world. "Well. and I unhesitatingly place the best services of myself. my family. in consequence of a treaty of marriage (my dear Franz." "So distinguished an individual as yourself. however. I can find no merit I possess. a determination to take everything as I found it. to open to me the doors of that fashionable world of which I know no more than a Huron or a native of Cochin-China?" "Oh. although of Spanish origin. de Morcerf" (these words were accompanied by a most peculiar smile)." "I am wholly a stranger to Paris -. save that.don't you think so? But as regards your wish to visit our fine city. and. the Comte de Morcerf. Aguado and M. but as my motive in travelling to your capital would not have been for the pleasure of dabbling in stocks.http://www. at your disposal. there is no nation but the French that can smile even in the face of grim Death himself. never mind how it is." said Albert. you mean. my dear count. or connections. had I known any person who would have introduced me into the fashionable world. I should have performed so important." answered Albert. smooths all difficulties. but. namely. staid father of a family! A most edifying representative I shall make of all the domestic virtues -." "Upon my word. and all to whom my life is dear. so necessary a duty. as a millionaire.but you must really permit me to congratulate you on the ease and unconcern with which you resigned yourself to your fate." exclaimed Albert. and I have only to ask you." said Franz. and I accept it in the same spirit of hearty sincerity with which it is made. and I now come to ask you whether. but as regards myself. in my own person." cried Albert. as that of making myself acquainted with the wonders and beauties of your justly celebrated capital. and to let those bandits see. and say that I had previously made up my mind to ask a great favor at your hands. and the perfect indifference you manifested as to the turn events might take.La Mansión del Inglés . "could scarcely have required an introduction. is precisely what I expected from you. "I deserve no credit for what I could not help. I stayed away till some favorable chance should present itself of carrying my wish into execution. and calls for immediate correction. was compelled to abandon the idea." replied the count. in all is a city I have never yet seen. of necessity. "and so much the more readily as a letter received this morning from my father summons me to Paris." "You are most kind. far from surprising me. has nothing to do with my obligations to you. still. but unfortunately I possessed no acquaintance there. I agree with you in thinking that my present ignorance of the first city in Europe is a reproach to me in every way. "whether you undertake. upon my arrival in France. however." "Monsieur de Morcerf.

"that will suit me to a dot. and while the Count was speaking the young man watched him closely. "it is exactly half-past ten o'clock. he said." returned the count. "your breakfast shall be waiting. in a fortnight or three weeks' time. that is to say. count. both inclination and positive necessity compel me to visit Paris. Now promise me to remember this. "I will give you three months ere I join you. or if this project of visiting Paris is merely one of the chimerical and uncertain air castles of which we make so many in the course of our lives." Franz did not doubt that these plans were the same concerning which the count had dropped a few words in the grotto of Monte Cristo. but which. at five o'clock. then. "And in three months' time." said Albert. he wrote down "No." "So be it." "For France?" "No." pursued the count. entirely separated from the main building. and extending his hand towards a calendar. you see I make an ample allowance for all delays and difficulties. baron. I shall remain in Italy for another year or two. is liable to be blown over by the first puff of wind?" "I pledge you my honor. but occupy a pavilion at the farther side of the court-yard." "I reside in my father's house. "you will be at my house?" "Shall we make a positive appointment for a particular day and hour?" inquired the count. suspended near the chimney-piece. addressing Franz." exclaimed Albert." replied the count. taking out his tablets. And you. "that I mean to do as I have said. "That depends." "Quite sufficient. "only let me warn you that I am proverbial for my punctilious exactitude in keeping my engagements. hour for hour. Rue du "Then it is settled. as in the present case. added." "Capital. and expect me the 21st of May at the same hour in the forenoon. Rue du Helder." "Have you bachelor's apartments there? I hope my coming will not put you to any inconvenience." "When do you propose going thither?" "Have you made up your mind when you shall be there yourself?" "Certainly I have." replied the count. it was veiled in a sphinx-like smile." and drawing out his watch. for Venice. "tell me truly whether you are in earnest. hoping to read something of his purpose in his face. 27." said the count." said Albert. 27. "to-day is the 21st of February." "Where do you live?" "No. "make yourself perfectly easy." said the Count. "and I give you my solemn assurance that I only waited an opportunity like the present to realize plans that I have long meditated." "Now then." "In that case I must say adieu to you." said the count. like a house built on the sand. as I am compelled to go to Naples.mansioningles.La Mansión del Inglés . 21st May." "Shall I see you again ere my departure?" asked Albert." "Then we shall not meet in Paris?" . as fast as I can get there!" "Nay." exclaimed Albert. but his countenance was inscrutable especially when." "Day for day. "do you also depart to-morrow?" "Yes. "But tell me now. and shall not return hither before Saturday evening or Sunday morning. as. the hand of your time-piece will not be more accurate in marking the time than myself. returning his tablets to his pocket. half-past ten in the morning. delighted at the idea of having to chaperon so distinguished a person as Monte Cristo.http://www. when do you leave?" "To-morrow evening.

