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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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I should have said not treacherous wine is!" "Come. who had himself assured him of his intention to dine at La Reserve. stating that he had recently conversed with M. pick up the crumpled paper. Hallo. The feast had been made ready on the second floor at La Reserve. whose lips wore their usual sinister smile. "now the thing is at work and it will effect its purpose unassisted. who now made his appearance. effectually confirmed the report. "Well." said Caderousse. in order to do greater honor to the occasion. 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. composed of the betrothed pair. And although the entertainment was fixed for twelve o'clock. and to beseech him to make haste. and he is going to the city. by whose side walked Dantes' father. 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 Danglars took advantage of Caderousse's temper at the moment. In fact. Various rumors were afloat to the effect that the owners of the Pharaon had promised to attend the nuptial feast. a moment later M. with whose arbor the reader is already familiar. The morning's sun rose clear and resplendent. the whole of whom had arrayed themselves in their choicest costumes. Morrel appeared and was saluted with an enthusiastic burst of applause from the crew of the Pharaon. "why. Morrel.mansioningles. what a lie he told! He said he was going to the Catalans. and other personal friends of the bride-groom. When they had advanced about twenty yards. however. and putting it into his pocket then rush out of the arbor towards Pillon. Morrel.http://www.La Mansión del Inglés . and as Dantes was universally beloved on board his vessel. staggering as he went." said Danglars. "he's gone right enough. beneath these windows a wooden balcony extended the entire length of the house." said Danglars to himself. over each of which was written in golden letters for some inexplicable reason the name of one of the principal cities of France. . Danglars looked back and saw Fernand stoop. The apartment destined for the purpose was spacious and lighted by a number of windows. accompanied by Caderousse. an hour previous to that time the balcony was filled with impatient and expectant guests. Danglars. you don't see straight. Danglars and Caderousse set off upon their errand at full speed. come. but all seemed unanimous in doubting that an act of such rare and exceeding condescension could possibly be intended. With the entrance of M. consisting of the favored part of the crew of the Pharaon. a party of young girls in attendance on the bride. the whole brought up by Fernand." Chapter 5 The Marriage-Feast. touching the foamy waves into a network of ruby-tinted light." said Caderousse." "Well. 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. Fernand!" "Oh. to take him off towards Marseilles by the Porte Saint-Victor. but ere they had gone many steps they perceived a group advancing towards them.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

" said the king.' and especially so when they can add. `A murder has been committed. and for which you should be recompensed. M.mansioningles. and looking about him for a hackney-coach. Of course you stopped at your father's?" A feeling of faintness came over Villefort. let it be your care to see that the brevet is made out and sent to M. above the order of Notre-Dame-du-Mont-Carmel and St. and remember that if you are not able to serve me here in Paris. near the cross of St. saluting the minister. and springing in. de Villefort. whose career was ended. in the Rue de Tournon." "Ma foi. The valet opened the door." "Sire." said Villefort. such as it is." he said. In the meanwhile" (the king here detached the cross of the Legion of Honor which he usually wore over his blue coat. "in an hour I shall have quitted Paris." continued the king. remain. "the police think that they have disposed of the whole matter when they say. Blacas." "Ah. sire." replied Villefort. Baron. smiling in a manner which proved that all these questions were not made without a motive. and gave it to Villefort) -. go and rest. and asked to have his breakfast brought to him." "Ah." "Never mind. I forgot. "you entered by luck's door -." Villefort's eyes were filled with tears of joy and pride.http://www. and Villefort heard some one speak his name. "your majesty mistakes." "Sire. for I have not the time to procure you another.La Mansión del Inglés . and gave loose to dreams of ambition." "Go. "what is it? -." said Louis. sir. and that is another sacrifice made to the royal cause. 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. "may I inquire what are the orders with which your majesty deigns to honor me?" "Take what rest you require.. sire." . Louis." "We shall see. then?" "I think not. be amply satisfied on this point at least. "Who could know that I was here already?" said the young man. "I forgot you and M. for you must be fatigued after so long a journey. " "How strange." said Louis XVIII. with some asperity. Lazare. Blacas. we will not forget you. send for the minister of war. you may be of the greatest service to me at Marseilles. sir." said the minister of police to Villefort. He was about to begin his repast when the sound of the bell rang sharp and loud." said Villefort.Who asked for me?" "A stranger who will not send in his name. your majesty will." "Will it be long first?" muttered Villefort." "But you have seen him?" "Sire." "But you will see him.Who rang? -.'" "Sire. `And we are on the track of the guilty persons." "A stranger who will not send in his name! What can he want with me?" "He wishes to speak to you. sir. bowing. which he hailed. "I alighted at the Hotel de Madrid. One passed at the moment. as they left the Tuileries.your fortune is made. he took the cross and kissed it. "and should I forget you (kings' memories are short). ordered horses to be ready in two hours. I will no longer detain you. do not be afraid to bring yourself to my recollection. Ten minutes afterwards Villefort reached his hotel. I trust. "take it. I went straight to the Duc de Blacas. Noirtier are not on the best terms possible. "And now." "Sire. de Villefort."in the meanwhile take this cross. The valet entered. "No. this is an officer's cross." he replied. make your mind easy. threw himself on the seat. he gave his address to the driver.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

