The Count of Monte Cristo

Alexandre Dumas

The Count of Monte Cristo

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The Count of Monte Cristo................................................................................................................................1 Alexandre Dumas .....................................................................................................................................1 Chapter 1. Marseilles −− The Arrival......................................................................................................3 Chapter 2. Father and Son.....................................................................................................................10 . Chapter 3. The Catalans.........................................................................................................................16 Chapter 4. Conspiracy...........................................................................................................................23 . Chapter 5. The Marriage−Feast.............................................................................................................28 Chapter 6. The Deputy Procureur du Roi..............................................................................................37 Chapter 7................................................................................................................................................44 Chapter 8. The Chateau D'If..................................................................................................................51 Chapter 9. The Evening of the Betrothal...............................................................................................57 Chapter 10. The King's Closet at the Tuileries......................................................................................61 Chapter 11. The Corsican Ogre.............................................................................................................67 Chapter 12. Father and Son...................................................................................................................73 . Chapter 13. The Hundred Days.............................................................................................................78 Chapter 14. The Two Prisoners.............................................................................................................83 Chapter 15. Number 34 and Number 27................................................................................................90 Chapter 16. A Learned Italian...............................................................................................................99 . Chapter 17. The Abbe's Chamber........................................................................................................106 Chapter 18. The Treasure....................................................................................................................121 . Chapter 19. The Third Attack..............................................................................................................128 Chapter 20. The Cemetery of the Chateau D'If...................................................................................134 Chapter 21. The Island of Tiboulen.....................................................................................................137 Chapter 22. The Smugglers.................................................................................................................143 . Chapter 23. The Island of Monte Cristo..............................................................................................146 Chapter 24. The Secret Cave...............................................................................................................151 Chapter 25. The Unknown...................................................................................................................154 Chapter 26. The Pont du Gard Inn.......................................................................................................158 Chapter 27. The Story..........................................................................................................................168 Chapter 28. The Prison Register..........................................................................................................177 Chapter 29. The House of Morrel Son.................................................................................................181 Chapter 30. The Fifth of September....................................................................................................189 Chapter 31. Italy: Sinbad the Sailor.....................................................................................................197 Chapter 32. The Waking......................................................................................................................212 Chapter 33. Roman Bandits.................................................................................................................215 Chapter 34. The Colosseum.................................................................................................................231 Chapter 35. La Mazzolata....................................................................................................................248 Chapter 36. The Carnival at Rome......................................................................................................256 Chapter 37. The Catacombs of Saint Sebastian...................................................................................266 Chapter 38. The Compact....................................................................................................................277 Chapter 39. The Guests........................................................................................................................283 Chapter 40. The Breakfast...................................................................................................................287 Chapter 41. The Presentation...............................................................................................................303 Chapter 42. Monsieur Bertuccio..........................................................................................................310 Chapter 43. The House at Auteuil.......................................................................................................314 . Chapter 44. The Vendetta....................................................................................................................318 Chapter 45. The Rain of Blood............................................................................................................329 Chapter 46. Unlimited Credit..............................................................................................................336 . i

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Chapter 47. The Dappled Grays..........................................................................................................344 . Chapter 48. Ideology...........................................................................................................................352 . Chapter 49. Haidee..............................................................................................................................358 . Chapter 50. The Morrel Family...........................................................................................................361 Chapter 51. Pyramus and Thisbe.........................................................................................................367 Chapter 52. Toxicology.......................................................................................................................373 Chapter 53. Robert le Diable...............................................................................................................383 Chapter 54. A Flurry in Stocks............................................................................................................395 Chapter 55. Major Cavalcanti..............................................................................................................403 Chapter 56. Andrea Cavalcanti............................................................................................................413 Chapter 57. In the Lucerne Patch. .......................................................................................................423 . Chapter 58. M. Noirtier de Villefort....................................................................................................430 Chapter 59. The Will...........................................................................................................................436 . Chapter 60. The Telegraph..................................................................................................................441 Chapter 61. How a Gardener may get rid of the Dormice that eat His Peaches..................................448 Chapter 62. Ghosts...............................................................................................................................456 Chapter 63. The Dinner.......................................................................................................................462 . Chapter 64. The Beggar.......................................................................................................................468 Chapter 65. A Conjugal Scene.............................................................................................................474 Chapter 66. Matrimonial Projects........................................................................................................480 Chapter 67. At the Office of the King's Attorney................................................................................488 Chapter 68. A Summer Ball.................................................................................................................495 Chapter 69. The Inquiry.......................................................................................................................501 Chapter 70. The Ball............................................................................................................................508 Chapter 71. Bread and Salt..................................................................................................................515 Chapter 72. Madame de Saint−Meran.................................................................................................518 Chapter 73. The Promise.....................................................................................................................526 . Chapter 74. The Villefort Family Vault. .............................................................................................542 . Chapter 75. A Signed Statement..........................................................................................................547 Chapter 76. Progress of Cavalcanti the Younger.................................................................................553 Chapter 77. Haidee..............................................................................................................................560 . Chapter 78. We hear From Yanina......................................................................................................574 Chapter 79. The Lemonade..................................................................................................................588 Chapter 80. The Accusation................................................................................................................596 . Chapter 81. The Room of the Retired Baker.......................................................................................600 Chapter 82. The Burglary....................................................................................................................614 Chapter 83. The Hand of God..............................................................................................................624 Chapter 84. Beauchamp.......................................................................................................................628 Chapter 85. The Journey......................................................................................................................632 Chapter 86. The Trial...........................................................................................................................639 Chapter 87. The Challenge..................................................................................................................645 Chapter 88. The Insult.........................................................................................................................649 . Chapter 89. A Nocturnal Interview. ....................................................................................................656 . Chapter 90. The Meeting.....................................................................................................................660 Chapter 91. Mother and Son................................................................................................................668 Chapter 92. The Suicide......................................................................................................................671 . Chapter 93. Valentine..........................................................................................................................677 Chapter 94. Maximilian's Avowal.......................................................................................................681 ii

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Chapter 95. Father and Daughter.........................................................................................................688 Chapter 96. The Contract.....................................................................................................................693 Chapter 97. The Departure for Belgium..............................................................................................700 Chapter 98. The Bell and Bottle Tavern..............................................................................................704 Chapter 99. The Law...........................................................................................................................711 . Chapter 100. The Apparition...............................................................................................................717 Chapter 101. Locusta...........................................................................................................................721 Chapter 102. Valentine........................................................................................................................724 Chapter 103. Maximilian.....................................................................................................................727 Chapter 104. Danglars Signature.........................................................................................................732 Chapter 105. The Cemetery of Pere−la−Chaise..................................................................................740 Chapter 106. Dividing the Proceeds....................................................................................................748 Chapter 107. The Lions' Den...............................................................................................................757 Chapter 108. The Judge.......................................................................................................................761 Chapter 109. The Assizes....................................................................................................................767 Chapter 110. The Indictment...............................................................................................................771 Chapter 111. Expiation........................................................................................................................775 Chapter 112. The Departure................................................................................................................780 . Chapter 113. The Past..........................................................................................................................788 Chapter 114. Peppino...........................................................................................................................796 Chapter 115. Luigi Vampa's Bill of Fare.............................................................................................801 Chapter 116. The Pardon.....................................................................................................................805 Chapter 117. The Fifth of October. .....................................................................................................809 .

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• Chapter 1 Marseilles −− The Arrival. • Chapter 2 Father and Son. • Chapter 3 The Catalans. • Chapter 4 Conspiracy. • Chapter 5 The Marriage−Feast. • Chapter 6 The Deputy Procureur du Roi. • Chapter 7 The Examination. • Chapter 8 The Chateau D'If. • Chapter 9 The Evening of the Betrothal. • Chapter 10 The King's Closet at the Tuileries. • Chapter 11 The Corsican Ogre. • Chapter 12 Father and Son. • Chapter 13 The Hundred Days. • Chapter 14 The Two Prisoners. • Chapter 15 Number 34 and Number 27. • Chapter 16 A Learned Italian. • Chapter 17 The Abbe's Chamber. • Chapter 18 The Treasure. • Chapter 19 The Third Attack. • Chapter 20 The Cemetery of the Chateau D'If. • Chapter 21 The Island of Tiboulen. • Chapter 22 The Smugglers. • Chapter 23 The Island of Monte Cristo. • Chapter 24 The Secret Cave. • Chapter 25 The Unknown. • Chapter 26 The Pont du Gard Inn. • Chapter 27 The Story. • Chapter 28 The Prison Register. • Chapter 29 The House of Morrel Son. • Chapter 30 The Fifth of September. • Chapter 31 Italy: Sinbad the Sailor. • Chapter 32 The Waking. • Chapter 33 Roman Bandits. • Chapter 34 The Colosseum. • Chapter 35 La Mazzolata. • Chapter 36 The Carnival at Rome. • Chapter 37 The Catacombs of Saint Sebastian. • Chapter 38 The Compact. • Chapter 39 The Guests. • Chapter 40 The Breakfast. • Chapter 41 The Presentation. • Chapter 42 Monsieur Bertuccio. • Chapter 43 The House at Auteuil. • Chapter 44 The Vendetta. • Chapter 45 The Rain of Blood. • Chapter 46 Unlimited Credit. The Count of Monte Cristo 1

The Count of Monte Cristo • Chapter 47 The Dappled Grays. • Chapter 48 Ideology. • Chapter 49 Haidee. • Chapter 50 The Morrel Family. • Chapter 51 Pyramus and Thisbe. • Chapter 52 Toxicology. • Chapter 53 Robert le Diable. • Chapter 54 A Flurry in Stocks. • Chapter 55 Major Cavalcanti. • Chapter 56 Andrea Cavalcanti. • Chapter 57 In the Lucerne Patch. • Chapter 58 M. Noirtier de Villefort. • Chapter 59 The Will. • Chapter 60 The Telegraph. • Chapter 61 How a Gardener may get rid of the Dormice that eat His Peaches. • Chapter 62 Ghosts. • Chapter 63 The Dinner. • Chapter 64 The Beggar. • Chapter 65 A Conjugal Scene. • Chapter 66 Matrimonial Projects. • Chapter 67 At the Office of the King's Attorney. • Chapter 68 A Summer Ball. • Chapter 69 The Inquiry. • Chapter 70 The Ball. • Chapter 71 Bread and Salt. • Chapter 72 Madame de Saint−Meran. • Chapter 73 The Promise. • Chapter 74 The Villefort Family Vault. • Chapter 75 A Signed Statement. • Chapter 76 Progress of Cavalcanti the Younger. • Chapter 77 Haidee. • Chapter 78 We hear From Yanina. • Chapter 79 The Lemonade. • Chapter 80 The Accusation. • Chapter 81 The Room of the Retired Baker. • Chapter 82 The Burglary. • Chapter 83 The Hand of God. • Chapter 84 Beauchamp. • Chapter 85 The Journey. • Chapter 86 The Trial. • Chapter 87 The Challenge. • Chapter 88 The Insult. • Chapter 89 A Nocturnal Interview. • Chapter 90 The Meeting. • Chapter 91 Mother and Son. • Chapter 92 The Suicide. • Chapter 93 Valentine. • Chapter 94 Maximilian's Avowal. • Chapter 95 Father and Daughter. • Chapter 96 The Contract. • Chapter 97 The Departure for Belgium. The Count of Monte Cristo 2

The Count of Monte Cristo • Chapter 98 The Bell and Bottle Tavern. • Chapter 99 The Law. • Chapter 100 The Apparition. • Chapter 101 Locusta. • Chapter 102 Valentine. • Chapter 103 Maximilian. • Chapter 104 Danglars Signature. • Chapter 105 The Cemetery of Pere−la−Chaise. • Chapter 106 Dividing the Proceeds. • Chapter 107 The Lions' Den. • Chapter 108 The Judge. • Chapter 109 The Assizes. • Chapter 110 The Indictment. • Chapter 111 Expiation. • Chapter 112 The Departure. • Chapter 113 The Past. • Chapter 114 Peppino. • Chapter 115 Luigi Vampa's Bill of Fare. • Chapter 116 The Pardon. • Chapter 117 The Fifth of October. • Chapter CXVIII • Chapter CXIX • Chapter CXX • Chapter CXXI • Chapter CXXII This page copyright © 2000 Blackmask Online.

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.

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The Count of Monte Cristo 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, 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." Chapter 1. Marseilles −− The Arrival. 4

The Count of Monte Cristo 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." "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." Chapter 1. Marseilles −− The Arrival. 5

The Count of Monte Cristo "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."

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The Count of Monte Cristo "How could that bring me into trouble, sir?" asked Dantes; "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 Porto−Ferrajo?" "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." Chapter 1. Marseilles −− The Arrival. 7

The Count of Monte Cristo "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. "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?"

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The Count of Monte Cristo "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." "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."

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The Count of Monte Cristo "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 well−known 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." "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."

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The Count of Monte Cristo "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.

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The Count of Monte Cristo "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 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."