that you are to be at No. quitted the room." Franz then related to his friend the history of his excursion to the Island of Monte Cristo and of his finding a party of smugglers there. by way of having a ." exclaimed Albert." "And where?" "Will you promise me not to repeat a single word of what I am about to tell you?" "I promise. 27. while he." said he. and. when Franz had concluded. "what can there possibly be in that to excite uneasiness? Why. "What is the matter?" asked Albert of Franz. "what do you find to object to in all you have related? The count is fond of travelling. between the count and Vampa. -." "My dear fellow. "allow me to wish you both a safe and pleasant journey. in which the count had promised to obtain the release of the bandit Peppino. Albert. "the count is a very singular person. No. and your word of honor passed for your punctuality?" "The 21st of May." said Albert." replied the Count." He recounted." "I will confess to you. Go but to Portsmouth or Southampton. and you will find the harbors crowded with the yachts belonging to such of the English as can afford the expense. Rue du Helder. the dream. when they had returned to their own apartments. "I am glad that the occasion has presented itself for saying this to you. and bowing to the count." It was the first time the hand of Franz had come in contact with that of the mysterious individual before him. there remained no proof or trace of all these events." "Well." said the count. possesses a vessel of his own. "it is agreed -. "Let us understand each other. as our readers are aware. Have you anything particular against him?" "Possibly. and how. At last he arrived at the adventure of the preceding night." "Upon your honor?" "Upon my honor. and the two Corsican bandits with them. in the Rue du Helder.mansioningles. Now.http://www. all the particulars of the supper. seen in the distant horizon driving under full sail toward "I fear I shall not have that honor. "Well.La Mansión del Inglés ." "Did you ever meet him previously to coming hither?" "I have. and have the same liking for this amusement. Then he detailed the conversation overheard by him at the Colosseum. Albert listened with the most profound attention. since we must part. Franz. "that is the way I feel. he most faithfully fulfilled. and the appointment you have made to meet him in Paris fills me with a thousand apprehensions. 27. He dwelt with considerable force and energy on the almost magical hospitality he had received from the count. with circumstantial exactitude. at half-past ten in the morning." "Listen to me. The young men then rose. at his awakening. being engagement which. the hashish." "Then listen to me. and the magnificence of his entertainment in the grotto of the "Thousand and One Nights. you must have lost your senses. for it felt cold and icy as that of a corpse. has always been courtesy itself to us. and unconsciously he shuddered at its touch. at half-past ten in the morning. for I have noticed how cold you are in your bearing towards the count. holding out a hand to each of the young men. and finally of his application to the count and the picturesque and satisfactory result that followed." said it not? -. save the small yacht. on the other hand. on the 21st of May. the statues." answered Franz." replied Franz. "you seem more than commonly thoughtful. and the embarrassment in which he found himself placed by not having sufficient cash by six or seven hundred piastres to make up the sum required." "Whether I am in my senses or not.

that have tinctured his succeeding years with so dark and gloomy a misanthropy? Certainly these are questions that." persisted Franz. really the thing seems to me simple enough. should I ever go to Corsica. being translated. most assuredly." replied Albert. for.000 piastres. avoiding the wretched cookery -.a sum at which.merely to . for my own idea was that it never was in much danger. where." "Well. then. `Who is M. proving most indisputably. Albert de Morcerf? how does he come by his name -. but certainly for saving me 4. whence does he derive his immense fortune.and obtaining a bed on which it is possible to slumber.' Was not that nearly what you said?" "It was. not altogether for preserving my life. -.a life as marvellous as unknown -. help me to deliver him. instead of condemning him for his intimacy with outlaws. and what were those events of his early life -. but. he has wisely enough purchased the island." "My dear Franz. if I could only manage to find them. then." "Talking of countries. you promptly went to him.La Mansión del Inglés . I did not very particularly care to remain. on my conscience. Nobody knows better than yourself that the bandits of Corsica are not rogues or thieves. upon receipt of my letter. it would ill become me to search too closely into its source. should be to the bandits of Colomba. which. you found the necessity of asking the count's assistance.his fortune? what are his means of existence? what is his birthplace! of what country is he a native?' Tell me. when. whether there are not many persons of our acquaintance who assume the names of lands and properties they never in their lives were masters of?" "But. while you have manfully resisted its effects for as many years. I should never have been estimated in France. did he put all these questions to you?" "I confess he asked me none. for services so promptly and unhesitatingly rendered. Now. "when. How do you explain the influence the count evidently possessed over those ruffians?" "My good friend. saying. I can assure you. Just ask resting-place during his excursions.000 livres of our money -. my first visit. and taken its name. ere even I presented myself to the mayor or prefect." "No. who have no other motive than plunder when they seize your person.which has been trying its best to poison me during the last four months." said Franz. Monte Cristo has furnished for himself a temporary abode where you first found him. they are a race of men I admire greatly." "Still. for my own part. Franz. means neither more nor less than 24. but purely and simply fugitives. driven by some sinister motive from their native town or village. `My friend Albert de Morcerf is in danger. I protest that. he but asks me in return to do for him what is done daily for any Russian prince or Italian nobleman who may pass through Paris -. I should like to have answered.http://www. "the Corsican bandits that were among the crew of his vessel?" "Why." replied Franz. you must give me leave to excuse any little irregularity there may be in such a connection. to prevent the possibility of the Tuscan government taking a fancy to his enchanted palace. in spite of all my outward appearance of ease and unconcern. and that their fellowship involves no disgrace or stigma.mansioningles. "of what country is the count. "I suppose you will allow that such men as Vampa and his band are regular villains. did he ask you. what is his native tongue. therefore. he merely came and freed me from the hands of Signor Vampa. and thereby depriving him of the advantages naturally expected from so large an outlay of capital. "that no prophet is honored in his own country. my good fellow. as in all probability I own my present safety to that influence. in your place." added Albert with a laugh.