who. I don't know. Villefort. surely. and whether his aged father be still living! Seventeen months captivity to a sailor accustomed to the boundless ocean. .you can have me tried -. rely on the notes he has left concerning you?" "Entirely." "M. Have pity on me. "I believe so. but you can plead for me -. then. for he his always been very good to me." Then." "I can. not pardon. like me. turning to the governor." replied Dantes. The door closed. who saw an honorable career opened before him. and hear what he says." "I cannot tell you that. is that an innocent man should languish in prison. the victim of an infamous denunciation. not intelligence. to be shot. the poor devil touches me." "And you are not so any longer?" "No.seventeen ages rather. "The 28th of February.mansioningles. is a worse punishment than human crime ever merited." "Had M. turning to the prisoner." Dantes fell on his knees. captivity his subdued me -. but you will find terrible charges. then. I ask only for a trial." said the inspector. and who loses all in an instant -. when you tried to kill the turnkey.hope." remarked the governor. wait patiently." "Are you well fed?" said the inspector.I have been here so long. sir." "You are very humble to-day. and I beg his pardon.La Mansión del Inglés . on the contrary. See him. he was very kind to me. "I can only promise to examine into your case. "On my word. I made some curious observations on this at Charenton. to die here cursing his executioners." "Only seventeen months.a trial. but a trial." "So long? bayonets -." said the inspector. and ask for me. like me. and is ignorant of the fate of his affianced wife. "since my only protector is removed. the other day. but a verdict -. not only to me.http://www. 1816." "I am no longer surprised at my detention.madmen are not afraid of anything. What matters really. it's of no consequence." murmured Dantes. de Villefort any cause of personal dislike to you?" "None. sir. he is now at Toulouse. then." cried Dantes. "I know it is not in your power to release me." "That is well. then?" asked the inspector. Uncertainty is worse than all." "Go on with the lights. "Oh. 1815. if innocent. but to officers of justice and the king." replied the inspector. and if I am guilty. was on the point of marrying a woman he adored." "Certainly. tell me at least to hope. "Monsieur. to be set at liberty. and the reason why I was condemned. "I want to know what crime I have committed -. that. at half-past two in the afternoon.why it is but seventeen months. then. -. "you are not so always. but this time a fresh inmate was left with Dantes -. Villefort is no longer at Marseilles." "To-day is the 30th of July." "Oh. You must show me the proofs against him. "I can tell by your voice you are touched with pity. for instance. but I was a man. and prayed earnestly. I am free -.and that is all I be tried. "What is it you want?" said he. you do not know what is seventeen months in prison! -. Let me know my crime." "Monsieur.when were you arrested. cannot be denied to one who is accused!" "We shall see.then I am saved!" "Who arrested you?" "M." "It is true." continued Dantes. had arrived at the summit of his ambition -.who sees his prospects destroyed. especially to a man who.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ck from the small .000 in 1894." "And you say this treasure amounts to" -"Two millions of Roman crowns.serves for me the fate of Cardinals Caprara and Bentivoglio. "Yes.. which treasure I bequeath and leave from the small creek to the east in a right line. the treasure is in the furthest a. bequeathing to me this symbolic breviary." continued Faria.... Aided by the remaining fragment. money... but for some time the imperial police (who at this period. If we ever escape together.. addressing Dantes with an almost paternal expression. you know as much as I do myself. and my hasty departure.the caves of the small Island of Monte Cristo all I poss... if I die here. and did set out at that very instant. carrying with me the beginning of my great work. made me his heir. a thousand times. diamonds.tire to him as my sole heir. my sole heir. .know of the existence of this treasure. "It is the declaration of Cardinal Spada."* * $2.. and which he . jewels.." "Well.La Mansión del Inglés . nearly thirteen millions of our money.. and the conjointed pieces gave the following: -"This 25th day of ... moreover.content with making me pay for my hat.. "put the two fragments together.mansioningles. measuring the length of the lines by those of the paper." replied Edmond.lions of Roman crowns.http://www. If we lay hands on this fortune. and re.." "And what did you do when you arrived at this conclusion?" "I resolved to set out. "25th April.. and judge for yourself. my dear fellow.. be easy on that score. make your mind satisfied on that point. wished for a partition of provinces) had their eyes on me.. "Caes... as we are guided in a cavern by the small ray of light above us. gold. the whole belongs to you." "But. the cause of which they were unable to guess.." Dantes obeyed.600. yes!" "And who completed it as it now is?" "I did. who were poisoned. he bequeathed to me all it contained. quite contrary to what Napoleon desired so soon as he had a son born to him. that I alone.tire to him . Spada. and divining the hidden meaning by means of what was in part revealed. no.ngle in the second..ried in a place he knows and has visited with me.ings have been made in these caves." he said.ssed of ingots.. . 1498. half this treasure is yours. having aroused their suspicions. Guido Spada...I declare to my nephew. gems. do you comprehend now?" inquired Faria.. no. he may desire to become my Spada. which may amount to nearly two mil. The last Count of Spada. no. that is. I guessed the invited to dine by his Holiness Alexander VI. when he saw that Dantes had read the last line.. Two open. and you escape alone. I was arrested at the very moment I was leaving Piombino.. we may enjoy it without remorse.lions of Roman crowns. and which he will find on raising the twentieth ro.ings have been made . 1498. "and now. and the will so long sought for. be. "has this treasure no more legitimate possessor in the world than ourselves?" "No. the family is extinct. and fearing that not....." Faria followed him with an excited look... the unity of the Italian kingdom.. still incredulous.ngle in the second. "now. "Now. that I have bu." inquired Dantes hesitating..

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

for the fastest sailer in the Mediterranean would have been unable to overtake the little tartan. At first the captain had received Dantes on board with a certain degree of distrust. who sat down beside him. who must believe him dead. Then his eyes lighted up with hatred as he thought of the three men who had caused him so long and wretched a captivity. looked at the captain. and who live by hidden and mysterious means which we must suppose to be a direct gift of providence. "that I have almost lost my memory. At the same moment the faint report of a gun was heard. "The 28th of February. 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. A sorrowful smile passed over his face. the steersman." replied Dantes." murmured he. It is fair to assume that Dantes was on board a smuggler.http://www. It was fourteen years day for day since Dantes' arrest. smiling. died away. either with the vessels he met at sea." returned Jacopo. country. he asked himself what had become of Mercedes. that suspicions. Fernand. "if it be. or occupation. who perhaps employed this ingenious means of learning some of the secrets of his trade. "I ask you in what year!" "You have forgotten then?" "I got such a fright last night. he was thirty-three when he escaped. "A prisoner has escaped from the Chateau d'If. "What is this?" asked the captain. who are always seen on the quays of seaports." "In what year?" "In what year -. but he had lifted the rum to his lips and was drinking it with so much composure. he had at first thought that Dantes might be an emissary of these industrious guardians of rights and duties. and this." Under pretence of being fatigued. that with every stitch of canvas set was flying before the wind to Leghorn. I ask you what year is it?" "The year 1829. This oath was no longer a vain menace. The captain glanced at him." replied the young man. He was nineteen when he entered the Chateau d'If. But the . "At any rate. gave him great facilities of communication. persons always troublesome and frequently indiscreet.La Mansión del Inglés . He renewed against Danglars. glad to be relieved. Chapter 22 The Smugglers. from the Arabic to the Provencal. which had attracted Dantes' attention. crowned the summit of the bastion of the Chateau d'If. so much the better. Without having been in the school of the Abbe Faria. while it spared him interpreters. for I have made a rare acquisition. and the latter by a sign indicated that he might abandon it to his new comrade. and they are firing the alarm gun." replied Dantes. The sailors looked at one another.mansioningles. He was very well known to the customs officers of the coast. 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. and Villefort the oath of implacable vengeance he had made in his dungeon. as they have no visible means of support. Dantes asked to take the helm. if the captain had any. or with the people without A small white cloud. "What is the day of the month?" asked he of Jacopo. with the small boats sailing along the ask me in what year?" "Yes. and as there was between these worthies and himself a perpetual battle of wits. Dantes could thus keep his eyes on Marseilles.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