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But it seems you have come back rich. Father and Son. father" added Dantes. 13 . my living is suited to my means. "as fast as I could to have the pleasure of shaking hands with a friend. "`I thought you were at Smyrna. "I was most anxious to see you. but to be captain one must do a little flattery to one's patrons. "Eh." he said.' −− `I was. Let us talk of your happy return.' "`And where is the dear boy. worthy man." replied the young man.' says he. it was wrong to annoy the owner." said Caderousse. "and I hope he fully understood it. negligently." said Caderousse. I was expressing to my father my fears that he had wanted many things in my absence. thank God." "Yes. I had gone on the quay to match a piece of mulberry cloth." Chapter 2. Morrel has always been exceedingly kind to me." continued the tailor. I am as much obliged by your offer as if I took advantage of it. Well. my boy. to be sure I am.The Count of Monte Cristo "What's the use of mentioning that? What is done is done. my son?" inquired the old man." "What. "this money is not mine. `You at Marseilles?' −− `Yes." "It was offered with good will. no." "But it must have vexed M." "No. "That I might the sooner see you again. I love and esteem you. smiling at his father's astonishment at the excessive honor paid to his son. Keep your money −− keep it. "put this money back in your box −− unless neighbor Caderousse wants anything." replied Edmond. Morrel." added Caderousse. −− you insinuating dog. my dear father. −− but. "I am not in any want. Morrel I hear. but am now back again. And so I came. my dear father. "And when you are looking forward to be captain. −− one never has too much. no doubt. because honest folks are so rare." "Worthy Caderousse!" said the old man. my boy. my boy." said Dantes. "and did he invite you to dine?" "Yes. my boy. and to convince me he emptied his purse on the table. I say. good. no doubt. Come. "he is so much attached to us. our little Edmond?' "`Why." "But I explained to him the cause of my refusal. "No doubt. did you refuse to dine with him?" said old Dantes. at the same time. The young man remarked the greedy glance which shone in the dark eyes of his neighbor. with his father. and in that case it is at his service. looking askance at the handful of gold and silver which Dantes had thrown on the table. my boy.' replied Danglars. when I met friend Danglars." "Yes." replied Dantes. you stand well with M. "Then you were wrong to refuse to dine with him. you!" "M." replied Dantes. "And why did you refuse.

"but you were right to return as soon as possible. 14 . "Yes. but according to all probability she soon will be." replied Dantes. who awaited him at the corner of the Rue Senac. and let her know all your hopes and prospects. too. Father and Son." "Go. then taking leave of old Dantes. I will ask your consent to go and pay a visit to the Catalans. "did you see him?" "I have just left him. "and capital offers." said Danglars. but you know. "Ah. Chapter 2. but never mind that. "So much the better −− so much the better! Nothing will give greater pleasure to all your old friends. "When one is going to be married. "I have a better opinion than you of women in general." "So. father Dantes. as it has blessed me in my son!" "His wife!" said Caderousse. as it seems to me. he left the apartment. and with your permission. "why." said Caderousse. come. my boy." said Caderousse." said the sailor." replied Edmond. "Yes −− yes. and I know one down there behind the Saint Nicolas citadel who will not be sorry to hear it." "Really?" answered Edmond. my boy. my dear boy. Caderousse lingered for a moment. and. how fast you go on." "So much the better −− so much the better. and I am certain that.The Count of Monte Cristo "I hope to be captain without that." said old Dantes: "and heaven bless you in your wife." said Dantes. she is not his wife yet. you will be captain. shaking his head." was Edmond's reply. there is nothing like implicit confidence. embracing his father. "Come. with a smile which but ill−concealed his trouble. yes. she will remain ever faithful to me. he went downstairs to rejoin Danglars. my dear father. and know you are well and have all you require. "Well. and nodding to Caderousse." "Mercedes?" said the old man. −− go and announce your arrival. captain or not." "I will go directly." continued Caderousse. and of Mercedes in particular. with a smile which had in it traces of slight uneasiness. she particularly has them by dozens. now I have seen you. and who could refuse you then?" "Meaning to say. and fine girls never lack followers." answered Caderousse." "And why?" "Because Mercedes is a very fine girl. "that if I were not a captain" −− "Eh −− eh!" said Caderousse.

You do not like Dantes?" "I never like upstarts." "Why. but now M." answered Caderousse. it appears to me." "Then tell me all you know about the Catalane. and proffered me a loan of money." "Ma foi. but. whom she calls cousin." "If we choose." "What do you mean?" "Nothing −− I was speaking to myself." "Pooh!" said Danglars. brown skin. unless I am much mistaken." "So that he is quite elated about it?" "Why. 15 . black−eyed Catalan. he is actually insolent over the matter −− has already offered me his patronage." "Which you refused?" "Most assuredly. and perhaps become even less than he is. and fierce air." "Explain yourself. Dantes has no longer any occasion for assistance −− he is about to become a captain. And is he still in love with the Catalane?" "Over head and ears. and you think this cousin pays her attentions?" Chapter 2. it seems M.The Count of Monte Cristo "Did he allude to his hope of being captain?" "He spoke of it as a thing already decided. Morrel has promised him the thing. with a red complexion." "Really. as if he were a grand personage. "for if he should be. "he will remain what he is. only I have seen things which induce me to believe. yes." "Indeed!" said Danglars." replied Danglars. "he is not one yet." "What have you seen? −− come. tell me!" "Well. "he is in too much hurry." "Why should I?" "It is more important than you think. it will be as well if he is not. for it was I who put into his hands the first silver he ever earned." "I know nothing for certain. there will be a storm in that quarter. strapping. every time I have seen Mercedes come into the city she has been accompanied by a tall. that the future captain will find some annoyance in the vicinity of the Vieilles Infirmeries. Father and Son. as I told you. perhaps. as though he were a banker. there will be really no speaking to him. although I might easily have accepted it.

weather−worn wall. the flowers of which she was picking off and strewing on the floor. which is sunburned to the beautiful dead−leaf color peculiar to the buildings of the country. they sat down under the budding foliage of the planes and sycamores." replied Danglars. still remains. her eyes as velvety as the gazelle's. in its red cotton. so as to display the pure and full shape of her well−turned leg." "Let us go the same way. Chapter 3. stocking. half Spanish. "You see. and within coated with whitewash. and we can drink a glass of La Malgue. like the sailors of old. but the firm and steady gaze of the young girl controlled his look. and three months afterwards. where. constructed in a singular and picturesque manner. and assured that he was at the Catalans. Mercedes. on which they had settled like a flight of seabirds. with hair as black as jet. rubbing in her slender delicately moulded fingers a bunch of heath blossoms. brown. and settled on the tongue of land on which it is to this day. and two glasses. like a Spanish posada. Fernand. and modelled after those of the Arlesian Venus. who was looking at her with an air in which vexation and uneasiness were mingled. was a tall young man of twenty. At three paces from her. The Catalans. was the village of the Catalans. 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. Whence it came no one knew. bare to the elbow. "here is Easter come round again. they had run their boats ashore." said the young man. Pere Pamphile had seen Dantes pass not ten minutes before. and really you must be very stupid to ask me again. The request was granted. He questioned her with his eyes. The Catalans. or two−and−twenty. Our readers will follow us along the only street of this little village. they called for a bottle of wine. Long ago this mysterious colony quitted Spain. and going quickly to the designated place. This village. a small village sprang up. who speak the language of their fathers." "Come along. and it spoke an unknown tongue. in the branches of which the birds were singing their welcome to one of the first days of spring. and preserving their original customs and the costume of their mother−country as they have preserved its language. gray and blue clocked. without mixing with the Marseillaise population. One of its chiefs. intermarrying." Chapter 3. about a hundred paces from the spot where the two friends sat looking and listening as they drank their wine. half Moorish. around the twelve or fifteen small vessels which had brought these gypsies of the sea. was leaning with her back against the wainscot. leaning his elbow on an old worm−eaten table. A young and beautiful girl. seated in a chair which he balanced on two legs. "but you pay the score. who understood Provencal. and enter with us one of the houses. whilst we wait for news. is this the moment for a wedding?" "I have answered you a hundred times." "Of course. we will stop at La Reserve. and she tapped the earth with her arched and supple foot." said Caderousse. For three or four centuries they have remained upon this small promontory. her arms. moved with a kind of restless impatience. and is inhabited by descendants of the first comers. begged the commune of Marseilles to give them this bare and barren promontory. tell me. Beyond a bare. 16 .The Count of Monte Cristo "I only suppose so.

" "Well. I will wear a varnished hat. Fernand. Fernand. a poor orphan. because you are expecting some one who is thus attired. I pray of you. Sometimes you pretend I am useful to you. beloved by you. Fernand. −− "what do you mean? I do not understand you?" "I mean. a striped shirt." replied the young man. Ah. and still more because it would give you so much pain if I refuse. and with the produce of which I buy the flax I spin. because you are the son of my father's brother. The Catalans. and that is an excuse to share with me the produce of your fishing. the miserable inheritance left by my father to my mother. I could extend my occupation as a fisherman. or if he is not. I beg of you. and. to have dreamed for ten years of being your husband. that you are thus harsh and cruel with me. which was the only stay of my existence!" "At least it was not I who ever encouraged you in that hope. "Yes. "you cannot reproach me with the slightest coquetry. but do you forget that it is among the Catalans a sacred law to intermarry?" "You mistake. with an angry glance. that this is charity. because we were brought up together. which you despise. instead of the costume of our fathers. that I may at last believe it! Tell me for the hundredth time that you refuse my love. "I believed you were good−hearted. and if you remain at the Catalans it is because there is no war.' Is not this true. forlorn. I would tempt fortune." "And if it were. but perhaps he whom you await is inconstant. Mercedes. and I accept it. Make me understand once for all that you are trifling with my happiness." replied Fernand. Fernand. and I will promise no more than I can bestow. Mercedes. I have always said to you. repeat it. might get a place as clerk in a warehouse. and contented with my friendship. I will be a sailor." "Fernand. but merely a custom. I will do better. it is not a law." cried Mercedes. and who shall say she will remain an honest woman. Mercedes. and become in time a dealer myself." "I understand. Mercedes. I do await. you would bring me good luck. for I say once more that is all I can promise. Mercedes. and a blue jacket. which had your mother's sanction. and where can I look for these better than in you?" "Fernand. I will not deny it. "a woman becomes a bad manager. but you are afraid to share mine. −− I feel very keenly. with an anchor on the buttons. Fernand?" "Yes. Fernand. shaking her head." "You could do no such thing. and you know. You are included in the conscription. Fernand. when she loves another man better than her husband? Rest content with my friendship." replied Mercedes. Once a soldier. 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. but do not ask from me more than sisterly affection. you have been cruelly frank with me. the sea is so to him. what would you do with me. Fernand. Well. do not cite this custom in your favor." answered Mercedes. and by my mother to me? She has been dead a year. and are only at liberty on sufferance. and I should become rich.The Count of Monte Cristo "Well. `I love you as a brother. poor and lone as you are. without fortune. and I was mistaken! Fernand. "you can endure your own wretchedness patiently. Would not that dress please you?" "What do you mean?" asked Mercedes. for my heart is another's. and I do love him of Chapter 3. −− repeat it. you are a soldier. But I feel very deeply that this fish which I go and sell. liable at any moment to be called upon to take up arms. as I cannot give you more. I have subsisted almost entirely on public charity. and to lose that hope. that is very true. Mercedes. you are wicked to call to your aid jealousy and the anger of God! Yes. 17 . so remain a fisherman. with nothing but a half−ruined hut and a few ragged nets. that my life or death are nothing to you.

"I understand you. Unable to have me for your wife. Fernand. He arose. which are the tokens of a joy so extreme that they seem rather the expression of sorrow. "you see he has not forgotten me. −− "Say. blushing with delight." The young girl made a gesture of rage. if he does not return. "Who is this gentleman?" "One who will be your best friend. "and none but Edmond shall ever be my husband." "If he has forgotten you" −− "Mercedes!" called a joyous voice from without." Fernand made no reply. for he is my friend. and threatening countenance of Fernand. as it was defined in the shadow. Fernand." Fernand let fall his head like a defeated man." "And you will always love him?" "As long as I live. Believe me." exclaimed the young girl. with clinched teeth and expanded nostrils. Edmond and Mercedes were clasped in each other's arms. and he has been gone four months. he inquired. "Here. and they only spoke in broken words. is this your final determination?" "I love Edmond Dantes. turning to Mercedes." he said. her eyes troubled and moistened with tears. Their intense happiness isolated them from all the rest of the world. and besides. Suddenly Edmond saw the gloomy. and then suddenly looking her full in the face. and see that friendship changed into hate if you were victor. What end would that answer? To lose you my friendship if he were conquered. instead of accusing him of the inconstancy which you insinuate. with his eyes glowing and his hands clinched. my cousin. No. but these tears flowed for another. here I am!" Fernand. which shot into the room through the open door. Fernand." said Dantes. At first they saw nothing around them. I will tell you that he died loving me and me only. you will content yourself with having me for your friend and sister. By a movement for which he could scarcely account to himself. nor did he attempt to check the tears which flowed down the cheeks of Mercedes. wait. "Ah. suddenly stopping before Mercedes. it is Fernand −− the man whom. I love the best in the world." the young girl calmly replied. Edmond. −− "But if he is dead" −− "If he is dead. after you. you said just now that the sea was treacherous. I shall die too. Dantes. "wait. saying. my brother. drew back. Mercedes. and then. frowning in his turn. she opened it. like a traveller at the sight of a serpent. and fell into a chair beside him. −− "Mercedes!" "Ah. pale." she added.The Count of Monte Cristo whom you speak. although for each of these tears he would have shed his heart's blood. you would cross your Catalan knife with his dirk. to seek a quarrel with a man is a bad method of pleasing the woman who loves that man. for here he is!" And rushing towards the door. and during these four months there have been some terrible storms. you will not thus give way to evil thoughts. and fairly leaping in excess of love. covered them with a flood of light. and. "once for all. pale and trembling. "I did not perceive that there were three of us." Then. heaved a sigh that was like a groan. said. Do you not remember him?" Chapter 3. the young Catalan placed his hand on the knife at his belt. paced a while up and down the hut. your pardon. The Catalans. Edmond. you would be revenged on him because I do not love you. 18 . The burning Marseilles sun.