let us talk of something else. even if that horizon is only a public thoroughfare. "do as you please my dear viscount.La Mansión del Inglés . placed in the care of a waiter at the hotel a card to be delivered to the Count of Monte Cristo. In the house in the Rue du Helder. on the 21st May. And now." said Franz with a sigh. It was a little entrance that seemed never to have been opened since the house was built. But. Still. in which were the servants' apartments. Albert de Morcerf could follow up his researches by means of a small gate. however. "and no doubt his motive in visiting Paris is to compete for the Monthyon prize. and two at the back into the garden. close to the lodge of the concierge. at half-past five o'clock. the young men parted. Albert de Morcerf to return to Paris. as you are aware. and which merits a particular description. on which. so entirely was it covered with dust and dirt. Then. you must admit that this Count of Monte Cristo is a most singular personage. Come. my dear Franz. should anything appear to merit a more minute examination.M. A small door. Two windows only of the pavilion faced the street. A high wall surrounded the whole of the hotel. Between the court and the garden. but the well-oiled hinges and locks told quite another story. and yet aware that a young man of the viscount's age required the full exercise of his liberty. There were not lacking. gave ingress and egress to the servants and masters when they were on foot. and who lives as it were in a gilded cage. "Well. everything was being prepared on the morning of the 21st of May to do honor to the occasion. I will readily give him the one and promise the other. the sight of what is going on is necessary to young men." Chapter 39 The Guests. given. surmounted at intervals by vases filled with flowers. built in the heavy style of the imperial architecture.mansioningles. to whoever shall be proved to have most materially advanced the interests of virtue and humanity. and broken in the centre by a large gate of gilded iron." And this time it must be confessed that. in spite of all. Albert. beneath the name of Vicomte Albert de Morcerf. unwilling to part from her son. This door was a mockery to the . careless life of an only son. three other windows looked into the court." "He is a philanthropist. shall we take our luncheon. where Albert had invited the Count of Monte Cristo. contrary to the usual state of affairs in discussions between the young men. for your arguments are beyond my powers of refutation. similar to that close to the concierge's door. and Franz d'Epinay to pass a fortnight at Venice. evidences of what we may call the intelligent egoism of a youth who is charmed with the introduce him into society -. If my vote and interest can obtain it for him. fearing that his expected guest might forget the engagement he had entered into. which served as the carriage entrance. who always want to see the world traverse their horizon. Albert could see all that passed. Peter's?" Franz silently assented. ere he entered his travelling carriage. the effective arguments were all on Albert's side."27. Rue du Helder. Albert de Morcerf inhabited a pavilion situated at the corner of a large court. It was easy to discover that the delicate care of a mother. and directly opposite another building. and then pay a last visit to St.would you have me refuse? My good fellow. half-past ten A. had chosen this habitation for Albert." answered the other.http://www. and the following afternoon. you must have lost your senses to think it possible I could act with such cold-blooded policy. he had written in pencil -. By means of the two windows looking into the street. was the large and fashionable dwelling of the Count and Countess of Morcerf.