which Dantes hastened to account for by saying that he had merely been a sailor from whim and a desire to spite his the rank. Jacopo could scarcely believe his senses at receiving this magnificent present. and enabled them to double the Cape of Corsica. accompanying the gift by a donation of one hundred piastres. expressed great regrets that Dantes had not been an equal sharer with themselves in the profits. he met his companions with an assurance that. Dantes took leave of the captain. although considerably better than when they quitted him. the smugglers returned. Then Dantes departed for Genoa. however. 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. and influence which are always accorded to wealth -. although successful in landing their cargo in safety. but that on his arrival at Leghorn he had come into possession of a large fortune. which amounted to no less a sum than fifty piastres each. and so elude all further pursuit. To the captain he promised to write when he had made up his mind as to his future plans. he embarked that same evening. the trip had been sufficiently successful to satisfy all concerned. while the crew. Having seen Jacopo fairly out of the harbor. he repaired to the house of a Jew. distributing so liberal a gratuity among her crew as to secure for him the good wishes of all. but the cunning purchaser asked no troublesome questions concerning a bargain by which he gained a round profit of at least eighty per cent. residing in the Allees de Meillan. whose superior skill in the management of a vessel would have availed them so materially. power. The following morning Jacopo set sail for Marseilles. 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. This obliged them to make all the speed they could to evade the enemy. he ceased to importune him further. To this question the smugglers replied that. and expressions of cordial interest in all that concerned him. In fact. who at first tried all his powers of persuasion to induce him to remain as one of the crew.http://www. Dantes half feared that such valuable jewels in the hands of a poor sailor like himself might excite suspicion. Arrived at Leghorn. Edmond preserved the most admirable self-command.La Mansión del Inglés . whose sole heir he was. the pursuing vessel had almost overtaken them when. night came on. Upon the whole. The term for which Edmond had engaged to serve on board The Young Amelia having expired. On the sixth day. fortunately. who did not allow him as much money as he liked to spend. Dantes proceeded to make his final adieus on board The Young Amelia. 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. The following day Dantes presented Jacopo with an entirely new vessel. that he might provide himself with a suitable crew and other requisites for his outfit. but as The Young Amelia had merely come to Monte Cristo to fetch him away. an inhabitant of the Catalan village. He then inquired how they had fared in their trip. and dragging himself with affected difficulty towards the landing-place. and also a young woman called Mercedes. a dealer in precious stones. upon condition that he would go at once to Marseilles for the purpose of inquiring after an old man named Louis Dantes. when they could but lament the absence of Dantes. to whom he disposed of four of his smallest diamonds for five thousand francs each. he still suffered acutely from his late accident. From a distance Dantes recognized the rig and handling of The Young Amelia. left him by an uncle.mansioningles. and proceeded with the captain to Leghorn. but having been told the history of the legacy. with directions from Dantes to join him at the Island of Monte Cristo.that first and greatest of all the forces within the grasp of man. At the moment of his arrival a . and particularly Jacopo.

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. A mournful answer awaited each of Edmond's . and ere nightfall the whole of his immense wealth was safely deposited in the compartments of the secret locker. saying he was accustomed to cruise about quite alone. As it drew near.La Mansión del Inglés . having heard that the Genoese excelled all other builders along the shores of the Mediterranean in the construction of fast-sailing vessels. by which time the builder reckoned upon being able to complete another. His signal was returned. who. and promised to have these secret places completed by the next day. and his principal pleasure consisted in managing his yacht himself. Some insisted she was making for Corsica. and was not expected back in less than three weeks or a month. was desirous of possessing a specimen of their skill. The builder cheerfully undertook the commission. Yet thither it was that Dantes guided his vessel. The spectators followed the little vessel with their eyes as long as it remained visible. he recognized it as the boat he had given to Jacopo. his boat had proved herself a first-class sailer. the latter to remedy. indeed. A bargain was therefore struck. Dantes employed it in manoeuvring his yacht round the island. and bore no evidence of having been visited since he went away. The delighted builder then offered his services in providing a suitable crew for the little vessel. Dantes had carefully noted the general appearance of the shore. offering sixty thousand francs. studying it as a skilful horseman would the animal he destined for some important service.http://www. under the inspection of an immense crowd drawn together by curiosity to see the rich Spanish nobleman who preferred managing his own yacht. his treasure was just as he had left it. and in two hours afterwards the newcomer lay at anchor beside the yacht. applied to its owner to transfer it to him.mansioningles. The former Dantes proposed to augment. The island was utterly deserted. upon condition that he should be allowed to take immediate possession. instead of landing at the usual place. He immediately signalled it. so promptly did it obey the slightest touch. Dantes. and had come the distance from Genoa in thirtyfive hours. Early on the following morning he commenced the removal of his riches. The following day Dantes sailed with his yacht from Genoa. retired with the latter for a few minutes to a small back parlor. The proposal was too advantageous to be refused. but no one thought of Monte Cristo. the closet to contain three divisions. but this Dantes declined with many thanks. so constructed as to be concealed from all but himself. and at Monte Cristo he arrived at the close of the second day. till at the end of that time he was perfectly conversant with its good and bad qualities. he dropped anchor in the little creek. But their wonder was soon changed to admiration at seeing the perfect skill with which Dantes handled the helm. The boat. the price agreed upon between the Englishman and the Genoese builder was forty thousand francs. the more so as the person for whom the yacht was intended had gone upon a tour through Switzerland. bets were offered to any amount that she was bound for Spain. Dantes led the owner of the yacht to the dwelling of a Jew. this yacht had been built by order of an Englishman. while Africa was positively reported by many persons as her intended course. struck with the beauty and capability of the little small yacht was under trial in the bay. and. seemed to be animated with almost human intelligence. 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. A week passed by. Dantes furnishing the dimensions and plan in accordance with which they were to be constructed. and upon their return the Jew counted out to the shipbuilder the sum of sixty thousand francs in bright gold pieces. they then turned their conjectures upon her probable destination. others the Island of Elba. Upon the eighth day he discerned a small vessel under full sail approaching Monte Cristo.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