" added Danglars. "But you are deceived. my brother. But Fernand. "Well." And at these words the young girl fixed her imperious look on the Catalan. and offered him his hand. was broken against the strong ascendancy which Mercedes exercised over him. I would place my arm under yours and go with you to Marseilles. The young man stopped suddenly. Chapter 3. and without relinquishing Mercedes hand clasped in one of his own. Catalan. "You have no enemy here −− there is no one but Fernand. "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." she continued. This look told him all. running furiously and tearing his hair −− "Oh. and is Dantes triumphant in spite of all we have believed?" "Why. but did not say a word. "He seems besotted. as if fascinated by it. with an angry look at her cousin." said Danglars. I would ascend the highest point of the Cape de Morgion and cast myself headlong from it. Fernand looked at them both with a stupefied air. "if misfortune should occur to you." said he. and whose coolness somewhat of refreshment to his exhausted body. and then again on the gloomy and menacing Fernand. under an arbor. "I did not know. 19 ." he exclaimed. who. The Catalans. and rushed hastily out of the house. we must inquire into that." Fernand became deadly pale. do you say. pushing Caderousse with his knee. "Oh. rather than sat down. said. on one of the seats which surrounded the table. when I came with such haste to you." was Caderousse's reply. that I was to meet an enemy here. whose shade seemed to restore somewhat of calmness to his senses. remained mute and trembling. can't you make up your mind?" Fernand wiped away the perspiration steaming from his brow. leaving the house to return to it no more. Edmond." Fernand's eye darted lightning. however. and turning towards the young man. "An enemy in my house. he extended the other to the Catalan with a cordial air. looked around him. His hatred. Edmond! If I believed that. and perceived Caderousse sitting at table with Danglars. Scarcely. "Well"." she continued with the same calmness which proved to Fernand that the young girl had read the very innermost depths of his sinister thought." "An enemy!" cried Mercedes. Catalan! Hallo.The Count of Monte Cristo "Yes!" said Dantes. instead of responding to this amiable gesture. and his anger waxed hot. who will grasp your hand as a devoted friend. "You called me. Edmond then cast his eyes scrutinizingly at the agitated and embarrassed Mercedes. Fernand! where are you running to?" exclaimed a voice. had he touched Edmond's hand than he felt he had done all he could do. "And should any misfortune occur to you. like a powerless though furious wave. came slowly towards Edmond. and slowly entered the arbor. dear Edmond. who will deliver me from this man? Wretched −− wretched that I am!" "Hallo. "Good−day. said Caderousse. didn't you?" And he fell. "Are we mistaken.

come. But I thought you were a Catalan. The Catalans. one of the best fishermen in Marseilles. "Bah!" said Danglars." he said. is a good and brave Catalan." Chapter 3." said Fernand." said Caderousse. pouring out a glass of wine for Fernand." said Caderousse. and he is in love with a very fine girl. moreover. "a lad of his make was not born to be unhappy in love. ma foi. you see.The Count of Monte Cristo "I called you because you were running like a madman. Fernand." said Caderousse. beginning the conversation. his elbows leaning on the table. perhaps. I do not understand." "No. "Well. Caderousse. which resembled a sob." answered Caderousse. "Why. It was even told me that Fernand. and dropped his head into his hands. especially. "Poor Fernand has been dismissed." said Caderousse. was terrible in his vengeance. is she? Is she not free to love whomsoever she will?" "Oh. you see. whom you see here. and looking at Caderousse like a man who looks for some one on whom to vent his anger. "A lover is never terrible. he did not expect to see Dantes return so suddenly −− he thought he was dead. with that brutality of the common people in which curiosity destroys all diplomacy. Danglars. affecting to pity the young man from the bottom of his heart. but. "Never mind −− in the meantime he marries Mercedes −− the lovely Mercedes −− at least he returns to do that. that the fine girl is in love with the mate of the Pharaon. while Danglars had merely sipped his." Fernand smiled piteously. −− "under any circumstances Fernand is not the only person put out by the fortunate arrival of Dantes. and I was afraid you would throw yourself into the sea. clinching his hands without raising his head. and as the Pharaon arrived to−day −− why. who drank as he spoke. winking at his friend." and he burst into a hoarse laugh. It's not polite not to reply to friends who ask news of your health. unfortunately." "Well. under any circumstances. and answer us. and they told me the Catalans were not men to allow themselves to be supplanted by a rival. and what then?" said Fernand." said Caderousse. to prevent his swallowing three or four pints of water unnecessarily!" Fernand gave a groan. Fernand. named Mercedes. or perchance faithless! These things always come on us more severely when they come suddenly. "Why. "Ah. Danglars?" "No. 20 . and filling his own for the eighth or ninth time. Fernand. "it is another thing. you are right −− and I should say that would bring him ill−luck." "Ah. "Poor fellow!" remarked Danglars. "hold up your head. "Mercedes is not accountable to any person." he replied. "only hark how he sighs! Come. and on whom the fumes of the wine began to take effect. you understand!" "No. when a man has friends. laughing. I must say. "you look uncommonly like a rejected lover." "My health is well enough." continued Caderousse. but it appears. if you take it in that sense. "this is how it is. You are laughing at him. lifting up his head. is he." said Danglars. never mind. they are not only to offer him a glass of wine." said Caderousse. "Well.

but it will be." said he.The Count of Monte Cristo During this time Danglars fixed his piercing glance on the young man." "Hold your tongue. whose countenance he scrutinized. as the bull is by the bandilleros. Here's an envious fellow making himself boozy on wine when he ought to be nursing his wrath. lovely damsel! Come this way. they do not know that we can see them. Fernand?" he said. look at Fernand. and let us know when the wedding is to be. "Oh. and laugh at us all. and dropped again heavily on his seat. on whose heart Caderousse's words fell like molten lead. and hand in hand. Sicilians. and follow his example. You know wine is a deceiver. "Well. pretending to restrain Caderousse. he is well−behaved!" Fernand. for he had risen from his seat. "What do I see down there by the wall. "Yes. and here is a fool who sees the woman he loves stolen from under his nose and takes on like a big baby. too. and looked at them with her clear and bright eyes. one after the other. for Fernand here is so obstinate he will not tell us. in a low voice. 21 . Unquestionably. pricked by Danglars. See. smiling and graceful. now!" said Caderousse. At this Fernand recollected her threat of dying if Edmond died." was the reply. "And when is the wedding to be?" he asked. eh. it is not yet fixed!" murmured Fernand. eh!" stammered Caderousse." said Caderousse. "and I am very much afraid of being here between a drunkard and a coward. "let us drink to Captain Edmond Dantes. "Eh. Fernand dashed his on the ground. Yet this Catalan has eyes that glisten like those of the vengeful Spaniards. I believe I see double. the other overwhelmed with love. and he will marry the splendid girl −− he will be captain. and let the lovers make love without interruption. "and I did not recognize them! Hallo. "I shall get nothing from these fools. filling the glasses. who. and swallowed the contents at a gulp. the one brutalized by liquor. lifted up her lovely head. husband of the beautiful Catalane!" Caderousse raised his glass to his mouth with unsteady hand. and seemed to be collecting himself to dash headlong upon his rival. Danglars looked at the two men. "Do you know them. "No. and Calabrians. will you?" said Danglars. unless" −− a Chapter 3. but I should say it was two lovers walking side by side. in the direction of the Catalans? Look. and turned to Caderousse. "It is Edmond and Mercedes!" "Ah. with the tenacity of drunkards. Heaven forgive me. leaned out of the arbor. your eyes are better than mine. but he read nothing but envy in a countenance already rendered brutal and stupid by drunkenness. "Try to stand upright. to try and detect whether the blow was premeditated." he muttered. Danglars?" Danglars shuddered at this unexpected attack. The Catalans. Edmond's star is in the ascendant. was about to rush out. and the other has fists big enough to crush an ox at one blow. "as surely as Dantes will be captain of the Pharaon −− eh. Fernand. Dantes! hello. see there. when Mercedes. probably excited beyond bearing. and they are actually embracing!" Danglars did not lose one pang that Fernand endured.

M. "To−day the preliminaries. "I merely said you seemed in a hurry." "And Fernand. the Pharaon cannot be under weigh again in less than three months. and you. or are you too proud to speak to them?" "No. M. But it is not selfishness alone that makes me thus in haste. more than pride. to−morrow or next day the ceremony! You are in a hurry. for when we have suffered a long time. half−rising. you are invited." said Danglars. I hope. and happiness blinds. Danglars. "I am not proud. "and we. but his voice died on his lips." said Edmond." "We are always in a hurry to be happy. to call a young girl by the name of her betrothed before he becomes her husband. too. really? −− to Paris! and will it be the first time you have ever been there. and in my country it bodes ill fortune. M. and he could not utter a word. or next day at latest. they say. M. Dantes?" "Yes. "I will say to you as Mercedes said just now to Caderousse. Caderousse." replied Danglars." said Caderousse with a chuckle. Caderousse. I think. captain!" "Danglars. Danglars." said Dantes. "he is so easily mistaken. "How do you do. bowing to the young couple. that's an explanation!" said Caderousse. The Catalans." "We must excuse our worthy neighbor. `Do not give me a title which does not belong to me'." "Ah." Fernand opened his mouth to reply. "Fernand. I must go to Paris. Madame Dantes?" Mercedes courtesied gravely. but I am happy. Danglars. Dantes. very well. my dear fellow!" replied Dantes. 22 ." said Edmond. Edmond! do you not see your friends. the wedding is to take place immediately. we have great difficulty in believing in good fortune. Danglars −− it is sacred. the last commission of poor Captain Leclere." Chapter 3. So call me Mercedes. that may bring me bad luck. "Hallo!" continued Caderousse. smiling. and to−morrow." "Have you business there?" "Not of my own. My friends will be there. and with his fist on the table. Besides.The Count of Monte Cristo sinister smile passed over Danglars' lips −− "unless I take a hand in the affair. and said −− "That is not my name. then. the wedding festival here at La Reserve." "So." he added. that is to say." "Ah. to−day all preliminaries will be arranged at my father's. and we have lots of time. should be very sorry if he were absent at such a time. Mercedes and I." "Your pardon. "hallo. if you please. "As soon as possible. you know to what I allude. I shall only take the time to go and return. is invited!" "My wife's brother is my brother.

he added. 23 . you are not yet registered number one on board the good ship Pharaon." said Danglars to Fernand." "It drives me to despair. but the woman told me that if any misfortune happened to her betrothed." "What?" "I would stab the man. this letter gives me an idea −− a capital idea! Ah. he perceived Fernand." then turning towards Edmond. "Thank you." "I have found already. with the accents of unshaken resolution." said Danglars. love Mercedes?" "I adore her!" "For long?" "As long as I have known her −− always. "How do I know? Is it my affair? I am not in love with Mademoiselle Mercedes. no doubt to deliver the letter which the grand marshal gave him. what she threatens she will do. I understand. and the two lovers continued on their way." said Fernand. but never do them. Ah. my friend." "What would you have me do?" said Fernand. she would kill herself. provided Dantes is not captain?" "Before Mercedes should die. who had fallen. and then in a low tone. instead of seeking to remedy your condition. Conspiracy. then. "Do you. "A pleasant journey. "here is a marriage which does not appear to make everybody happy. "Well. "To Paris. yes. seek. "I would die myself!" Chapter 4. Conspiracy. Chapter 4." "You do not know Mercedes. and you shall find." he cried. Danglars followed Edmond and Mercedes with his eyes until the two lovers disappeared behind one of the angles of Fort Saint Nicolas. into his chair. "whether she kill herself or not. then turning round. who was walking away." "Idiot!" muttered Danglars." "Pooh! Women say those things.The Count of Monte Cristo "Yes. my dear sir. but for you −− in the words of the gospel." "And you sit there. what matter." said Edmond with a friendly nod. I did not think that was the way of your people. while Caderousse stammered out the words of a drinking−song." replied Fernand. as calm and joyous as if they were the very elect of heaven. Dantes. pale and trembling. tearing your hair.