according to their size and quality. The rest of the furniture of this privileged apartment consisted of old cabinets.for. and Charles Leboucher. on the right. from whose vigilance and jurisdiction it was free. formed out of the ante-chamber. and their beaks forever open. looking into the garden. over the doors. and of narghiles. flutes -. Albert had himself presided at the arrangement. The boudoir up-stairs communicated with the bed-chamber by an invisible door on the staircase. adorned with a carved shield. damasked. some royal residence. easels. which had been increased in size by pulling down the partitions -. of old concierge. -. surrounded at some distance by a large and luxurious divan. with the addition of a third. In the centre of the room was a Roller and Blanchet "baby grand" piano in rosewood. and a bedroom.mansioningles. Shrubs and creeping plants covered the windows. their flame-colored wings outspread in motionless flight. foils. these three rooms were a salon. bass-viols. daggers. in an open cabinet.for music had been succeeded by painting. with their amber mouth-pieces ornamented with coral. and manillas." opening at the "Sesame" of Ali Baba. were ranged. Louis XIII. -. regalias. There were collected and piled up all Albert's successive caprices. On the floor above were similar rooms. and Palissy platters. and it was here that he received Grisier. and single-sticks -. gilded. filled with Chinese porcelain and Japanese vases. with far more perseverance than music and drawing. or woven by the fingers of the women of Calcutta or of Chandernagor. for Albert had had not a taste but a fancy for music. in the meantime they filled the place with their golden and silky reflections. with their long tubes of morocco. with which the door communicated. the morning of the appointment. on the ceiling. and. every species of tobacco known. dyed beneath Persia's sun. awaiting the caprice or the sympathy of the smokers. it was impossible to say. palettes. pueros. and so on along the scale from Maryland and PortoRico. i. Mozart. Weber. while gratifying the eyes. it was wont to swing backward at a cabalistic word or a concerted tap from without from the sweetest voices or whitest fingers in the world. and Porpora. it was evident that every precaution had been taken. or.was exposed in pots of crackled earthenware of which the Dutch are so fond. the three arts that complete a dandy's education. in which the artist and the dandy strove for preeminence. and which formed the ante-chamber.a whole orchestra. a boudoir. on which were engraved the fleur-de-lis of France on an azure field evidently came from the Louvre.La Mansión del Inglés . and. or.. and inlaid suits of armor. However. . fencing. dried plants. Albert's breakfast-room. a collection of German pipes. and groaning beneath the weight of the chefs-d'oeuvre of Beethoven. at least. Gretry. was. Cook. minerals. but holding the potentialities of an orchestra in its narrow and sonorous cavity. looking into the court. beside them. they awaited. boxing. broadswords. Malay creeses. battle-axes. and hid from the garden and court these two apartments.a pandemonium. This was Albert's favorite lounging place. At the end of a long corridor. What these stuffs did there. on a table. maces. were swords. following the example of the fashionable young men of the time. The salon down-stairs was only an Algerian divan. hunting-horns.from the yellow tobacco of Petersburg to the black of Sinai. or Richelieu -. Haydn.for two of these arm-chairs. boxing-gloves. the young man had established himself in the small salon down-stairs. like that famous portal in the "Arabian Nights. and stuffed birds. Albert de Morcerf cultivated. in which perhaps had sat Henry IV. rather.http://www. Over these dark and sombre chairs were thrown splendid stuffs. as they were on the ground-floor.e. of chibouques. brushes. in boxes of fragrant wood. the only rooms into which. for the use of smokers. Above this floor was a large atelier. On the walls. pencils -. or Sully. and single-stick. the prying eyes of the curious could penetrate. to Latakia. and on the left the salon. a destination unknown to their owner himself. Lucca della Robbia faience. There. havanas.

dressed in a blue coat with beautifully carved gold buttons. muttering. perhaps. do you breakfast?" "What time is it now?" "A quarter to ten." "At what o'clock. whose name was Germain. and thin and compressed lips. Bourges is the capital of Charles VII. I will inquire. and who only spoke English." "No. at half past ten. and Malaga. he composed." A moment after. Do you not know that all Paris knew it yesterday. mine is incomplete. ask her for one of her liqueur cellarets. selected two written in a small and delicate hand. with a little groom named John. a valet entered. looked at the theatre announcements. Madame Danglars' footman left the other. and threw down. and I begin to believe that we shall pass into a state of immobility." "Yes. Albert threw himself on the divan. when the time fixed was half-past! Has the ministry resigned?" "No. 21st May. true. at half past ten. and offer him hospitality at Bourges. and ascends in long and fanciful wreaths to the the symmetrical derangement.http://www. you arrive at five minutes to ten. Is the countess up yet?" "If you wish. and that I request permission to introduce some one to her. with light hair. whom I expected last." "Very well. I wish to be punctual. entered. Albert glanced carelessly at the different missives. and not a ballet. and on great occasions the count's chasseur