and left it as sub-lieutenant of the 53d of the line. but they heard him pass before their door. not to feel that a great catastrophe hung over the Morrel family. "we are indeed ruined. Emmanuel tried to comfort the women. 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. mademoiselle. All his funds amounted to 6.000 or 5. and trying to conceal the noise of his footsteps. He had at once declared for a military life. he had but to pass his word for a loan. Morrel examined the ledgers. for the moment after Morrel had entered his private office with Cocles. or say one harsh word. She would have questioned him as he passed by her. and he thus gained the name of "the stoic." We need hardly say that many of those who gave him this epithet repeated it because they had heard it. or 8. Morrel did not utter a complaint. He embraced his weeping wife and daughter. making the best of everything. 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. And Morrel was right." said the two women to Emmanuel. The young man was too well acquainted with the business of the house." It was agreed in a brief council held among them. They had not mistaken the gravity of this event. but had consulted young Maximilian's taste. and had delayed as long as possible availing himself of this last resource. who was in garrison at Nimes. with whom he had laid the foundations of his vast wealth. to come to them as speedily as possible. though hardly two and twenty. he went into his . Maximilian Morrel. he seemed completely bewildered.500 francs. trembling. on his arrival. which. It was said at this moment that Danglars was worth from six to eight millions of francs. "Then. Julie saw the latter leave it pale. Danglars.000. a portfolio. for he returned home crushed by the humiliation of a refusal. In his regiment Maximilian Morrel was noted for his rigid observance.000. gave him 14. He was a strong-minded. had great influence over his father. "Oh. and had unlimited credit. For part of the day he went into the court-yard. Besides. and read the Semaphore. then. could save Morrel. He had not even the means for making a possible settlement on account. when Morrel went down to his dinner. but his eloquence faltered. but the worthy creature hastened down the staircase with unusual precipitation. the two women had watched. but returned to his office. passed brilliantly through the Polytechnic School. and a bag of money. Night came. Yet. and expected promotion on the first vacancy. At the time when he decided on his profession his father had no desire to choose for him. and his features betraying the utmost consternation. After dinner Morrel usually went out and used to take his coffee at the Phocaean club. upright young man.000 francs to meet debts amounting to 287. and only raised his hands to heaven and exclaimed. For a year he had held this rank. hoping that when he left his room Morrel would come to them. this day he did not leave the house. pressed Emmanuel's hand with friendly warmth. without taking a crown from his pocket. not only of the obligations imposed on a soldier. This calmness was more alarming to the two women than the deepest dejection would have been.La Mansión del Inglés .com him it was owing that Danglars entered the service of the Spanish banker. opened the portfolio.000 francs. he appeared very calm. mademoiselle. and had in consequence studied hard. As to Cocles. seated himself on a stone with his head bare and exposed to the blazing sun. The poor women felt instinctively that they required all their strength to support the blow that impended. and then going to his private room on the second floor had sent for Cocles. that Julie should write to her brother. However. and Morrel was saved. They listened. but had kept away from some instinctive motive. and counted the money.mansioningles. but also of the duties of a man. and did not even know what it meant. his bills receivable up to the 5th to 4.http://www. Morrel had long thought of Danglars.

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

take from the corner of the mantelpiece a purse netted in red silk. Julie hesitated. If you go accompanied by any other person. then." "Read this letter. and woe to him of whom you shall have cause to complain to me!" "Then. the porter will reply that he does not know anything about it. at eleven o'clock. Emmanuel hesitated a moment. but he had disappeared. that it is usually unknown perils that inspire the greatest terror.La Mansión del Inglés . "I will await you at the corner of the Rue de Musee. ask the porter for the key of the room on the fifth floor. She read: -"It is important that you should fulfil this mission in person and alone. come!" cried she. I will hasten to rejoin you. "Listen. "You must go. mademoiselle. handing it to her. You promised to obey me implicitly. and showed him the letter. During this time. then. repeated the promise she had made. looked round to question the messenger." "But did you not read that I must be alone?" said Julie. "to-day is the 5th of September. The young girl hastily took the letter from him.http://www. Julie hesitated. but to Emmanuel. "Go there?" murmured Julie. hastening away with the young man. She cast her eyes again over the note to peruse it a second time. it may be observed.mansioningles. But there is no need to know danger in order to fear it. enter the house No. after the succession of misfortunes which had befallen his father. sir. 15. through a singular impulse. "And you shall be alone. Emmanuel?" she asked. if to-day before eleven o'clock your father has not found someone who will come to his aid. I will accompany you. Emmanuel?" said the young girl with hesitation." "What will happen then?" "Why. Yet. "what is your pleasure? I do not know you. and if you are so long absent as to make me uneasy. Did not the messenger say your father's safety depended upon it?" "But what danger threatens him. and give it to your father. your father has nearly three hundred thousand francs to pay?" "Yes. She opened it quickly and read: -"Go this moment to the Allees de Meillan. indeed. "we have not fifteen thousand francs in the house. enter the apartment. It is important that he should receive it before eleven o'clock. is it not?" "Yes. but his desire to make Julie decide immediately made him reply. then. related the scene on the staircase. raised her eyes." replied Julie with hesitation. "Yes." The young girl uttered a joyful cry." said Emmanuel. he will be compelled at twelve o'clock to declare himself a bankrupt. come. "it is your opinion that I should obey this invitation?" "Yes. The young man knew quite well that." This postscript decreased greatly the young girl's "Yes." replied the young man." "To-day. Madame Morrel had told her son everything." said the messenger. it was neither to her mother nor her brother that she applied." continued Emmanuel. She hastened down and told him what had occurred on the day when the agent of Thomson & French had come to her father's." he said." "Oh. and resolved to take counsel. then. we know that. 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." he said. "Sinbad the Sailor. and saw there was a postscript. great changes had . Remember your oath. or should any one else go in your place." "Well. "It concerns the best interests of your father. then.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