"well that's a good one! I could drink four more such bottles. "drunk as he is. I should like to know. deep fellow." persisted Caderousse." "Yes.The Count of Monte Cristo "That's what I call love!" said Caderousse with a voice more tipsy than ever. Say there is no need why Dantes should die. "You talk like a noodle. he is not much out in what he says. for that requires all one's wit and cool judgment. and yet Dantes need not die. if you like." Chapter 4. indeed. Danglars. "And why. or I don't know what love is. This drunken Caderousse has made me lose the thread of my sentence. finish the bottle. who is a wide−awake. "Let him run on." "I −− drunk!" said Caderousse." replied Danglars. "That's love. you would like to help me. "but how?" "My dear fellow. who will prove to you that you are wrong. "you appear to me a good sort of fellow. "you are three parts drunk. so much the worse for those who fear wine. to help you it would be sufficient that Dantes did not marry her you love. 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. "You were saving. and you will be completely so. my friend. Pere Pamphile. listened eagerly to the conversation. "What was I saying? I forget. your health." "Come. for it is because they have bad thoughts which they are afraid the liquor will extract from their hearts." "You said." and Caderousse began to sing the two last lines of a song very popular at the time. more wine!" and Caderousse rattled his glass upon the table." Fernand rose impatiently. methinks. but" −− "Yes. who." said Caderousse." said Danglars. clever. be a pity he should. "should they put Dantes in prison? he has not robbed or killed or murdered. I should like to help you." "Death alone can separate them. it would. "and here is Danglars. and hang me. I like Dantes. they are no bigger than cologne flasks. and the marriage may easily be thwarted.'* * "The wicked are great drinkers of water As the flood proved once for all. restraining the young man. one seeks revenge" −− "What matters that?" muttered Fernand. Drink then." said Caderousse. but I added. 24 . sir. Absence severs as well as death. Prove it. I have answered for you." remarked Fernand. Conspiracy. sir" −− said Fernand. C'est bien prouve par le deluge. awaiting with great anxiety the end of this interrupted remark. "and when one gets out and one's name is Edmond Dantes." "Drunk. Dantes." said Caderousse. but" −− "Yes. and do not meddle with what we are discussing. with what sense was left him. but one gets out of prison." said Danglars. −− `Tous les mechants sont beuveurs d'eau. Dantes is a good fellow.

emptying his glass. Chapter 4. no.The Count of Monte Cristo "Hold your tongue!" said Danglars." he added. I will execute it. Dantes' good health!" said Caderousse. but since you believe I act for my own account. Have you that means?" "It is to be found for the searching. you have some motive of personal hatred against Dantes. restraining him." said Fernand impatiently. "here's to his health! his health −− hurrah!" "But the means −− the means?" said Fernand. said. "I know not why you meddle. my dear friend. "I won't hold my tongue!" replied Caderousse. "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. Conspiracy. I hate him! I confess it openly." "Pen. and turning towards Fernand. and looking at Fernand with his dull and fishy eyes. But why should I meddle in the matter? it is no affair of mine. I won't have Dantes killed −− I won't!" "And who has said a word about killing him. provided it is not to kill the man." and Danglars rose as if he meant to depart. "No! −− you undertook to do so." "Yes. as you said just now. if. ink. "No. that's all. "Waiter. and paper.". Dantes." said Fernand. Do you find the means. −− "Kill Dantes! who talks of killing Dantes? I won't have him killed −− I won't! He's my friend." said Fernand. seizing his arm. 25 ." "Certainly not. Danglars saw in the muddled look of the tailor the progress of his intoxication. then." Caderousse. for he who himself hates is never mistaken in the sentiments of others. adieu. you understand there is no need to kill him. now raised it. yes. for Mercedes has declared she will kill herself if Dantes is killed. "but this I know. you have the means of having Dantes arrested." "I! −− motives of hatred against Dantes? None. ink. "Have you not hit upon any?" asked Danglars. "the French have the superiority over the Spaniards. I like Dantes. and your unhappiness interested me. "pen. your health!" and he swallowed another glass of wine. on my word! I saw you were unhappy." said Danglars. "and do not interfere with us. who had let his head drop on the table. while the French invent. that the Spaniards ruminate. "Well. muddlehead?" replied Danglars. "We were merely joking. "I say I want to know why they should put Dantes in prison. and this morning offered to share his money with me." replied Danglars." muttered Fernand. he said. get out of the affair as best you may. and paper." "True." "Do you invent. as I shared mine with him. drink to his health. filling Caderousse's glass.

or rather dropped. "Give him some more wine. and write with the left hand (that the writing may not be recognized) the denunciation we propose. and which Fernand read in an undertone: −− "The honorable. uniting practice with theory. "that if after a voyage such as Dantes has just made. then." Chapter 4. and by the usurper with a letter for the Bonapartist committee in Paris. and paper are my tools. I will supply you with the means of supporting your accusation. has been intrusted by Murat with a letter for the usurper. and the day when he comes out. "When one thinks. "Bring them here. The Catalan watched him until Caderousse." said the waiter. mate of the ship Pharaon. dip it into this ink. Proof of this crime will be found on arresting him. But Dantes cannot remain forever in prison." resumed Danglars. rested. "There's what you want on that table. Conspiracy." Fernand filled Caderousse's glass. "Well." "The fellow is not so drunk as he appears to be. and paper." continued Danglars. as he saw the final glimmer of Caderousse's reason vanishing before the last glass of wine. letting his hand drop on the paper. and Mercedes! Mercedes. and in a writing reversed from his usual style. "No. which he handed to Fernand. and a sheet of paper." called Fernand loudly. almost overcome by this fresh assault on his senses. and confront you with him you have denounced. "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. this pen. for I know the fact well. but they will make you then sign your declaration. that one Edmond Dantes. for instance. no. pen." said Caderousse. it would be much better to take. as I now do." The waiter did as he was desired. in which he touched at the Island of Elba. arrived this morning from Smyrna. his glass upon the table. I should wish nothing better than that he would come and seek a quarrel with me. then. I should say. after having touched at Naples and Porto−Ferrajo. the king's attorney." "Pen. the following lines. Fernand. 26 . "Well!" resumed the Catalan. like the confirmed toper he was. and totally unlike it.The Count of Monte Cristo "Yes. and without my tools I am fit for nothing. or at his father's. "Yes. is informed by a friend of the throne and religion. who will detest you if you have only the misfortune to scratch the skin of her dearly beloved Edmond!" "True!" said Fernand. a bottle of 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." said Danglars. and one day or other he will leave it. I am a supercargo. or in his cabin on board the Pharaon. who. wrote with his left hand. ink. than of a sword or pistol." "Yes. for the letter will be found upon him. ink." And Danglars. "if we resolve on such a step. woe betide him who was the cause of his incarceration!" "Oh. lifted his hand from the paper and seized the glass.

When they had advanced about twenty yards. just as you like." Danglars took advantage of Caderousse's temper at the moment. Give me your arm. staggering as he went. and putting it into his pocket then rush out of the arbor towards Pillon." said Danglars." said Danglars. who. Fernand." said Fernand. "let's have some more wine. had followed the reading of the letter. and write upon it. there is nothing to do now but fold the letter as I am doing. "why. "All right!" said Caderousse. he squeezed it up in his hands and threw it into a corner of the arbor. "In this case." "And who thinks of using him ill? Certainly neither I nor Fernand. and he is going to the city. "I shall return to the Catalans. too!" "Done!" said Danglars. "I can't keep on my legs? Why. and that's all settled!" exclaimed Caderousse." resumed Danglars. Danglars. "Yes. "Dantes is my friend. "Yes. pick up the crumpled paper. won't you return to Marseilles with us?" "No." And Danglars wrote the address as he spoke. who still remained seated. `To the king's attorney. there's liberty for all the world. "now your revenge looks like common−sense. and without staggering." said Danglars. taking it from beyond his reach. what a lie he told! He said he was going to the Catalans. by a last effort of intellect. and instinctively comprehended all the misery which such a denunciation must entail. only it will be an infamous shame. to take him off towards Marseilles by the Porte Saint−Victor. because unable to stand on your legs." "I?" said Caderousse. drunkard. "and if you continue. Come with us to Marseilles −− come along. Hallo." "Very well. Danglars looked back and saw Fernand stoop. but whose eye was fixed on the denunciatory sheet of paper flung into the corner. should be sorry if anything happened to Dantes −− the worthy Dantes −− look here!" And taking the letter. and that's all settled. and I." "You're wrong. and let us go. "Well." said Caderousse. "Yes." "I will not. "but I don't want your arm at all. I'll wager I can go up into the belfry of the Accoules. and I won't have him ill−used. Come. and let the young gentleman return to the Catalans if he chooses.The Count of Monte Cristo "Very good. let us go. 27 . and the matter will thus work its own way. you will be compelled to sleep here." "What do you mean? you will not? Well. "I'll take your bet. Conspiracy. but to−morrow −− to−day it is time to return. rising with all the offended dignity of a drunken man." "You have had too much already." said Caderousse. Come along. my prince. Fernand!" Chapter 4. I wish to drink to the health of Edmond and the lovely Mercedes." replied Caderousse. for in no way can it revert to yourself. rising and looking at the young man." and he stretched out his hand to reach the letter.' and that's all settled. amongst the first and foremost. "and as what I say and do is merely in jest.

The Count of Monte Cristo "Oh. by whose side walked Dantes' father. And although the entertainment was fixed for twelve o'clock. Danglars and Caderousse set off upon their errand at full speed. The Marriage−Feast. Morrel appeared and was saluted with an enthusiastic burst of applause from the crew of the Pharaon. a party of young girls in attendance on the bride. His thin but wiry legs were arrayed in a pair of richly embroidered clocked stockings. The Marriage−Feast. and to beseech him to make haste. who had himself assured him of his intention to dine at La Reserve. a moment later M. Thus he came along. beautifully cut and polished. Danglars and Caderousse took their places beside Fernand and old Dantes. The morning's sun rose clear and resplendent. consisting of the favored part of the crew of the Pharaon. The old man was attired in a suit of glistening watered silk. evidently of English manufacture. The feast had been made ready on the second floor at La Reserve. you don't see straight. supporting himself on a curiously carved stick. with whose arbor the reader is already familiar. however. Danglars and Caderousse were despatched in search of the bride−groom to convey to him the intelligence of the arrival of the important personage whose coming had created such a lively sensation. in order to do greater honor to the occasion. the whole brought up by Fernand. Morrel. and other personal friends of the bride−groom." "Well. composed of the betrothed pair. his aged Chapter 5. trimmed with steel buttons. accompanied by Caderousse. "he's gone right enough. Neither Mercedes nor Edmond observed the strange expression of his countenance. come." said Danglars. stating that he had recently conversed with M. The apartment destined for the purpose was spacious and lighted by a number of windows. "now the thing is at work and it will effect its purpose unassisted. 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. Danglars. Various rumors were afloat to the effect that the owners of the Pharaon had promised to attend the nuptial feast. the whole of whom had arrayed themselves in their choicest costumes. and as Dantes was universally beloved on board his vessel. but all seemed unanimous in doubting that an act of such rare and exceeding condescension could possibly be intended. Morrel. 28 . In fact. who now made his appearance." Chapter 5. an hour previous to that time the balcony was filled with impatient and expectant guests. touching the foamy waves into a network of ruby−tinted light. while from his three−cornered hat depended a long streaming knot of white and blue ribbons. whose lips wore their usual sinister smile. they were so happy that they were conscious only of the sunshine and the presence of each other. Having acquitted themselves of their errand." said Caderousse. and exchanged a hearty shake of the hand with Edmond. effectually confirmed the report. With the entrance of M. beneath these windows a wooden balcony extended the entire length of the house. "I should have said not −− how treacherous wine is!" "Come. −− the latter of whom attracted universal notice. 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. over each of which was written in golden letters for some inexplicable reason the name of one of the principal cities of France." said Danglars to himself. but ere they had gone many steps they perceived a group advancing towards them.

stopping when she had reached the centre of the table. She moved with the light.The Count of Monte Cristo countenance lit up with happiness. have cast down her thickly fringed lashes. although there still lingered in his mind a faint and unperfect recollection of the events of the preceding night. he would glance in the direction of Marseilles. 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. Lovely as the Greek girls of Cyprus or Chios. who desire nothing better than to laugh and Chapter 5. at the approach of his patron. The Marriage−Feast. however. to whom he had repeated the promise already given. on the contrary. and styled by the grateful fishermen "fruits of the sea. at a sign from Edmond. would anybody think that this room contained a happy. while Fernand." pointing with a soft and gentle smile to Fernand. and ripe. M. while. parading the newly opened gardens of the Tuileries and Luxembourg. "Father. piquant. at least. so as to have concealed the liquid lustre of her animated eyes. and with his fine countenance. whose desire to partake of the good things provided for the wedding−party had induced him to become reconciled to the Dantes." said Mercedes. −− all the delicacies. the rest of the company ranged themselves as they found it most agreeable. 29 . looking for all the world like one of the aged dandies of 1796. but becomingly. the echinus with its prickly outside and dainty morsel within. Then they began to pass around the dusky. had been occupied in similarly placing his most honored guests. "sit. followed by the soldiers and sailors there assembled. that are cast up by the wash of waters on the sandy beach. just as the brain retains on waking in the morning the dim and misty outline of a dream. for his lips became ghastly pale. beneath whose heavy tread the slight structure creaked and groaned for the space of several minutes. Morrel was seated at his right hand. coral lips. Edmond. a more perfect specimen of manly beauty could scarcely be imagined. who. merry party. Dantes. occasionally. free step of an Arlesienne or an Andalusian. the clovis. respectfully placed the arm of his affianced bride within that of M. but. esteemed by the epicures of the South as more than rivalling the exquisite flavor of the oyster. I pray you. During this time. As Danglars approached the disappointed lover. was pale and abstracted. Morrel. at the opposite side of the table. Dantes himself was simply. radiant with joy and happiness. Danglars at his left. the delighted girl looked around her with a smile that seemed to say: "If you are my friends. that Dantes should be the successor to the late Captain Leclere. and a nervous contraction distort his features. Morrel descended and came forth to meet it. Mercedes boasted the same bright flashing eyes of jet." "A pretty silence truly!" said the old father of the bride−groom. M. in fact. "Now. on my left I will place him who has ever been as a brother to me. with an agitated and restless gaze. or. while. One more practiced in the arts of great cities would have hid her blushes beneath a veil. but her words and look seemed to inflict the direst torture on him. as he slowly paced behind the happy pair. and which had just been placed before Mercedes herself. he cast on him a look of deep meaning. on my right hand. Beside him glided Caderousse. Arlesian sausages. a deep flush would overspread his countenance. to have entirely forgotten that such a being as himself existed. prawns of large size and brilliant color. who seemed. like one who either anticipated or foresaw some great and important event." As soon as the bridal party came in sight of La Reserve. and lobsters in their dazzling red cuirasses. rejoice with me. round. for I am very happy. clad in the dress peculiar to the merchant service −− a costume somewhat between a military and a civil garb. forthwith conducting her up the flight of wooden steps leading to the chamber in which the feast was prepared. father and son. was gayly followed by the guests. as he carried to his lips a glass of wine of the hue and brightness of the topaz. in their own unmixed content.