also." said Albert. and who enjoyed the entire confidence of his young master. get them at Borel's. although the cook of the hotel was always at his service. and tell her I shall have the honor of seeing her about three o'clock. and in the other a packet of letters. At a quarter to ten. seating himself on the divan. a white neckcloth. and though I do not much rely upon his promise. with a half-official air." "At Bourges?" "Yes. "One by the post." returned the young man. good-morning. the guests at a breakfast of modern days love to contemplate through the vapor that escapes from their mouths. and enclosed in scented envelopes. all Albert's establishment. be obliged to go to the minister -. Lucien Debray. my dear fellow.mansioningles. my dear fellow. we are tottering always. Debray will. and a barrel of Ostend oysters. "reassure yourself. without smiling or speaking. by an effort of the superciliary and zygomatic muscles." "Ah. hunted vainly amongst the advertisements for a new tooth-powder of which he had heard. and which. "These papers become more and more stupid every day. Take her six bottles of different wine -. which. you drive Don Carlos out of Spain. during the day. made a face seeing they gave an opera. and then the affairs of the Peninsula will completely consolidate us. sherry." The valet left the room. What do I say? punctuality! You. tell Rosa that when I leave the Opera I will sup with her as she wishes. opened them and perused their contents with some attention. This valet. We take him to the other side of the French frontier.Cyprus.La Mansión del Inglés . "your punctuality really alarms me. after coffee. he has not much to complain of. clear gray eyes. do not confound our plans.and besides" (Albert looked at his tablets). and be sure you say they are for me. sir. A tall young man. and the servant announced M. he fixed in his eye. and a tortoiseshell eye-glass suspended by a silken thread." "Let Madame Danglars know that I accept the place she offers me in her box. "Good-morning. Lucien. the three leading papers of Paris. a carriage stopped before the door. tore off the cover of two or three of the papers. "it is the hour I told the count. one after the other. but we never fall. held in one hand a number of papers. Wait. "How did these letters come?" said he. no. which he gave to Albert. then. and the day before it had already transpired on the .

" ." "Because you have the order of Charles III. "Come. here are cigars -." "Where does he come from -. No. do not affect indifference. but confess you were pleased to have it. 26." "I know so many men already." said Albert. -. and here I am. "if you did nothing? What? private secretary to a minister." "The deuce! I hope he does not bring our breakfast with him. Address yourself to M." "Yes. and other diversions. section of the indirect contributions. You do not know your own good fortune!" "And what would you do." "And makes you resemble the Prince of Wales or the Duke of Reichstadt. I returned home at daybreak. having kings."how happy you are to have nothing to do." "Oh. ringing the bell. to Bourse. queens. lighting a manilla at a rose-colored taper that burnt in a be beautifully enamelled stand -. besides your place.try them. Take a cigar.five and twenty despatches. a tailor who never disappoints you. plunged at once into European cabals and Parisian intrigues. and which you would not part with. Besides.the end of the world?" "Farther still. the papers that lay on the table.contraband. perhaps. At the Bois de Boulogne. amuse me. and strove to sleep." "Peste. I will do nothing of the kind. for which Chateau-Renaud offered you four hundred louis. and. but my head ached and I got up to have a ride for an hour. and who are yet leagued against me. my dear Lucien. Danglars (I do not know by what means that man contrives to obtain intelligence as soon as we do) made a million!" "And you another order. for I see you have a blue ribbon at your button-hole. better still. carelessly. while Lucien turned over. I then recollected you gave a breakfast this morning. In the meantime." replied Morcerf. my dear diplomatist.mansioningles. the moment they come from government you would find them execrable. "you astonish me by the extent of your knowledge. and M. a horse.. a glass of sherry and a biscuit. corridor A." returned Albert. with a slight degree of irony in his voice. Humann." "Really.. they sent me the order of Charles III. -. It looks very neat on a black coat buttoned up. I will amuse you." returned Debray. I am bored.La Mansión del Inglés . and you wish to announce the good news to me?" "No. I am hungry. ennui and hunger attacked me at once. and persuade the minister to sell us such instead of poisoning us with cabbage leaves. "Germain. a sort of Carlo-republican alliance. my dear Albert. feed me." replied Lucien. it is very well as a finish to the toilet.. parties to unite. possessing five and twenty thousand francs a year. the jockey-club." "It is my duty as your host. that does not concern the home but the financial department." "It is for that reason you see me so early. with the opera." "But you do not know this man. making more use of your cabinet with your pen and your telegraph than Napoleon did of his battle-fields with his sword and his victories.two enemies who rarely accompany each other." "How?" "By introducing to you a new acquaintance. with his gold-mounted cane. because I passed the night writing letters." "On my word. of course -.http://www. can you not amuse yourself? Well." "A man or a woman?" "A man. elections to direct.