" replied Franz. 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. having baskets in their hands. moving aside the tapestry. which would be exceedingly annoying.http://www. Ali. Signor Sinbad. "Would it be impertinent. "will tell you. those of Raoul in the `Huguenots. Pray observe. The supper consisted of a roast pheasant garnished with Corsican blackbirds. That will keep us from going away from the East whither I am tempted to think I have been conveyed by some good genius. but because I should not have the certainty I now possess of separating myself from all the rest of mankind at pleasure. and the plates of Japanese china. is the supper ready?" At this moment the tapestry moved aside." replied the singular amphitryon. and once convinced of this important point he cast his eyes around him. Franz rubbed his eyes in order to assure himself that this was not a dream. But such as is my hermitage. were four magnificent statues.' and really I have nothing to complain of. if I could have anticipated the honor of your visit." replied the host. if you will. and kissed it. that I see no reason why at this moment I should not be called Aladdin. He remembers that I saved his life. pomegranates from Malaga. they are simple enough." said Franz. will you now take the trouble to enter the dining-room. I only request you to give me one by which I may have the pleasure of addressing you.'" "And I. Ali alone was present to wait at table. he is a poor devil who is much devoted to me. and acquitted himself so admirably. and dressed in a plain white tunic.'" "Alas. it was entirely of marble. "I do not know if you are of my opinion. a tolerable supper and pretty comfortable beds. a glorious turbot. and a gigantic lobster." said the unknown to Franz." Ali approached his master. my dear sir. a boar's ham with jelly. such as is my supper. "you heard our repast announced. oranges from the Balearic Isles. for what I see makes me think of the wonders of the `Arabian Nights. Franz now looked upon another scene of enchantment. which was oblong. The dining-room was scarcely less striking than the room he had just left. not for the loss it occasioned me." "Well. "to ask you the particulars of this kindness?" "Oh. and offer you what no doubt you did not expect to find here -. it is at your disposal. Sinbad preceded his guest. "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. Signor Aladdin.that is to say. made a sign to his master that all was prepared in the dining-room. I would have prepared for it. while he did the honors of the supper with much ease and grace -. I have always observed that they bandage people's eyes who penetrate enchanted palaces. As for myself."yes. and dates from Tunis. black as ebony." replied Franz. The dishes were of silver. Between these large dishes were smaller ones containing various dainties. Let me now endeavor to make you forget this temporary unpleasantness. your humble servant going first to show the way?" At these great disorder. took his hand. I may say with Lucullus.La Mansión del Inglés . with antique bas-reliefs of priceless value." "Ma foi. and does all he can to prove it.mansioningles. there were Sicily pine-apples. and his hand and . the table was splendidly covered. he feels some gratitude towards me for having kept it on his shoulders. that I too much respect the laws of hospitality to ask your name or title." replied he. and as he has a regard for his head. "Now. a quarter of a kid with tartar sauce. and at the four corners of this apartment. that the guest complimented his host thereupon. These baskets contained four pyramids of most splendid fruit. it is yours to share. and he was condemned by the bey to have his tongue cut out. "Yes. that I may put you at your ease. I tell you that I am generally called `Sinbad the Sailor. peaches from France. "make no apologies. then. and a Nubian. for instance. as I only require his wonderful lamp to make me precisely like Aladdin.

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

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

it is the same with hashish. "in the French or Turkish style." "Because your palate his not yet been attuned to the sublimity of the substances it flavors." They both arose. and a large divan completely encircled it. Signor Aladdin -. it is ready in all ways. strong or weak. "I do not know if the result will be as agreeable as you describe. were all covered with magnificent skins as soft and downy as the richest carpets. and the Chinese eat swallows' nests? Eh? no! Well. they are the only men who know how to live.judge. chibouques with jasmine tubes and amber mouthpieces were within nature which is not made for joy and clings to pain. Tell me. fox-skins from Norway. Both laid themselves down on the divan. panther-skins from the Cape. tea. sugar or "Do you know. and all prepared so that there was no need to smoke the same pipe twice. porter. did you like them? Could you comprehend how the Romans stuffed their pheasants with assafoetida. only eat for a week. like those that appeared to Dante. which now appears to you flat and distasteful." "Judge for yourself. gentle or violent. and while he who called himself Sinbad -. and then the dream reigns supreme." he added. and Ali will bring us coffee and pipes.heaven for hell! Taste the hashish. "I have a very great inclination to judge for myself of the truth or exaggeration of your eulogies. "And you are right.La Mansión del Inglés ." replied Franz. which Ali lighted and then retired to prepare the coffee." Franz's only reply was to take a teaspoonful of the marvellous preparation. which seems to remove with its fume all the troubles of the mind. even in the midst of his conversation. But what changes occur! It is only by comparing the pains of actual being with the joys of the assumed existence. Each of them took one. sad or joyous. and so on. ceiling. There was a moment's silence. but the thing does not appear to me as palatable as you say. Like everything else. "it shows you have a tendency for an Oriental life. into which we always sink when smoking excellent tobacco. truffles. Ali brought in the coffee. those Orientals. Ah.and whom we have occasionally named so. When you return to this mundane sphere from your visionary world." said Franz. that we might.mansioningles. you would seem to leave a Neapolitan spring for a Lapland winter -. there were heavy-maned lion-skins from Atlas. during which Sinbad gave himself up to thoughts that seemed to occupy him incessantly." "I will take it in the Turkish style. Let us now go into the adjoining chamber. or reclining on the most luxurious bed. As for me. cool or boiling? As you please. we must habituate the senses to a fresh impression. It was round. bear-skins from Siberia. Divan. spotted beautifully." said his host.taste the hashish. and sundry other dainties which you now adore. but do not confine yourself to one trial. Nature subdued must yield in the combat. and Franz abandoned himself to that mute quit paradise for earth -. after having swallowed the divine preserve. and lift it to his mouth. but to dream thus forever. the first time you tasted oysters. and life becomes the dream.gave some orders to the servant. and all these skins were strewn in profusion one on the other. with one of those singular smiles which did not escape the young man. that you would desire to live no longer. striped tiger-skins from Bengal. guest of mine -.http://www. "when I have . "Diable!" he said. walls. then the dream becomes life. which is your apartment. like his guest. and to give the smoker in exchange all the visions of the soul. "How do you take it?" inquired the unknown. floor. have some title by which to distinguish him -. so that it seemed like walking over the most mossy turf. Franz entered still another apartment. the dream must succeed to reality. It was simply yet richly furnished. and nothing in the world will seem to you to equal the delicacy of its flavor. -. There is a struggle in nature against this divine substance. about as much in quantity as his host had eaten.