"In an hour?" inquired Danglars. happiness is like the enchanted palaces we read of in our childhood. "that I am too happy for noisy mirth. and he was compelled to support himself by the table to prevent his falling from his chair." added he. never mind that. Just assume the tone and manner of a husband. We have purchased permission to waive the usual delay. and married to−day at three o'clock! Commend me to a sailor for going the quick way to work!" "But." replied Dantes. "how did you manage about the other formalities −− the contract −− the settlement?" Chapter 5. every difficulty his been removed. I do not consider I have asserted too much in saying. if that is what you meant by your observation. it is not worth while to contradict me for such a trifle as that." returned Dantes. however. it seems to oppress us almost the same as sorrow. "Thanks to the influence of M. what ails you?" asked he of Edmond. my friend?" "Why." asked Danglars. whose laugh displayed the still perfect beauty of his large white teeth. as a quarter−past one has already struck. he could not refrain from uttering a deep groan. that. neighbor Caderousse. where fierce. while Fernand grasped the handle of his knife with a convulsive clutch. with the exception of the elder Dantes. I owe every blessing I enjoy. "you have not attained that honor yet. The Marriage−Feast. 'Tis true that Mercedes is not actually my wife. whose excitable nature received and betrayed each fresh impression.The Count of Monte Cristo dance the hours away?" "Ah. I own that I am lost in wonder to find myself promoted to an honor of which I feel myself unworthy −− that of being the husband of Mercedes. and see how she will remind you that your hour is not yet come!" The bride blushed. seemed to start at every fresh sound. fiery dragons defend the entrance and approach. "Upon my word." replied Dantes." Fernand closed his eyes. Arrived here only yesterday morning. joy takes a strange effect at times. turning pale. which." Danglars looked towards Fernand. you are right. and from time to time wiped away the large drops of perspiration that gathered on his brow." A general exclamation of surprise ran round the table. "Man does not appear to me to be intended to enjoy felicity so unmixed. but in spite of all his efforts. while Fernand. and at half−past two o'clock the mayor of Marseilles will be waiting for us at the city hall. next to my father. and monsters of all shapes and kinds." "Nay. smiling. to whom. Mercedes is not yet your wife. "Why. a burning sensation passed across his brow. "you make short work of this kind of affair. "Do you fear any approaching evil? I should say that you were the happiest man alive at this instant. "How is that. "Well. 30 . drawing out his watch. "a man cannot always feel happy because he is about to be married. my worthy friend. thus it is." cried the old man. restless and uneasy. was lost amid the noisy felicitations of the company. "in an hour and a half she will be." sighed Caderousse." "And that is the very thing that alarms me. nay!" cried Caderousse. requiring to be overcome ere victory is ours. but. in a timid tone. Mercedes looked pleased and gratified." "The truth is. Morrel. Now. in another hour and thirty minutes Mercedes will have become Madame Dantes.

" answered Dantes. As for Fernand himself. as though seeking to avoid the hilarious mirth that rose in such deafening sounds. united with the effect of the excellent wine he had partaken of. he continued. who. "don't imagine I am going to put you off in that shabby manner." This prospect of fresh festivity redoubled the hilarity of the guests to such a degree. I shall be back here by the first of March. and sought out more agreeable companions." Caderousse looked full at Fernand −− he was ghastly pale. Caderousse approached him just as Danglars. "two o'clock has just struck. Upon my soul. Dantes. "Upon my word. while Mercedes glanced at the clock and made an expressive gesture to Edmond. Everybody talked at once. that future captain of mine is a lucky dog! Gad. 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." "Oh. and you know we are expected in a quarter of an hour. and on the second I give my real marriage feast. he seemed to be enduring the tortures of the damned. and. and the same to return. Mercedes has no fortune." Chapter 5. there was no harm meant. unable to rest. but when I saw how completely he had mastered his feelings. Dantes is a downright good fellow. amid the general din of voices." answered Dantes. at the commencement of the repast." answered Danglars. when the beauty of the bride is concerned. and certainly do not come very expensive. even so far as to become one of his rival's attendants." "Shall we not set forth?" asked the sweet. you see. perceiving the affectionate eagerness of his father. The Marriage−Feast. "No.The Count of Monte Cristo "The contract. I only wish he would let me take his place. laughingly. from whose mind the friendly treatment of Dantes. silvery voice of Mercedes. had effaced every feeling of envy or jealousy at Dantes' good fortune." said Caderousse. and when I see him sitting there beside his pretty wife that is so soon to be. Fernand's paleness appeared to have communicated itself to Danglars. that the elder Dantes. I cannot help thinking it would have been a great pity to have served him that trick you were planning yesterday. "it didn't take long to fix that. had commented upon the silence that prevailed. responded by a look of grateful pleasure. no. he was among the first to quit the table. 31 . "at first I certainly did feel somewhat uneasy as to what Fernand might be tempted to do. four days to go. without waiting for a reply and each one seemed to be contented with expressing his or her own thoughts. −− "upon my word. our papers were quickly written out." continued Danglars. with one day to discharge the commission intrusted to me. "So that what we presumed to be merely the betrothal feast turns out to be the actual wedding dinner!" said Danglars. now found it difficult. To−morrow morning I start for Paris. had joined him in a corner of the room. to pace the farther end of the salon. is all the time I shall be absent. to obtain a moment's tranquillity in which to drink to the health and prosperity of the bride and bride−groom. I knew there was no further cause for apprehension. So. whom Fernand seemed most anxious to avoid. "the sacrifice was no trifling one." This joke elicited a fresh burst of applause. I have none to settle on her. in utter silence. "Certainly. Such as at the commencement of the repast had not been able to seat themselves according to their inclination rose unceremoniously.

" Caderousse then looked around for Fernand. He prayed and supplicated in terms so moving. in a firm voice. slightly changing color. Three blows were struck upon the panel of the door. 32 . The sounds drew nearer. as to address a petition to some cold marble effigy. "I am he. nevertheless. against a seat placed near one of the open windows. saw him stagger and fall back." replied the magistrate. "and wherefore. the door was opened. The Marriage−Feast." replied the magistrate. advanced with dignity. spite of the agitation he could not but feel. so as to deaden even the noisy mirth of the bridal party. let me beg of you to calm your apprehensions. "in the name of the law!" As no attempt was made to prevent it. There are situations which the heart of a father or a mother cannot be made to understand. eagerly quitting the table. whom he evidently knew. and it is more than probable he will be set at liberty directly he has given the information required. with vociferous cheers. but he had disappeared. "May I venture to inquire the reason of this unexpected visit?" said M. "let us go directly!" His words were re−echoed by the whole party. I am the bearer of an order of arrest. wearing his official scarf. and a magistrate. Who among the persons here assembled answers to the name of Edmond Dantes?" Every eye was turned towards the young man who. frowningly. and although I most reluctantly perform the task assigned me. presented himself. sprang forward. it must. Uneasiness now yielded to the most extreme dread on the part of those present. he kindly said. "I arrest you in the name of the law!" "Me!" repeated Edmond. Chapter 5. followed by four soldiers and a corporal. Morrel felt that further resistance or remonstrance was useless. or the value of his freight. meanwhile. At the same instant his ear caught a sort of indistinct sound on the stairs. who had assumed an air of utter surprise. and said. I pray?" "I cannot inform you.The Count of Monte Cristo "To be sure! −− to be sure!" cried Dantes. Old Dantes. addressing the magistrate. The company looked at each other in consternation. "I am. utterly bewildered at all that is going on. "I demand admittance. followed by the measured tread of soldiery. "rely upon every reparation being made. "How can I tell you?" replied he. what is your pleasure with me?" "Edmond Dantes. Your son has probably neglected some prescribed form or attention in registering his cargo. although firm in his duty. with the clanking of swords and military accoutrements." M. and. with an almost convulsive spasm. among whom a vague feeling of curiosity and apprehension quelled every disposition to talk. like yourself. of Danglars." "If it be so. that even the officer was touched. who had been incessantly observing every change in Fernand's look and manner. however. and cannot in the least make out what it is about. and perfectly well knew that it would be as unavailing to seek pity from a magistrate decked with his official scarf. He saw before him an officer delegated to enforce the law. Morrel." said a loud voice outside the room." "What is the meaning of all this?" inquired Caderousse. whether touching the health of his crew. "My worthy friend. "there is doubtless some mistake easily explained. At this moment Danglars. be fulfilled. but you will be duly acquainted with the reasons that have rendered such a step necessary at the preliminary examination. and almost instantaneously the most deathlike stillness prevailed. then came a hum and buzz as of many voices.

placed next to the seat on which poor Mercedes had fallen half fainting. went to sit down at the first vacant place. who had now approached the group. whence I will bring you word how all is going on. then hastily swallowing it. but at length the two poor victims of the same blow raised their eyes. you know very well that I tore the paper to pieces. by mere chance. "Adieu. as every prudent man ought to be. my good fellows. "I tell you again I have nothing whatever to do with it. stretching out her arms to him from the balcony. Meanwhile Fernand made his appearance. to Danglars. poured out for himself a glass of water with a trembling hand. I feel quite certain. each absorbed in grief." "Oh. and leaning from the coach he called out. "Good−by. you were drunk!" "Where is Fernand?" inquired Caderousse. "Wait for me here." Dantes descended the staircase. The old father and Mercedes remained for some time apart. "How do I know?" replied Danglars." "No. "gone. had surrendered himself to the officer sent to arrest him. and with a simultaneous burst of feeling rushed into each other's arms. he got in. preceded by the magistrate. and the vehicle drove off towards Marseilles. Dantes. Never mind where he is. "go." said he. and very likely I may not have to go so far as the prison to effect that. followed by two soldiers and the magistrate. I suppose. and followed by the soldiers. you fool! −− what should you know about it? −− why. to look after his own affairs. Mercedes −− we shall soon meet again!" Then the vehicle disappeared round one of the turnings of Fort Saint Nicholas. dearest Edmond!" cried Mercedes. all of you!" cried M. 33 . then. besides. and this was. "you merely threw it by −− I saw it lying in a corner. "I will take the first conveyance I find. A carriage awaited him at the door. merely saying. Morrel. let you and I go and see what is to be done for our poor friends." "Nonsense. most likely. adieu." returned Danglars. The Marriage−Feast. "So. that if it be so. 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. 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. 'tis an ill turn.The Count of Monte Cristo The scene of the previous night now came back to his mind with startling clearness. "nothing more than a mistake. depend upon it. The prisoner heard the cry. is a part of the trick you were concerting yesterday? All I can say is. and well deserves to bring double evil on those who have projected it. you did not!" answered Caderousse. which sounded like the sob of a broken heart." "Hold your tongue." During this conversation. after having exchanged a cheerful shake of the hand with all his sympathizing friends. and hurry to Marseilles. "this. that's all. so. when released from the warm and affectionate Chapter 5. there is some little mistake to clear up. "Make yourselves quite easy. to be sure!" responded Danglars. in a hoarse and choking voice." "That's right!" exclaimed a multitude of voices.

"Here comes M. "Come. Danglars. since you are the ship's supercargo?" "Why. he's too stupid to imagine such a scheme. "I think it just possible Dantes may have been detected with some trifling article on board ship considered here as contraband." said the afflicted old father. Her grief. indeed. "be comforted. turning towards him. I could only know what I was told respecting the merchandise with which the vessel was laden. you see." said Caderousse. come. depend upon it the custom−house people went rummaging about the ship in our absence." Meantime the subject of the arrest was being canvassed in every different form. when the arrow lights point downward on somebody's head. that is all I was obliged to know. now. who had never taken his eyes off Fernand." "Now I recollect. now burst out in a violent fit of hysterical sobbing. "one cannot be held responsible for every chance arrow shot into the air. I know she was loaded with cotton. No doubt. "Surely. and that she took in her freight at Alexandria from Pastret's warehouse. we shall hear that our friend is released!" Mercedes and the old man rushed to meet the shipowner and greeted him at the door. "Hope!" faintly murmured Fernand. which she had hitherto tried to restrain. Instinctively Fernand drew back his chair. I only hope the mischief will fall upon the head of whoever wrought it." "You can. Danglars. "He is the cause of all this misery −− I am quite sure of it." said one of the party. and I beg I may not be asked for any further particulars. "What think you. and a convulsive spasm passed over his countenance. to Danglars. and another of tobacco for me!" "There. there is still hope!" "Hope!" repeated Danglars.The Count of Monte Cristo embrace of old Dantes." Mercedes. 34 ." "You don't mention those who aided and abetted the deed." whispered Caderousse. and discovered poor Dantes' hidden treasures. "of this event?" "Why. "I don't think so. however." said the old man." replied he. Chapter 5. as for that. He was very pale." "But how could he have done so without your knowledge. paid no heed to this explanation of her lover's arrest. "Good news! good news!" shouted forth one of the party stationed in the balcony on the lookout." answered Danglars. "What news?" exclaimed a general burst of voices. and at Smyrna from Pascal's. "my poor boy told me yesterday he had got a small case of coffee. my poor child. "Now the mischief is out." exclaimed Danglars." answered the other. The Marriage−Feast. Morrel back. but the word seemed to die away on his pale agitated lips.

who had now again become the friend and protector of Mercedes. "Let us take ourselves out of the way. my friends. will it not be taken for granted that all who uphold him are his accomplices?" With the rapid instinct of selfishness. grasping him by the arm. and then caution supplanted generosity. by all means. he overtook his supercargo and Caderousse. "Suppose we wait a while. he gazed. Morrel. wistfully. he is innocent!" sobbed forth Mercedes. "you have deceived me −− the trick you spoke of last night has been played. on Danglars." "Be silent.The Count of Monte Cristo "Alas. from M. "Could you have believed such a thing possible?" "Why. with a mournful shake of his head. of course he will be set at liberty. should any letters or other documents of a compromising character be found upon him. Fernand. and passed a whole day in the island. "Let us wait. "Ah. Morrel. sir. The Marriage−Feast. the assistant procureur. but I cannot suffer a poor old man or an innocent girl to die of grief through your fault." "And did you mention these suspicions to any person beside myself?" Chapter 5. I am determined to tell them all about it. Danglars!" whispered Caderousse. you simpleton!" cried Danglars. "Could you ever have credited such a thing. led the girl to her home. "That I believe!" answered M. de Villefort. If he be innocent. "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." "With all my heart!" replied Danglars. The rumor of Edmond arrest as a Bonapartist agent was not slow in circulating throughout the city. doubtfully. my dear Danglars?" asked M. "that I considered the circumstance of his having anchored at the Island of Elba as a very suspicious circumstance." replied M. Who can tell whether Dantes be innocent or guilty? The vessel did touch at Elba. and see what comes of it. "the thing has assumed a more serious aspect than I expected. 35 . on his return to the port for the purpose of gleaning fresh tidings of Dantes. Morrel. A despairing cry escaped the pale lips of Mercedes. Now. where he quitted it. "To be sure!" answered Danglars. I cannot stay here any longer. "but still he is charged" −− "With what?" inquired the elder Dantes. if guilty." said he." "Oh." replied Danglars." After their departure. indeed −− indeed. as. why. then. Caderousse readily perceived the solidity of this mode of reasoning. and leave things for the present to take their course. pleased to find the other so tractable. casting a bewildered look on his companion. "or I will not answer even for your own safety." "Let us go. it is no use involving ourselves in a conspiracy. the old man sank into a chair. you know I told you. while the friends of Dantes conducted the now half−fainting man back to his abode.