we should never dream of dining at home. and a diplomatist." "Yes. no. you know that "Oh. smiling and shaking hands with him." "Come." said the private secretary. Do we breakfast or dine? I must go to the Chamber. but we do not invite people of fashion. "for I criticise him without knowing what he does.La Mansión del Inglés . depreciate other persons' dinners.http://www.mansioningles. come in. I await two persons. you must allow it is the best thing for the stomach." "About what?" "About the papers." "Willingly. "And what sort of persons do you expect to breakfast?" said Beauchamp. Beauchamp. If we were not forced to entertain a parcel of country boobies because they think and vote with us." "My dear friend. and lawyers always give you very bad dinners. who detests you without reading you. you have adopted the system of feeding me on smoke this morning. Are you hungry?" "Humiliating as such a confession is. Albert. and that will pass away the time. that is not bad!" said Lucien. "Pardieu?" "And what do they say of it in the world?" "In which world? we have so many worlds in the year of grace 1838. but Don Carlos?" "Well." "I only await one thing before following your advice." announced the servant. "Why do you not join our party." "Yes. Your Spanish wine is excellent. "do I ever read the papers?" "Then you will dispute the more. so he says. but I hear Beauchamp in the next room. rising and advancing to meet the young man. come. "Here is Debray. and that sowing so much red. one word. Good-day. you ought to reap a little blue. "Come in. and the instant they arrive we shall sit down to table. de Villefort's." "I think. did you ever remark that?" "Ah." Chapter 40 The Breakfast. you ministers give such splendid ones. our breakfast comes from my father's kitchen. a minister who will hold office for six months. I assure you. I am. for our life is not an idle one. Don Carlos will drink Bordeaux. that is." "You will then obtain the Golden Fleece." ." returned Beauchamp. You would think they felt some remorse. if you are still in the ministry. commander!" "Ah. You see we were quite right to pacify that country." said Albert. for I must give poor Lucien a respite." said Lucien with an air of sovereign contempt. my dear Beauchamp? With your talents you would make your fortune in three or four years." "In the entire political world. take another glass of sherry and another biscuit." "Well. you can dispute together. But I dined at M." "They say that it is quite fair." "You only breakfast. "A gentleman." "M. My dear Albert." "He is quite right." "Well. and in ten years we will marry his son to the little queen. of which you are one of the leaders.

" "My dear friend. to breakfast. therefore. M. but what does that matter? It is better to have a blazon less and a figure more on it." "Ah. and cigars. give three to your wife. and the diplomatist a Metternich. Albert. Recollect that Parisian gossip has spoken of a marriage between myself and Mlle. and take a glass of sherry and a biscuit. Morcerf. but he cannot make him a gentleman. to laugh at my ease. "for I am low -. Danglars' speeches. I cannot in "Then we shall have to wait two hours for the gentleman." "Do not do anything of the sort. a handsome young man of thirty." "But two million francs make a nice little sum." "Morrel. Debray. I am waiting until you send him to speak at the Luxembourg. and the Count of Morcerf is too aristocratic to consent. with the figure of a Guiche and the wit of a Mortemart. for the paltry sum of two million francs. to a mesalliance.M." muttered Albert -. de Guise had. this marriage will never take place." "Oh.who is he?" But before he had finished. as they say. I think you are right." returned Lucien. you do not know with what I am threatened. the opposition ought to be joyous. I shall hear this morning that M." said Debray. and yet it seems to me that when the minister is out of spirits. laughing. Maximilian Morrel. "the minister quotes Beranger.took Albert's hand. The Viscount of Morcerf can only wed a marchioness. announcing two fresh guests. de Chateau-Renaud -. The devil take the constitutional government. for he belongs to the opposition. you know I give my daughter two millions. who so nearly became King of France. heavens. for you are most desperately out of humor this morning. "It is the social capital of a theatre on the boulevard. "it is plain that the affairs of Spain are settled. "do you marry her. every millionaire is as noble as a bastard -. and three for the diplomatist. "for. how could we choose that?" "I understand. his ancestor. will pass the sword of Renaud de Montauban."Morrel -." said Debray. what shall we come to next?" "M. -. and whose cousin was Emperor of Germany.http://www. through your body." said Beauchamp. at least." "Be it so. you must lay in a stock of hilarity. Eugenie Danglars." "Do not say that. besides. that is exactly the worst of all. or a railroad from the Jardin des Plantes to La Rapee. I shall take a cutlet on my way to the Chamber." "Do not run down M. let you run down the speeches of a man who will one day say to me. `Vicomte. -. that is one more than M. he can be. to cure you of your mania for paradoxes.'" "Ah. I will stay." said the servant. we will breakfast at eleven.mansioningles. then. and can make him a peer. and you will still have four." "He will sully it then. Lucien. "To be sure. well. You have seven martlets on your arms. You marry a money-bag label. gentleman all over. follow Debray's example.La Mansión del Inglés ." cried Beauchamp." "You are like Debray. and since we had our choice. who. "The king has made him a baron. coffee. you told me you only expected two persons." said Albert absently." said Albert to Beauchamp. it is true." said Beauchamp. "Now.that is. and at his wife's this evening I shall hear the tragedy of a peer of France. in the meantime. I shall come back to dessert. for were the gentleman a Montmorency.that is. I must do something to distract my thoughts. de Chateau-Renaud." "Never mind what he says. "he votes for you. "My dear ." "Pardieu." returned Beauchamp." "On my word. keep me some strawberries. Danglars make a speech at the Chamber of Deputies." replied Morcerf. if I remember. "for here is Chateau-Renaud.very low.