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

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

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

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

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

still striving to gain his point. Suddenly the daylight began to fade away. in the hope of making more out of me. as I am not a millionaire. -. and we shall have complete success. who has plundered me pretty well already. and that has been let to a Russian prince for twenty sequins a day. the young men would have thought themselves happy to have secured it for the last three days of the Carnival." An hour after the vehicle was at the door. who is mine also." "Bravo! an excellent idea. but these words were addressed to him." "Do your excellencies still wish for a carriage from now to Sunday morning?" "Parbleu!" said Albert. The day was passed at Saint Peter's alone." "But. but. "or I shall go myself and bargain with your affettatore. excellency" -. "do you know what is the best thing we can do? It is to pass the Carnival at Venice. that as I have been four times before at Rome. "To Saint Peter's first. their excellencies stretched their legs along the seats." "When do you wish the carriage to be here?" "In an hour. excellency. the cicerone sprang into the seat behind. But Albert did not know that it takes a day to see Saint Peter's. "do you think we are going to run about on foot in the streets of Rome." The genius for laudation characteristic of the race was in that phrase. He wished to show Albert the Colosseum by moonlight. "shall I bring the carriage nearer to the palace?" Accustomed as Franz was to the Italian phraseology. like lawyer's clerks?" "I hasten to comply with your excellencies' wishes. Franz and Albert descended. and I will." "And now we understand each other. at the door Franz ordered the coachman to be ready at eight. his first impulse was to look round him. and." returned Franz. "Excellency. "Well." "In an hour it will be at the door. and the day after." said Franz. there we are sure of obtaining gondolas if we cannot have carriages. the carriage will cost you six piastres a "Ah. "I came to Rome to see the Carnival." "And. Franz was the "excellency. the carriage approached the palace. I know the prices of all the carriages. and then to the Colosseum. I tell you beforehand. with the smile peculiar to the Italian speculator when he confesses defeat. you will lose the preference. like the gentleman in the next apartments. though I see it on stilts. a window!" exclaimed Signor Pastrini. We will disguise ourselves as monster pulchinellos or shepherds of the was half-past four." "Ah.La Mansión del Inglés ." said Franz to Albert." returned Signor Pastrini." The two young men looked at each other with an air of stupefaction. only.said Pastrini. there was only one left on the fifth floor of the Doria Palace. the devil. "I warn you. When we show a friend a city one has .mansioningles. and then you will make a good profit. tomorrow. and I hope you will be satisfied. and a month to study it." cried the cicerone. he is an old friend of mine. "Where do your excellencics wish to go?" asked he." cried Albert. "I will do all I can.http://www." "Do not give yourselves the trouble. we will give you twelve piastres for to-day. in spite of its humble exterior." the vehicle was the "carriage. he will take a less price than the one I offer you. seeing Franz approach the window. They returned to the hotel." returned Albert. and that will be your fault. no." and the Hotel de Londres was the "palace. as he had shown him Saint Peter's by daylight. "Now go. it was a hack conveyance which was elevated to the rank of a private carriage in honor of the occasion."utterly impossible. Franz took out his watch -.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Florentines. thus advantageously placed. as. but. and deign to mingle in the follies of this time of liberty and relaxation.000 livres. but internally he was deeply wounded. although each of the three tiers of boxes is deemed equally aristocratic. Sometimes Albert would affect to make a joke of his want of success. or open boxes. besides being an elegant. Albert displayed his most dazzling and effective costumes each time he visited the theatres. his elegant toilet was wholly thrown away. Albert. certainly. and merely have his labor for his pains. the most admired and most sought after of any young person of his day. and an introduction might ensue that would procure him the offer of a seat in a carriage. Yet he could not restrain a hope that in Italy. generally styled the "nobility's boxes. in spite of this. And the thing was so much the more annoying. it had cost less than would be paid at some of the French theatres for one admitting merely four occupants. for this reason. Albert had never been able to endure the Italian theatres. Albert. and the absence of balconies. at least to their lovers.La Mansión del Inglés . hoped to indemnify himself for all these slights and indifferences during the Carnival." supported by three of the most renowned vocalists of Italy. a more than sufficient sum to render him a personage of considerable importance in Paris. according to the characteristic modesty of a Frenchman." and although the box engaged for the two friends was sufficiently capacious to contain at least a dozen persons. 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 exerted himself to set off his personal attractions by the aid of the most rich and elaborate toilet. but in the present day it is not necessary to go as far back as Noah in tracing a descent. and claims to notice. moreover. and had shared a lower box at the Opera. if not to their husbands. therefore Albert had not an instant to lose in setting forth the programme of his hopes. Still. should thus be passed over. and a genealogical tree is equally estimated. or a place in a princely balcony. knowing full well that among the different states and kingdoms in which this festivity is celebrated. 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. poor Albert! none of those interesting adventures fell in his themselves fortunate in having the opportunity of hearing one of the best works by the composer of "Lucia di Lammermoor. but to crown all these advantages. and his self-love immensely piqued. that they are faithful even in their infidelity. he might not in truth attract the notice of some fair Roman. there might be an exception to the general rule. Rome is the spot where even the wisest and gravest throw off the usual rigidity of their lives. well-looking young man. alas. expectations. Albert had quitted Paris with the full conviction that he had only to show himself in Italy to carry all before him. and all he gained was the painful conviction that the ladies of Italy have this advantage over those of France. to think that Albert de Morcerf. and that upon his return he should astonish the Parisian world with the recital of his numerous love-affairs. with their orchestras from which it is impossible to see. the lovely Genoese. and is. whether dated from 1399 or merely 1815. and thought not of changing even for the splendid appearance of Albert de Morcerf.mansioningles. all these defects pressed hard on a man who had had his stall at the Bouffes. he was a viscount -. Another motive had influenced Albert's selection of his seat. Alas. -. was also possessed of considerable talent and ability. The box taken by Albert was in the first circle. With this design he had engaged a box in the most conspicuous part of the theatre.who knew but that. The Carnival was to commence on the morrow. however. and Neapolitans were all faithful. Albert de Morcerf commanded an income of 50. as elsewhere.a recently created one.http://www. from which he might behold the gayeties of the Carnival? .