"here is the Pharaon without a captain." replied Danglars. had I divulged my own apprehensions to a soul." "'Tis well. Morrel. M. "since we cannot leave this port for the next three months." "Oh. but that whoever possessed the good opinion and confidence of the ship's owner would have his preference also. you are strongly suspected of regretting the abdication of Napoleon. on account of your uncle. I should have feared to injure both Edmond and yourself. M. Policar Morrel." "Is it possible you were so kind?" "Yes. for somehow I have perceived a sort of coolness between you." "No doubt. Morrel. Morrel. well. Chapter 5. 36 . "Poor Dantes!" said Caderousse. and look carefully to the unloading of her freight. Morrel. The Marriage−Feast. there are many things he ought most carefully to conceal from all else. But now hasten on board. I fully authorize you at once to assume the command of the Pharaon. indeed." "Thanks. and if he should have any reluctance to continue you in your post. and it will be so far advantageous to you to accept my services. "You understand that. Danglars −− 'tis well!" replied M. M. like myself." returned M. is bound to acquaint the shipowner with everything that occurs. and of his being king's attorney." "Well." "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. "You are a worthy fellow. "we shall see.The Count of Monte Cristo "Certainly not!" returned Danglars. whom I shall endeavor to interest in Edmond's favor." "But meanwhile." "Be easy on that score." answered Danglars. and who does not altogether conceal what he thinks on the subject. Danglars −− that will smooth over all difficulties." replied Danglars. and that's rather against him. in spite of that. but in the meantime?" "I am entirely at your service. 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 I had already thought of your interests in the event of poor Edmond having become captain of the Pharaon." "Perhaps not." So saying. de Villefort." "The hypocrite!" murmured Danglars. Morrel. Private misfortunes must never be allowed to interfere with business. and I fancy not a bad sort of one. "You know that I am as capable of managing a ship as the most experienced captain in the service. who served under the other government. the worthy shipowner quitted the two allies. but." continued M. Then added in a low whisper. I will join you there ere long. I am too well aware that though a subordinate. but do you think we shall be permitted to see our poor Edmond?" "I will let you know that directly I have seen M. he is a man like ourselves. "but I hear that he is ambitions. I am aware he is a furious royalist. I had previously inquired of Dantes what was his opinion of you. let us hope that ere the expiration of that period Dantes will be set at liberty. and proceeded in the direction of the Palais de Justice. "No one can deny his being a noble−hearted young fellow.

and remain perfectly quiet." "Well. not breathing a word to any living soul." "But who perpetrated that joke. officers who had deserted from the imperial army and joined forces with Conde. if you did. waving his hand in token of adieu to Danglars. although the occasion of the entertainment was similar. brought up to hate and execrate the man whom five years of exile would convert into a martyr. however. Chapter 6. The Deputy Procureur du Roi. "I would give a great deal if nothing of the kind had happened. and those belonging to the humblest grade of life. As I before said. Fernand picked it up. "she will take her own. desiring to be rowed on board the Pharaon. is Fernand. at least. and bending his steps towards the Allees de Meillan. My only fear is the chance of Dantes being released. In one of the aristocratic mansions built by Puget in the Rue du Grand Cours opposite the Medusa fountain. "the turn things have taken. and. the company was strikingly dissimilar." "Oh. 37 ." added he with a smile. Do you still feel any desire to stand up in his defence?" "Not the slightest. even." argued Caderousse. addressing Caderousse. then. the present assembly was composed of the very flower of Marseilles society. and you will see that the storm will pass away without in the least affecting us. "So far. he may have sent the letter itself! Fortunately. he leaped into a boat. almost at the same hour with the nuptial repast given by Dantes. I fancied I had destroyed it." "Then you were aware of Dantes being engaged in a conspiracy?" "Not I. But. "all has gone as I would have it. "that I can answer for." replied Caderousse. depend upon it. and younger members of families." So saying. that I had had no hand in it." said Danglars. then. that it will turn out an unlucky job for both of us. How can we be implicated in any way? All we have got to do is. he is in the hands of Justice. temporarily. if that fool of a Caderousse can be persuaded to hold his tongue. let me ask? neither you nor myself. but yet it seems to me a shocking thing that a mere joke should lead to such consequences. with the certainty of being permanently so. you knew very well that I threw the paper into a corner of the room −− indeed. The Deputy Procureur du Roi. or. you know. It seems." "Nonsense! If any harm come of it. 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. Morrel had agreed to meet him. In this case. that I have unconsciously stumbled upon the truth. perhaps. Danglars. there. You will see. And now I think of it. a second marriage feast was being celebrated. and either copied it or caused it to be copied. but Fernand. the handwriting was disguised. and muttering as he went. no. Instead of a rude mixture of sailors. and that. soldiers. where M. after the manner of one whose mind was overcharged with one absorbing idea." said Danglars. by Heavens. mentally." "Amen!" responded Caderousse.The Count of Monte Cristo "You see. moving his head to and fro. you did not. he did not take the trouble of recopying it. commander of the Pharaon. Chapter 6. −− magistrates who had resigned their office during the usurper's reign. I thought the whole thing was a joke. to keep our own counsel. I am. and fifteen of restoration elevate to the rank of a god. it should fall on the guilty person. however. nothing more." "Still. for me.

where unhappily. and is worshipped by his commonplace but ambitions Chapter 6. what supplied the place of those fine qualities. "'tis all my fault for seizing upon M. but. that the Bonapartists had not our sincerity. and that is the shrine of maternal love." "Marquise.The Count of Monte Cristo The guests were still at table. was. were they here. so as to prevent his listening to what you said.' Am I not right. since we were content to follow the fortunes of a falling monarch. −− after having been accustomed to hear the "Vive Napoleons" of a hundred and twenty millions of human beings. there is always one bright smiling spot in the desert of her heart. I shall be delighted to answer. with a profusion of light brown hair. would be compelled to own. This toast. for five centuries religious strife had long given increased bitterness to the violence of party feeling." "Never mind. de Villefort. who have driven us from those very possessions they afterwards purchased for a mere trifle during the Reign of Terror.' while their wretched usurper his been. but −− in truth −− I was not attending to the conversation. separated forever from any fresh connection with France or claim to her throne. while they. marquise!" interposed the old nobleman who had proposed the toast. The emperor. despite her fifty years −− "ah. But there −− now take him −− he is your own for as long as you like. forbidding eye. An old man. let me tell you. excited universal enthusiasm. −− was looked upon here as a ruined man. yes. wealth. snatching their bouquets from their fair bosoms." replied the young man. however all other feelings may be withered in a woman's nature. and station was truly our `Louis the well−beloved. to them their evil genius. It was the Marquis de Saint−Meran. though still noble and distinguished in appearance. and eyes that seemed to float in liquid crystal. "let the young people alone. M. a woman with a stern. now king of the petty Island of Elba. madame. enthusiasm. their `Napoleon the accursed. Renee. glasses were elevated in the air a l'Anglais. "and that was fanaticism. decorated with the cross of Saint Louis. and the heated and energetic conversation that prevailed betrayed the violent and vindictive passions that then agitated each dweller of the South. Villefort?" "I beg your pardon. "Ah. dearest mother. these revolutionists. de Villefort. with a look of tenderness that seemed out of keeping with her harsh dry features. yes. that they rejoiced." said a young and lovely girl. Villefort. and in this they foresaw for themselves the bright and cheering prospect of a revivified political existence. uttered in ten different languages." said M. on the contrary. made their fortune by worshipping the rising sun. "I forgive you. and ever will be. 38 . for whom we sacrificed rank. the military part of the company talked unreservedly of Moscow and Leipsic. recalling at once the patient exile of Hartwell and the peace−loving King of France. an almost poetical fervor prevailed. on one's wedding day there are more agreeable subjects of conversation than dry politics. while the women commented on the divorce of Josephine. however. Napoleon is the Mahomet of the West. and the ladies." replied the marquise. I beg to remind you my mother speaks to you. It was not over the downfall of the man. The magistrates freely discussed their political views. they could not help admitting that the king. "Never mind. In a word. after having held sovereign sway over one−half of the world. counting as his subjects a small population of five or six thousand souls. Villefort. that all true devotion was on our side." said the Marquise de Saint−Meran. now rose and proposed the health of King Louis XVIII. but over the defeat of the Napoleonic idea. I really must pray you to excuse me. or devotion. The Deputy Procureur du Roi." "They had. What I was saying. strewed the table with their floral treasures." "If the marquise will deign to repeat the words I but imperfectly caught.

"'Tis true. what would you call Robespierre? Come. the other elevates the people to a level with the throne. "that my father was a Girondin. probably may still be −− a Bonapartist. it is impossible to expect the son of a Girondin to be free from a small spice of the old leaven. 39 . Remember. madame. that you are talking in a most dreadfully revolutionary strain? But I excuse it." A deep crimson suffused the countenance of Villefort. Villefort!" cried the marquis." "With all my heart. that while my family remained among the stanchest adherents of the exiled princes. without wincing in the slightest degree at the tragic remembrance thus called up." "Dear mother. one is the equality that elevates. that Villefort will be firm and inflexible for the future in his political principles. and that explains how it comes to pass that. "you know very well it was agreed that all these disagreeable reminiscences should forever be laid aside. in proof of which I may remark. and had well−nigh lost his head on the same scaffold on which your father perished. that you will kindly allow the veil of oblivion to cover and conceal the past. "I do not mean to deny that both these men were revolutionary scoundrels. The only difference consists in the opposite character of the equality advocated by these two men. fallen. "but bear in mind. and condescend only to regard the young shoot which has started up at a distance from the parent tree. but also as the personification of equality. and altogether disown his political principles. Villefort. do not strip the latter of his just rights to bestow them on the Corsican. were lucky days for France. had his partisans and advocates. and that at our recommendation the king consented to forget the past." replied the marquise. for instance. What avails recrimination over matters wholly past recall? For my own part. who was not half so bad as Napoleon." replied Villefort. Still." "Suffer me. now. He was −− nay. and that while the Citizen Noirtier was a Girondin." "Nay." replied the marquise. I promise you it affords me as little pleasure to revive it as it does you." said Villefort. "excellently well said! Come. I have hopes of obtaining what I have been for years endeavoring to persuade the marquise to promise. come. a perfect amnesty and forgetfulness of the past. All I ask is. that of Napoleon on the column of the Place Vendome. smiling. any more than the wish. to separate entirely from the stock from which it sprung. that we have pledged ourselves to his majesty for your fealty and strict loyalty. your father lost no time in joining the new government. and that the 9th Thermidor and the 4th of April. I. he was an equal sufferer with yourself during the Reign of Terror. without having the power. as I do" (and Chapter 6. also. then. marquise. the other is the equality that degrades. Napoleon has still retained a train of parasitical satellites. The Deputy Procureur du Roi." "He!" cried the marquise: "Napoleon the type of equality! For mercy's sake. one brings a king within reach of the guillotine. Let what may remain of revolutionary sap exhaust itself and die away with the old trunk. "to add my earnest request to Mademoiselle de Saint−Meran's. and style myself de Villefort. who. Villefort. and is called Noirtier. as I trust he is forever. it has been so with other usurpers −− Cromwell." interposed Renee." answered he. I would place each of these heroes on his right pedestal −− that of Robespierre on his scaffold in the Place Louis Quinze." "True. has usurped quite enough. that our respective parents underwent persecution and proscription from diametrically opposite principles. namely." "Bravo. on the contrary. the Count Noirtier became a senator. Observe.The Count of Monte Cristo followers. in the year 1814. if you please. to my mind." "Do you know. I have laid aside even the name of my father. "let the past be forever forgotten. madame. not only as a leader and lawgiver. am a stanch royalist. but he was not among the number of those who voted for the king's death. also. worthy of being gratefully remembered by every friend to monarchy and civil order. madame.