"Diplomat or rescue the Holy Sepulchre." And he stepped on one side to give place to a young man of refined and dignified bearing. A rich uniform. that. if you should ever be in a similar predicament. which he terminated so entirely to my satisfaction." "On what occasion?" asked Beauchamp. It is very well for you." "Ah. I don't know. I should have instantly created him knight of all my orders. captain of Spahis. one whom you all know -." said Debray: "do not set him off on some long story." "You all know that I had the fancy of going to Africa. be ours also. "Oh. who risk your life every day." ." said he. and black mustache. whom I had chosen to arrange an affair. de Chateau-Renaud exaggerates." said Morcerf. he may do as much for you as he did for me." said Morrel. I retreated with the rest. set off his graceful and stalwart figure." "Not worth speaking of?" cried Chateau-Renaud." "You are quite right. baron." "Gentlemen. but for me." "Exactly so. who only did so once" -"We gather from all this. that Captain Morrel saved your life." interrupted Chateau-Renaud. on my word. I wished to try upon the Arabs the new pistols that had been given to me." replied Beauchamp. I do not prevent your sitting down to table. In consequence I embarked for Oran. half French. "But I recollect perfectly one thing.that is rather too philosophical. since we are not to sit down to table. "you did fight some time ago. "the count of Chateau-Renaud knew how much pleasure this introduction would give me. "It was only to fight as an amateur. you know I am starving." observed the young aristocrat. true. Poor brute -. my friend. for eight and forty hours." "It is a road your ancestors have traced for you." said Debray. forced me to break the arm of one of my best friends. Beauchamp." said Albert with affectionate courtesy. even had I been able to offer him the Golden Fleece and the Garter. "you think he will bear the cold better. The young officer bowed with easy and elegant politeness. that had I been king.poor Franz d'Epinay. I endured the rain during the day. about what?" "The devil take me. viscount." "That's why you want to purchase my English horse. "Monsieur. and I expect some one else." "Well said. and tell us all about it. nothing worth speaking of. the Arabian finds himself unable to bear ten degrees of cold in Albert. and his broad chest was decorated with the order of the Legion of Honor. being unwilling to let such talents as mine sleep. "let me introduce to you M. I cannot bear duelling since two seconds.however the man speaks for himself ---my preserver. "Beauchamp. a diplomatist!" observed Debray." returned Chateau-Renaud.http://www. "take a glass of sherry. and the cold during the night tolerably well. my good fellow. whom our readers have already seen at Marseilles. I only know that he charged himself on my account with a mission. but the third morning my horse died of cold. "life is not worth speaking of! -.La Mansión del Inglés ." said Debray. Salute my hero.accustomed to be covered up and to have a stove in the stable. "M. and went from thence to Constantine. "Yes? but I doubt that your object was like theirs -. piercing eyes." "What has he done?" asked Albert. true. Morrel. with large and open brow. where I arrived just in time to witness the raising of the siege. "it is only a quarter past ten. you are his friend." said Albert gallantly. under circumstances sufficiently dramatic not to be forgotten.mansioningles. "and pray that. half Oriental." "Well. Maximilian Morrel." said Debray." "Well. "ChateauRenaud can tell us while we eat our breakfast. if I remember." "Ah. and what is more -.