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

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

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

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

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

if I can guess where you took your notions of the other world from." "My dear Albert. smoking a cigar.permit you to accompany them home. I can assure you that this hobgoblin of yours is a deuced fine-looking fellow -. you must have perceived that the countess was really alarmed. they are made by a first-rate Paris tailor -. "Well. good-night." "At what? At the sight of that respectable gentleman sitting opposite to us in the same box with the lovely Greek girl? Now.they keep up a whispering conversation -. For my own part. Franz found Albert in his dressing-gown and slippers. I am quite sure I shall not be able to close my eyes. "I am glad of this opportunity to tell you." said Franz. Why. for he well remembered that Albert particularly prided himself on the entire absence of color in his own complexion. Pursue your chase after him to-morrow as eagerly as you please." So "I will do anything you desire." "Let us only speak of the promise you wished me to make." "And the very reason why the women of this fine country put so little restraint on their words and actions." said Franz. and hang me. I have more reasons than you can imagine for desiring to know who he is. if a Parisian were to indulge in a quarter of these marks of flattering attention." "He spoke the Romaic language. I don't know whether I ever told you that when I was at college I was rather -." replied Franz. and make no attempt to follow this man to-night." cried he. once and forever. There are certain affinities between the persons we quit and those we meet afterwards. her reputation would be gone forever. listlessly extended on a sofa." murmured Franz." Franz smiled. but never bring him near me.probably Blin or Humann.rather strong in Greek. I knew that from the mixture of Greek words. from the cut of his clothes." "That settles it. certainly. did he?" "I think so.they press yours in return -. go to your rooms. Indeed. here -. then.mansioningles. but I can readily tell you where he is going to. springing up. leaving him unable to decide whether she were merely amusing herself at his expense. these women would puzzle the very Devil to read them aright. For heaven's sake. And now. Upon his return to the hotel. Besides. and that is down below. Did he speak in your hearing? and did you catch any of his words?" "I did. if you would not see me die of terror. without the least doubt.La Mansión del Inglés . the countess quitted Franz. is because they live so much in public. you know. but then.they give you their hand -. you must give me your word to return immediately to your hotel." "Where he comes from I am ignorant.admirably dressed. "that the countess's suspicions were destitute alike of sense and reason. I feel quite sure. 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. for my part. paleness is always looked upon as a strong proof of aristocratic descent and distinguished breeding. but they were uttered in the Romaic dialect. do not serve as a conductor between that man and me. and whither he is going." "What do you say?" . and try to sleep away all recollections of this evening.http://www." "Upon my soul. "'Tis he. "My dear fellow. or whether her fears and agitations were genuine. except relinquish my determination of finding out who this man is. that tends to confirm my own ideas. Why. "Well. from whence he came. "is it really you? Why. I did not expect to see you before to-morrow. past all doubt. that you entertain a most erroneous notion concerning Italian women. I met them in the lobby after the conclusion of the piece. He was rather too pale.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

have what you will. going to the door." he said. opened it. "`Luigi Vampa. and advanced into the middle of the street. Franz gave him Albert's letter."I hope you will not offend me by applying to any one but myself. Where is the man who brought the letter?" "In the street." replied he.mansioningles. but he will not make any difficulty at entering mine. I come to you first and instantly." replied the count." The count went to the window of the apartment that looked on to the street." "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." The count went to his secretary. "Have you the money he demands?" "Yes. would you accompany me?" "If my society would not be disagreeable. you could find a way of simplifying the negotiation. It is a lovely night.http://www. "Salite!" said the count. in the same tone in which he would have given an order to his servant. The man in the mantle quitted the wall." "I think that if you would take the trouble of reflecting. all but eight hundred piastres. "Judge for yourself. said to Franz. looking at Franz with the earnestness usual to him. and whistled in a peculiar manner. "The postscript is explicit. "and what may it be?" "Are we alone?" "Yes." "To your apartments. to send the money to Luigi Vampa?" asked the young man." "I must learn where we are going. then. "And if I went to seek Vampa. I know it." replied Franz. and a walk without Rome will do us both good. "`Se alle sei della mattina le quattro mile piastre non sono nelle mie mani. "who told you that?" "No matter. well. he would not come up. and pulling out a drawer filled with gold. "Well. "Read that. indeed." The count knit his brows." "You see. and returning." "Be it so. well!" said he. looking fixedly in his turn at the count. perhaps. -.La Mansión del Inglés . "If we were to go together to Luigi Vampa. with surprise." "Shall I take any arms?" "For what purpose?" "Any money?" "It is "A serious matter. and remained silent an instant. alla sette il conte Alberto avra cessato di vivere." "He awaits the answer?" "Yes." said Franz." said the count." "It is useless. The messenger obeyed without the least . I am sure he would not refuse you Albert's freedom. said the count. The count read it. "How so?" returned the count. on the contrary. I will summon him hither. "And I thank you.'" "What think you of that?" inquired Franz. "and he made a sign to Franz to take what he pleased. "Did you see the postscript?" "I did. "Is it absolutely necessary.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