and Naples." "You have heard. "An island situated on the other side of the equator. who are daily. compels me to be severe." "Then all he has got to do is to endeavor to repair it. "and where is it decided to transfer him?" "To Saint Helena. But bear in mind. madame." "Nay." responded M. Marseilles is filled with half−pay officers.The Count of Monte Cristo here she extended to him her hand) −− "as I now do at your entreaty." returned Villefort. it is a great act of folly to have left such a man between Corsica. I have already successfully conducted several public prosecutions." "Oh. madame. if he be acknowledged as sovereign of France. The Deputy Procureur du Roi." "Well. de Saint−Meran's oldest friends. one of M." "Alas. of which his brother−in−law is king. at least. all it can do is to avenge the wrong done. The king is either a king or no king. he should be upheld in peace and tranquillity. and assassinations in the lower. and chamberlain to the Comte d'Artois. at least two thousand leagues from here. "there are the treaties of 1814. as it is known you belong to a suspected family. As Villefort observes. as well as the times in which we live. think so?" inquired the marquise. getting up quarrels with the royalists. indeed. where he was born. well." replied the count. and face to face with Italy. de Saint−Meran. we shall be rid of Napoleon. "that the Holy Alliance purpose removing him from thence?" "Yes." "Unfortunately. in the Island of Elba. is too near France. and we cannot molest Napoleon without breaking those compacts. and his proximity keeps up the hopes of his partisans. under one frivolous pretext or other." said Villefort. the law is frequently powerless to effect this. "So much the better." "For heaven's sake." Chapter 6. "There wasn't any trouble over treaties when it was a question of shooting the poor Duc d'Enghien. they were talking about it when we left Paris. the sovereignty of which he coveted for his son. that should there fall in your way any one guilty of conspiring against the government." "Do you. "it seems probable that." said the marquise. But we have not done with the thing yet." said the Comte de Salvieux. madame. "my profession." said M. "the strong arm of the law is not called upon to interfere until the evil has taken place. and we must trust to the vigilance of M. perhaps. you will be so much the more bound to visit the offence with rigorous punishment. by the aid of the Holy Alliance. and this can best be effected by employing the most inflexible agents to put down every attempt at conspiracy −− 'tis the best and surest means of preventing mischief. de Salvieux. de Villefort to purify Marseilles of his partisans. we shall find some way out of it. from hence arise continual and fatal duels among the higher classes of persons. fearful of it. and brought the offenders to merited punishment. Napoleon." answered Villefort. "I am." "Unfortunately. where is that?" asked the marquise. 40 .

"it matters very little what is done to them. The Deputy Procureur du Roi. for. "Bravo!" cried one of the guests. "and in the interesting trial that young lady is anxious to witness. at the word of his commander. Of this. Renee." cried a beautiful young creature. M. and alarmed. will scruple more to drive a stiletto into the heart of one he knows to be his personal enemy. The prisoner whom you there see pale." "What would you have? 'Tis like a duel. "you surely are not in earnest. No. I have already recorded sentence of death. I never was in a law−court. instead of shedding tears as at the fictitious tale of woe produced at a theatre. be assured. can you expect for an instant." "Indeed I am. certainly." Renee uttered a smothered exclamation." "For shame. as for parricides. I leave you to judge how far your nerves are calculated to bear you through such a scene. and as though beaten out of all composure by the fire of my eloquence." interposed Renee. agitated. −− is removed from your sight merely to be reconducted to his prison and delivered up to the executioner." replied the young man. I am told it is so very amusing!" "Amusing. five or six times. my dear Villefort!" remarked a third. de Villefort!" said Renee. "inasmuch as. 41 . "don't you see how you are frightening us? −− and yet you laugh." replied the young magistrate with a smile. "that is what I call talking to some purpose. my pride is to see the accused pale. is a parricide upon a fearfully great scale?" Chapter 6. and he who shall plot or contrive aught against the life and safety of the parent of thirty−two millions of souls. that is the very worst offence they could possibly commit. "I mean the trial of the man for murdering his father." said Renee. I would not choose to see the man against whom I pleaded smile. I will not fail to offer you the choice of being present. and who can say how many daggers may be ready sharpened. the prisoner.The Count of Monte Cristo "Oh." said a second. than to slaughter his fellow−creatures. for instance. however. to rush fearlessly on the very bayonets of his foe. you behold in a law−court a case of real and genuine distress −− a drama of life. and only waiting a favorable opportunity to be buried in my heart?" "Gracious heavens. and the cherished friend of Mademoiselle de Saint−Meran. M. one requires the excitement of being hateful in the eyes of the accused. Upon my word. "What a splendid business that last case of yours was. don't you see. against the movers of political conspiracies. the king is the father of his people. that he may recommence his mimic woes on the morrow. instead of −− as is the case when a curtain falls on a tragedy −− going home to sup peacefully with his family. as though in mockery of my words. you killed him ere the executioner had laid his hand upon him. but as regards poor unfortunate creatures whose only crime consists in having mixed themselves up in political intrigues" −− "Why. merely because bidden to do so by one he is bound to obey? Besides. Suppose. becoming more and more terrified. M. the case would only be still more aggravated. and then retiring to rest. in order to lash one's self into a state of sufficient vehemence and power. and such dreadful people as that." "Just the person we require at a time like the present. to have served under Napoleon −− well." "Oh. that should any favorable opportunity present itself. as is more than probable. de Villefort. de Villefort. agitated. that one accustomed. "do try and get up some famous trial while we are at Marseilles. daughter to the Comte de Salvieux. becoming quite pale.

at the present moment. `is a young man of great judgment and discretion. interrupted us by saying. I should myself have recommended the match. Nowadays the military profession is in abeyance and the magisterial robe is the badge of honor. he will confess that they perfectly agree with what his majesty said to him. for instance. had overheard our conversation. The Deputy Procureur du Roi. and embroidery. "that is exactly what I myself said the other day at the Tuileries. de Villefort. "but. de Villefort may prove the moral and political physician of this province." added the incorrigible marquise. "Do you know. you have promised me −− have you not? −− always to show mercy to those I plead for.'" "Is it possible the king could have condescended so far as to express himself so favorably of me?" asked the enraptured Villefort. good Renee. decided preference and conviction." responded the marquise. but. who will be sure to make a figure in his profession. "that M. possibly." "Cedant arma togae. "Well. "you and I will always consult upon our verdicts. M. 42 . when he went six months ago to consult him upon the subject of your espousing his daughter. and that he is. my child." "That is true. with a mournful smile. a firm and zealous friend to religion and order −− a better royalist." answered the marquis. 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. if so. much as he would have done had he been addressing the bench in open court." replied Villefort. placed considerable emphasis on that of Villefort −− `Villefort." "My love. "attend to your doves. Chapter 6. and I assure you he seemed fully to comprehend that this mode of reconciling political differences was based upon sound and excellent principles. as he gazed with unutterable tenderness on the lovely speaker. `Villefort' −− observe that the king did not pronounce the word Noirtier." "Make yourself quite easy on that point. than his son. "I cannot help regretting you had not chosen some other profession than your own −− a physician. while I have no other impulse than warm. "I cannot speak Latin. Do you know I always felt a shudder at the idea of even a destroying angel?" "Dear. "I have already had the honor to observe that my father has −− at least." replied Renee. "Let us hope. I like him much." cried the Comte de Salvieux. my dear Villefort. "I give you his very words." answered Villefort. and if the marquis chooses to be candid. for he has to atone for past dereliction." said the marquise." cried the marquis." said Villefort with a bow. 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. There is a wise Latin proverb that is very much in point. your lap−dogs. had not the noble marquis anticipated my wishes by requesting my consent to it.' said his majesty. he will have achieved a noble work. but do not meddle with what you do not understand. I hope so −− abjured his past errors. with one of his sweetest smiles. "Madame. Then the king." "And one which will go far to efface the recollection of his father's conduct. who. Villefort looked carefully around to mark the effect of his oratory. without our suspecting it." Having made this well−turned speech.The Count of Monte Cristo "I don't know anything about that." whispered Villefort." said Renee. on the contrary.

turning pale. and miserable cheats to fall into M. addressing her. a servant entered the room." "For my part. returned." "And wherefore were you called away just now?" asked Mademoiselle de Saint−Meran. "this letter." cried the marquise. mate of the ship Pharaon. "You were wishing just now. 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 trust your wishes will not prosper. Well." "Just the same as though you prayed that a physician might only be called upon to prescribe for headaches." said Villefort: −− "`The king's attorney is informed by a friend to the throne and the religions institutions of his country." At this moment. with an air of deep interest. after having touched at Naples and Porto−Ferrajo. Ample corroboration of this statement may be obtained by arresting the above−mentioned Edmond Dantes. and that Providence will only permit petty offenders." Chapter 6. which. and whispered a few words in his ear. if my information prove correct. were a conspirator to fall into your hands. "For a very serious matter." said Renee." "How dreadful!" exclaimed Renee. and certainly his handsome features.The Count of Monte Cristo "How much do I owe this gracious prince! What is there I would not do to evince my earnest gratitude!" "That is right. I at least resemble the disciples of Esculapius in one thing −− that of not being able to call a day my own. but to the king's attorney. or has it at his father's abode. and again taken charge of another letter from the usurper to the Bonapartist club in Paris. and the stings of wasps." interposed Renee. "Is it possible?" burst simultaneously from all who were near enough to the magistrate to hear his words. then it will assuredly be discovered in the cabin belonging to the said Dantes on board the Pharaon. "I will read you the letter containing the accusation." said Villefort. measles. is not even addressed to you. seemed formed to excite the innocent admiration with which she gazed on her graceful and intelligent lover. who either carries the letter for Paris about with him. Now. a sort of Bonaparte conspiracy has just been discovered. Renee regarded him with fond affection. −− then I shall be contented. "Why. after all. at least. Villefort immediately rose from table and quitted the room upon the plea of urgent business. he soon. de Villefort's hands. however. "that I were a doctor instead of a lawyer. The Deputy Procureur du Roi. dear mother. 43 . is but an anonymous scrawl. lit up as they then were with more than usual fire and animation. then. or any other slight affection of the epidermis." "Can I believe my ears?" cried the marquise. not even that of my betrothal. poor debtors. which bids fair to make work for the executioner. he would be most welcome. and as though the utterance of Villefort's wish had sufficed to effect its accomplishment.'" "But. his whole face beaming with delight. Should it not be found in the possession of father or son. has been the bearer of a letter from Murat to the usurper. that one named Edmond Dantes. If you wish to see me the king's attorney. this day arrived from Smyrna. "I love to see you thus.

The Examination. "I must try and fancy 'tis your dear hand I kiss. who. "Upon my word. You are the king's servant. "He is at my house. and must go wherever that service calls you. the command of which. if the letter is found. took upon himself to give the necessary orders for arresting the accused party.The Count of Monte Cristo "True. Villefort quitted the room. but if the charges brought against this Bonapartist hero prove correct. Chapter 7 . dear mother. but that gentleman being absent." "And where is the unfortunate being?" asked Renee. "Fear not. you really must give me leave to order his head to be cut off." interrupted the marquise." and receiving a sweet and approving smile in return. why. No sooner had Villefort left the salon." said the marquise." then casting an expressive glance at his betrothed. I pray you pardon this little traitor. I promise you that to make up for her want of loyalty." The young man passed round to the side of the table where the fair pleader sat. then. but not finding me. in spite of the mobility of his countenance. my friend. my sweet Renee. child!" exclaimed the angry marquise. he will not be likely to be trusted abroad again. which seemed to say." "He is in safe custody." "Then the guilty person is absolutely in custody?" said the marquise. for your dear sake my justice shall be tempered with mercy. he sent for me. thinking this one of importance. I will be most inflexibly severe. as much as to say. looked at Renee. "Never mind that foolish girl. like a Chapter 7 44 . You know we cannot yet pronounce him guilty. I promise to show all the lenity in my power. say the accused person. clasping her hands." answered Villefort. "your folly exceeds all bounds. "and rely upon it. "She will soon get over these things. 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. and looking towards her lover with piteous earnestness. Now. −− "To give you pleasure." So saying. Villefort. his secretary. by his orders." "These are mournful auspices to accompany a betrothal. and leaning over her chair said tenderly." "Come. "be merciful on this the day of our betrothal." Renee shuddered. unless he goes forth under the especial protection of the headsman. as it should have been." sighed poor Renee. than he assumed the grave air of a man who holds the balance of life and death in his hands. "Nay. "Nay. madame." "O Villefort!" cried Renee. opened his letters. come. Madame de Saint−Meran extended her dry bony hand to Villefort. while imprinting a son−in−law's respectful salute on it. "do not neglect your duty to linger with us.

the prospect of seeing her fortune increased to half a million at her father's death. carried away by his friendship. Mademoiselle de Saint−Meran's family possessed considerable political influence. and yet be. Gerard de Villefort was as happy as a man could be. exert in his favor. of Marseilles. "you do not know him. I beseech your indulgence for him. At the door he met the commissary of police." "Oh. Morrel reddened. a man. which were very great." At this moment. "and I am now going to examine him. besides. he is very young. monsieur. the first was a royalist." Villefort. monsieur. which they would. but reasonably. who was waiting for him. interceding for another. besides. and I do. not passionately. as we have seen. "I am delighted to see you. monsieur. unless he acted with the greatest prudence. and belonging to Morrel Son. and I will venture to say. there is not a better seaman in all the merchant service. it was by no means easy for him to assume an air of judicial severity. what Dantes had told him of his interview with the grand−marshal. for his own conscience was not quite clear on politics. M. and he had. and replied." said Morrel. the other suspected of Bonapartism. had he ever served in the marines?" "Oh. trading in cotton with Alexandria and Smyrna. it was M. These considerations naturally gave Villefort a feeling of such complete felicity that his mind was fairly dazzled in its contemplation." "How old?" "Nineteen or twenty at the most. he had carefully studied before the glass. while his eyes seemed to plunge into the heart of one who. and what the emperor had said to him. mate on board the three−master the Pharaon. as if he wished to apply them to the owner himself. he held a high official situation. Except the recollection of the line of politics his father had adopted. and as Villefort had arrived at the corner of the Rue des Conseils." "I know it. Is it not true?" The magistrate laid emphasis on these words. sir." replied Villefort. −− Chapter 7 45 . M. and which might interfere. de Villefort. though only twenty−seven. He was about to marry a young and charming woman. of course. politically speaking. He replied. de Villefort. as became a deputy attorney of the king." "We know nothing as yet of the conspiracy. however.The Count of Monte Cristo finished actor. The sight of this officer recalled Villefort from the third heaven to earth. Villefort looked disdainfully at Morrel. whom he loved. had himself need of indulgence. and the best seaman in the merchant service. He is the most estimable. −− "You are aware. Morrel to the plebeian. he composed his face. embarrassed him. The prisoner himself is named Edmond Dantes. Some of your people have committed the strangest mistake −− they have just arrested Edmond Dantes. mate of my vessel. and you have acted rightly in arresting this man. "I have read the letter. now inform me what you have discovered concerning him and the conspiracy. the most trustworthy creature in the world. monsieur. all the papers found have been sealed up and placed on your desk. and besides her personal attractions. The dowry of his wife amounted to fifty thousand crowns." cried he. approached. that a man may be estimable and trustworthy in private life. no. belonged to the aristocratic party at Marseilles. "Ah. and said. a great criminal. as we have before described. Already rich. with his own career. Oh." "Before he entered the merchant service. Morrel. who seemed to have been waiting for him.