like St. the sacrifice." said Debray. "for I also expect a preserver. and I had good reason to be so." "Really. when I invited him three months ago. and two more with my pistols. and two were still left. It was very hard." returned Chateau-Renaud. But that is not all -. "but for a friend I might. with the five minutes' grace. the other swung a yataghan." "What shall we do?" said Debray. not by sharing his cloak with me. yes. "You have already answered the question once. "No." "I divined that you would become mine. he rescued me from the cold. "is an admirable one. "ask Debray if he would sacrifice his English steed for a stranger?" "Not for a stranger. for no one knows what may happen). "I was chosen. for I have made a vow never to return to Africa. that day I owed an offering to bad fortune in recompense for the favors good fortune had on other days granted to least. When I am rich I will order a statue of Chance from Klagmann or Marochetti. but I was then disarmed." "Yes. He had assigned himself the task of saving a man's life that day.http://www. taking out his watch. as I had the honor to tell you. as far as it lies in my power.two benefactors of humanity. and I already felt the cold steel on my neck. "I think him capable of everything. therefore." interrupted Chateau-Renaud." replied Morrel. the anniversary of the day on which my father was miraculously preserved." "Well. smiling. for my horse was dead." said Beauchamp. chance caused that man to be myself. "besides. full gallop. "parbleu. it will be given to some one who has done nothing to deserve it.after rescuing me from the sword." "And where does he come from?" asked Debray. sacrifice or not. Albert?" "At half-past ten. "Well. and that there are only Arabs who cut off heads? Our breakfast is a philanthropic one. "No.La Mansión del Inglés . then?" asked Beauchamp. "we have only one Monthyon prize." "You were very much frightened. count. but since that time who knows where he may have gone?" "And you think him capable of being exact?" demanded Debray. you will give me five minutes' grace. "Oh." "Of whom?" "Of myself. he was then at "You are mistaken. of which we each of us ate a slice with a hearty appetite. shot the one who held me by the hair. What time do you breakfast." said Morrel." "Well. but so vaguely that I venture to put it a second time. Morrel alludes. laughing. heroism or not. "it was the 5th of September. I shot two with my double-barrelled gun. and we shall have at table -. to cut off my head. "I was retreating on foot. I endeavor to celebrate it by some" -"Heroic action." replied Morcerf. then from hunger by sharing with me -guess what?" "A Strasbourg pie?" asked Beauchamp." . his horse. I hope so -." "Precisely?" asked Debray. perhaps. we have only ten left. and cleft the skull of the other with his sabre." said Albert. do you think I cannot be saved as well as any one else. to-day let us fill our stomachs. but by giving me the whole. when this gentleman whom you see here charged them. "I do not know." replied Chateau-Renaud." "The history to which M. "that is the way the Academy mostly escapes from the dilemma." "The horse?" said Morcerf. one seized me by the hair (that is why I now wear it so short.mansioningles. and not our memories." continued Chateau-Renaud. Martin." cried Morcerf. Six Arabs came up. which he will tell you some day when you are better acquainted with him.

" said Beauchamp.and were he here he would confirm every word -. fabulous as it promises to be. and Signor Luigi Vampa.http://www. he arrived accompanied simply by the guest I am going to present to you." "We know that." "I was at Rome during the last Carnival. his name is the Count of Monte "I will profit by them to tell you something about my guest. and to listen to your history." replied Morcerf.La Mansión del Inglés . called the Catacombs of Saint Sebastian. "for I caught one. and that." "But Franz did come with the four thousand crowns. "are there any materials for an article in what you are going to tell us?" "Yes." "Come. "A man whose name is Franz d'Epinay or Albert de Morcerf has not much difficulty in procuring them." said Chateau-Renaud. "Yes there are. Say so at once. with the air of a man who knows the whole of the European nobility perfectly." "Why. then." "I know it.about 24." "No. I had not above 1." interrupted Beauchamp. and I must make up for it." "And I say to you. and one of his ancestors possessed Calvary." "No. this gentleman is a Hercules killing Cacus. "Just so." "Armed to the teeth?" "He had not even a knitting-needle. like Madame de Maintenon." "There are no bandits. a Perseus freeing Andromeda. he is a second Ariosto. Unfortunately. for I found them ugly enough to frighten me." cried Debray. that the oysters have not arrived from Ostend or Marennes. I wrote to Franz -. and for a most curious one." "And I did more than that.000 francs. "Yes.500." added Chateau-Renaud. I was informed that I was prisoner until I paid the sum of 4. "confess that your cook is behindhand." ." "Go on.I wrote then to Franz that if he did not come with the four thousand crowns before six. at ten minutes past I should have gone to join the blessed saints and glorious martyrs in whose company I had the honor of being. we are sufficiently well-bred to excuse you." "And they apologized to him for having carried you off?" said Beauchamp. The brigands had carried me off. "I do not think so. my dear Albert. such was the name of the chief of these bandits." said Debray. I tell it as a true one from beginning to end. or rather most admirable ones.mansioningles. would have scrupulously kept his word." "But he paid your ransom?" "He said two words to the chief and I was free. I was at the end of my journey and of my credit. you are going to replace the dish by a story. "I narrowly escaped catching a fever there. and conducted me to a gloomy spot." said Chateau-Renaud. but what you do not know is that I was carried off by bandits.000 Roman crowns -. fabulous as it may seem." "There is no Count of Monte Cristo" said Debray. for I see I shall not get to the Chamber this morning. "Does any one know anything of a Count of Monte Cristo?" "He comes possibly from the Holy Land. as the Mortemarts did the Dead Sea. he is a man about my own size." "No." "Ah." "I beg pardon. and most hideous.

and attack our poor agents." said Morrel thoughtfully. the Sultan send me the bowstring. and has a cave filled with "I think I can assist your researches. Will you be ambassador. Morcerf?" asked Beauchamp." "Now you get angry. Debray. that he thus gives a clew to the labyrinth?" "My dear Albert. then?" "I believe so." "You say very true." "And you have seen this cavern. Albert? I will send you to Constantinople. and was waited on by mutes and by women to whom Cleopatra was a painted strumpet. "No. "Monte Cristo is a little island I have often heard spo