beside them. the three arts that complete a dandy's education. or. The salon down-stairs was only an Algerian divan. filled with Chinese porcelain and Japanese vases. maces. formed out of the ante-chamber. dried concierge. on the ceiling. with far more perseverance than music and drawing. boxing-gloves. Weber. battle-axes. Gretry. following the example of the fashionable young men of the time. and. the morning of the appointment. over the doors. -. bass-viols. The boudoir up-stairs communicated with the bed-chamber by an invisible door on the staircase. these three rooms were a salon. In the centre of the room was a Roller and Blanchet "baby grand" piano in rosewood. There.. it was evident that every precaution had been taken. boxing. dyed beneath Persia's sun. and of narghiles. every species of tobacco known. flutes -. -. Shrubs and creeping plants covered the windows. with their long tubes of morocco. i. in which perhaps had sat Henry IV. with their amber mouth-pieces ornamented with coral. adorned with a carved shield.for music had been succeeded by painting. fencing. minerals. for Albert had had not a taste but a fancy for music. pueros. The rest of the furniture of this privileged apartment consisted of old cabinets. they awaited. were swords. with the addition of a third. Above this floor was a large atelier. on a table. to Latakia. in boxes of fragrant wood. but holding the potentialities of an orchestra in its narrow and sonorous cavity.from the yellow tobacco of Petersburg to the black of Sinai. at least. and Charles Leboucher. brushes. rather. as they were on the ground-floor. At the end of a long corridor. a boudoir.La Mansión del Inglés . and so on along the scale from Maryland and PortoRico. and a bedroom. and it was here that he received Grisier. gilded.a whole orchestra. What these stuffs did there. looking into the court. awaiting the caprice or the sympathy of the smokers. This was Albert's favorite lounging place. Mozart. 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. Haydn. and stuffed birds. or. and Palissy platters. which had been increased in size by pulling down the partitions -.e. easels. and single-sticks -. and on the left the salon. for the use of smokers. it was impossible to say. Louis XIII. looking into the garden. a collection of German pipes.mansioningles. pencils -. or woven by the fingers of the women of Calcutta or of Chandernagor. Lucca della Robbia faience. of old arm-chairs.http://www. surrounded at some distance by a large and luxurious divan. on the right. On the floor above were similar rooms. was. according to their size and quality. hunting-horns. the prying eyes of the curious could penetrate. foils." opening at the "Sesame" of Ali Baba. some royal residence. or Richelieu -. Albert had himself presided at the arrangement. palettes. damasked. on which were engraved the fleur-de-lis of France on an azure field evidently came from the Louvre. like that famous portal in the "Arabian Nights. of chibouques. the young man had established himself in the small salon down-stairs. broadswords. and single-stick.for. were ranged. in an open cabinet. and. regalias. with which the door communicated. . and manillas. Over these dark and sombre chairs were thrown splendid stuffs. from whose vigilance and jurisdiction it was free. Cook. However. Albert's breakfast-room.for two of these arm-chairs. and Porpora. in the meantime they filled the place with their golden and silky reflections. There were collected and piled up all Albert's successive caprices. the only rooms into which. or Sully. and groaning beneath the weight of the chefs-d'oeuvre of Beethoven.was exposed in pots of crackled earthenware of which the Dutch are so fond. in which the artist and the dandy strove for preeminence. while gratifying the eyes. daggers.a pandemonium. their flame-colored wings outspread in motionless flight. and their beaks forever open. havanas. Albert de Morcerf cultivated. and which formed the ante-chamber. On the walls. Malay creeses. and hid from the garden and court these two apartments. and inlaid suits of armor. a destination unknown to their owner himself.

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

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

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

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

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

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

" interrupted Beauchamp." "Armed to the teeth?" "He had not even a knitting-needle.000 Roman crowns -.mansioningles." said Chateau-Renaud. "are there any materials for an article in what you are going to tell us?" "Yes." "Go on. as the Mortemarts did the Dead Sea. you are going to replace the dish by a story." cried Debray. 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.500.000 francs." "I know it." "And I say to you.and were he here he would confirm every word -." "Why. I was at the end of my journey and of my credit." replied Morcerf. Say so at once. he is a man about my own size." said Beauchamp. and that.La Mansión del Inglés ." "And they apologized to him for having carried you off?" said Beauchamp. then. I tell it as a true one from beginning to end.http://www.about 24." "I was at Rome during the last Carnival. would have scrupulously kept his word. he arrived accompanied simply by the guest I am going to present to you. "Does any one know anything of a Count of Monte Cristo?" "He comes possibly from the Holy Land." "I beg pardon. his name is the Count of Monte Cristo." "But Franz did come with the four thousand crowns. and most hideous. that the oysters have not arrived from Ostend or Marennes. this gentleman is a Hercules killing Cacus. or rather most admirable ones. "A man whose name is Franz d'Epinay or Albert de Morcerf has not much difficulty in procuring them. "Yes there are. "Just so. my dear Albert. such was the name of the chief of these bandits. and conducted me to a gloomy spot." "There are no bandits. fabulous as it promises to be." added Chateau-Renaud. Unfortunately." said Debray. like Madame de Maintenon. I wrote to Franz -. "Yes. and to listen to your history. "I do not think so. we are sufficiently well-bred to excuse you. "confess that your cook is behindhand. and for a most curious one. he is a second Ariosto. and Signor Luigi Vampa." "Ah." "And I did more than that. and one of his ancestors possessed Calvary. for I see I shall not get to the Chamber this morning. I had not above 1." "No. and I must make up for it." "No." "We know that. but what you do not know is that I was carried off by bandits. "I narrowly escaped catching a fever there. a Perseus freeing Andromeda. fabulous as it may seem." said Chateau-Renaud. "for I caught one." ." "But he paid your ransom?" "He said two words to the chief and I was free. for I found them ugly enough to frighten me." "Come. The brigands had carried me off." "No. called the Catacombs of Saint Sebastian. with the air of a man who knows the whole of the European nobility perfectly.I wrote then to Franz that if he did not come with the four thousand crowns before "I will profit by them to tell you something about my guest." "There is no Count of Monte Cristo" said Debray. I was informed that I was prisoner until I paid the sum of 4.

" "I do not understand you. and attack our poor agents. are you not. horses that cost six thousand francs apiece. "what you tell us is so extraordinary." "You say very true. and make my secretaries strangle me." cried Albert. Debray. so that now they have scarcely any. Franz went in with his eyes blindfolded." said Debray." " "I think I can assist your researches. but not in the same way. "Well." "He is rich. so that what he took for women might have been simply a row of statues." said Albert." "Pardieu.mansioningles." "But that ought to be visible. lest on the first demonstration I make in favor of Mehemet Ali. but Franz has. since he calls himself Sinbad the Sailor. every one exists." "Ah. "Monte Cristo is a little island I have often heard spoken of by the old sailors my father employed -.http://www. He has even a name taken from the book. you are vexed. because your ambassadors and your consuls do not tell you of them -. of this atom." "Have you read the `Arabian Nights'?" "What a question!" "Well. "No." "Now you get angry. the Sultan se