Morrel's salon. struck a sympathetic chord in his own bosom −− he also was on the point of being married. "Monsieur. I am on the point of marrying a young girl I have been attached to for three years. at his desk. impunity would furnish a dangerous example. thanks to the corrupt espionage of which "the accused" is always made the victim. He was pale. that his protector thus employs the collective form? He was. but he had been so often warned to mistrust first impulses. disappeared. as if he had been in M. his voice slightly tremulous.The Count of Monte Cristo "I entreat you. "What were you doing at the moment you were arrested?" "I was at the festival of my marriage." As he had now arrived at the door of his own house. "is Dantes then a member of some Carbonari society. arrested in a tavern. in an hour's time. composed his features. and sat down. shuddering in spite of himself. you may rest assured I shall perform my duty impartially." This give us sounded revolutionary in the deputy's ears. that a police agent had given to him on his entry. and give him back to us soon. Villefort traversed the ante−chamber. and that. turning over a pile of papers. impassive as he was. "My name is Edmond Dantes." and he arranged mentally. and that if he be innocent you shall not have appealed to me in vain. which adjoined the Palais de Justice. who stood. as you always are. while seeming to read the thoughts of others. and saluting his judge with easy politeness. it had served to give him an idea of the man he was about to interrogate. but calm and collected. containing information relative to the prisoner. the feelings of compassion that were rising." Rapid as had been Villefort's glance. be. who. "Nineteen. however. and he was summoned from his own happiness to destroy that of another. in company with a great many others. de Saint−Meran's. courage in the dark eye and bent brow." Then he added. ah. An instant after Dantes entered. in this present epoch." thought he. monsieur. if I recollect. The ante−chamber was full of police agents and gendarmes. "I am mate of the Pharaon. "This philosophic reflection. in the midst of whom. be guilty. Morrel Son. as if petrified. and taking a packet which a gendarme offered him. and the tremulous voice of Dantes. He stifled. grim and sombre. M. "Yes." "Your age?" continued Villefort. cast a side glance at Dantes. stood the prisoner. It was then that he encountered for the first time Villefort's look. monsieur. the antithesis by which orators often create a reputation for Chapter 7 46 ." Villefort. Villefort's first impression was favorable. after having. on the spot where Villefort had left him. was struck with this coincidence. should he. forgetting the difference between the two words. coldly saluted the shipowner." replied the young man calmly. that he applied the maxim to the impression. so great was the contrast between that happy moment and the painful ceremony he was now undergoing. he entered. belonging to Messrs. betrays nothing of his own." said the young man. −− that look peculiar to the magistrate. looked round for a seat. already. de Villefort. de Villefort and the radiant face of Mercedes. therefore. "You were at the festival of your marriage?" said the deputy. "Bring in the prisoner. saying. had swelled to voluminous proportions." murmured he. so great was the contrast between the sombre aspect of M. while Dantes awaited further questions." returned Dantes. surprised in the midst of his happiness. "will make a great sensation at M. and frankness in the thick lips that showed a set of pearly teeth. "Ah. "Who and what are you?" demanded Villefort. kind and equitable. but calm and smiling. carefully watched. He had recognized intelligence in the high forehead. and I must do my duty.

Morrel.The Count of Monte Cristo eloquence. I have no part to play. Villefort turned to Dantes. I am hardly nineteen. and if you question them. not as a father. because he was happy. without knowing who the culprit was. who loves you. was smiling also. Villefort's face became so joyous. I shall owe it to M. every word the young man uttered convinced him more and more of his innocence. This lad. −− I love my father. and what you say may possibly be the case. that is. I never had any opinions. and recollected the words of Renee. because then I should be forced to hate them." said Villefort. who. If I obtain the situation I desire. "Alas. you know men better than I do. as if it were an accusation. "he is a noble fellow. the latter. I hope I shall gain Renee's favor easily by obeying the first command she ever imposed on me. somewhat too hasty. they will tell you that they love and respect me. and because happiness renders even the wicked good −− extended his affection even to his judge." "Tell me on which point you desire information. "What would you have me say?" "Give all the information in your power. but private −− are confined to these three sentiment. only. that when he turned to Dantes. "I warn you I know very little." "I have enemies?" replied Dantes. with a smile. but was not sorry to make this inquiry. and I adore Mercedes. With the deputy's knowledge of crime and criminals." said Villefort." "It is reported your political opinions are extreme. that you know. and I will tell all I know. sir. You are about to become captain at nineteen −− an elevated post. at least. but if such persons are among my acquaintances I prefer not to know it. "my position is not sufficiently elevated for that. had besought his indulgence for him. perhaps. but as an elder brother. spite of Villefort's severe look and stern accent. When this speech was arranged. for he was scarcely a man. Morrel. and these two pieces of good fortune may have excited the envy of some one. Dantes seemed full of kindness. sir. Thus all my opinions −− I will not say public. I respect M." said he. sir. I confess. and you see how uninteresting it is." "But you may have excited jealousy. "My political opinions!" replied Dantes." Full of this idea. Villefort gazed at his ingenuous and open countenance. "have you any enemies. "Pardieu. who had never heard anything of the kind." said Villefort." Chapter 7 47 ." "Have you served under the usurper?" "I was about to be mustered into the Royal Marines when he fell. "Sir. is all I can tell you. who had watched the change on his physiognomy." "You are right. natural." As Dantes spoke. you are about to marry a pretty girl. I have had ten or twelve sailors under me. As for my disposition. eloquent with that eloquence of the heart never found when sought for. −− simple. but I have striven to repress it. for I am too young. full of affection for everybody. This." added he. I know nothing. and a sweet kiss in private. "Go on. I shall have at least a pressure of the hand in public.

Whoever did it writes well." said Villefort. I will depart from the strict line of my duty to aid you in discovering the author of this accusation. I am very fortunate. Then. and derive all the honor and profit from it. Villefort saw how much energy lay hid beneath this mildness.' "`I will do it. and I should have been married in an hour. I ordered everybody to remain on board. and charge you with a commission. the next day he died. as after my death the command devolves on you as mate. had I not been arrested on this charge which you as well as I now see to be unjust. As I had expected. looking gratefully at Villefort. Morrel. internally." "And what did you do then?" "What I ought to have done.' said he. It was time −− two hours after he was delirious. and he was so anxious to arrive at Elba. in a word I was. I hope she would be satisfied. disembark at Porto−Ferrajo. 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. whom I found more lovely than ever." added he. Everywhere the last requests of a dying man are sacred. when we quitted Naples." "Well. you should always strive to see clearly around you.' replied I. and would no longer call me a decapitator. "Now.' said the captain. feeling he was dying.The Count of Monte Cristo "You are wrong. and was instantly admitted. and hastened to visit my affianced bride. "to be examined by such a man as you. captain. I landed here. and what every one would have done in my place. `swear to perform what I am going to tell you. he called me to him. and to−morrow I intended to start for Paris. monsieur.' "`I swear. all the forms were got over. as the latter had told me. for it is a matter of the deepest importance. gave me a letter to carry on to a person in Paris. A cloud passed over his brow as he said." said the deputy. I do not know the writing. ask for the grand−marshal. I swear by my honor as a sailor. As we had no doctor on board. Here is the paper. You seem a worthy young man. at my marriage−feast. Villefort drew the letter from his pocket. Dantes read it. assume the command. give him this letter −− perhaps they will give you another letter. but as one man to another who takes an interest in him. "If Renee could see me. do you know the writing?" As he spoke. his disorder rose to such a height. but with a sailor the last requests of his superior are commands. I sailed for the Island of Elba. "answer me frankly. by the life of my father" −− "Speak. "None at all. by my love for Mercedes. and. and went on shore alone. Thanks to M. `My dear Dantes." Chapter 7 48 . I undertook it because it was what my captain had bade me do. and yet it is tolerably plain. You will accomplish what I was to have done. I found some difficulty in obtaining access to the grand−marshal. regulated the affairs of the vessel. but I sent the ring I had received from the captain to him. Captain Leclere was attacked with a brain fever. −− "No. and presented it to Dantes. as I told you. 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. where I arrived the next day. At these words he gave me a ring. that he would not touch at any other port. "`Well. He questioned me concerning Captain Leclere's death. that at the end of the third day. and bear up for the Island of Elba. for this envious person is a real enemy. I will tell you the real facts. monsieur. and remove every difficulty." And by the rapid glance that the young man's eyes shot forth. not as a prisoner to a judge. captain.

at which he glanced with an expression of terror." replied Villefort. sir. Noirtier. "Yes. "I am free. "a faithful servant of the king does not know conspirators. "Oh." "Stop a moment. I was entirely ignorant of the contents of the letter. Rue Coq−Heron. Noirtier?" "Everybody. If you have been culpable. already told you. sir?" cried Dantes joyfully." said Dantes. now began to feel a tenfold alarm. Paris. Give up this letter you have brought from Elba. becoming still more pale. 13." murmured he. and addressed to M. but raised his head at the expiration of a few seconds. as Dantes took his hat and gloves." Had a thunderbolt fallen into the room. far too much. for it was taken from me with some others which I see in that packet. then?" asked Dantes. "stay where you are." "You have it already. "M. Rue Coq−Heron." "Yes. and not you. "what is the matter?" Villefort made no answer. sir. but you knew the name of the person to whom it was addressed." said the deputy." said Villefort. After reading the letter." said Villefort. "but what is the matter? You are ill −− shall I ring for assistance? −− shall I call?" "No." said Villefort." murmured Villefort. "Yes. and go and rejoin your friends. then. it was imprudence. except the person who gave it to me. No. "do you know him?" "No. "I have. however. "this seems to me the truth. and this imprudence was in obedience to the orders of your captain. Villefort could not have been more stupefied." said Dantes. "I was forced to read the address to know to whom to give it. and hastily turning over the packet. his white lips and clinched teeth filled Dantes with apprehension. Villefort covered his face with his hands. drew forth the fatal letter. rising hastily. and pass your word you will appear should you be required. but first give me this letter. "To whom is it addressed?" "To Monsieur Noirtier. "And you say that you are ignorant of the contents of this letter?" "I give you my word of honor. who after believing himself free." said Dantes timidly. growing still paler." "Have you shown this letter to any one?" asked Villefort." "Everybody is ignorant that you are the bearer of a letter from the Island of Elba. and again perused the letter.The Count of Monte Cristo "Ah." "It is a conspiracy. "To no one. He sank into his seat. Villefort's brow darkened more and more. It is for me to give orders here." "And that was too much. on my honor." Chapter 7 49 .

"Oh. I will deny it. answer me." said he. glancing toward the grate." "Speak." Villefort made a violent effort. The principal charge against you is this letter. Should any one else interrogate you. it was a temporary indisposition. say to him what you have said to me." "I promise. and waited until it was entirely consumed. "if you doubt me. −− "Sir. but do not breathe a word of this letter." cried Dantes. but advice I give you. "I am no longer able. I must consult the trial justice." Dantes waited. "the letter is destroyed." "Listen." continued Villefort." "Well.The Count of Monte Cristo "Monsieur. for the third time." "Oh. "you have been rather a friend than a judge. but I will strive to make it as short as possible. if he knows the contents of this!" murmured he. deny all knowledge of it −− deny it boldly. "you are goodness itself." replied Dantes proudly." "Oh. before doing so. I am lost!" And he fixed his eyes upon Edmond as if he would have penetrated his thoughts. command. and in a tone he strove to render firm." "I shall detain you until this evening in the Palais de Justice. read the letter. "In heaven's name!" cried the unhappy young man. this is not a command. and you see" −− Villefort approached the fire. passed his hand over his brow. and the prisoner who reassured him. Attend to yourself. "Oh." "It was the only letter you had?" "It was. I will answer you." Chapter 7 50 . and. as I had hoped." continued he. I must detain you some time longer. should you. "You see. you and I alone know of its existence. what my own feeling is you already know. it is impossible to doubt it. question me. therefore. "You see. and you are saved." "Be satisfied. and I will follow your advice. I destroy it?" "Oh. and I will obey. expecting a question. be questioned." "Listen." "I want none. "and that Noirtier is the father of Villefort." exclaimed Dantes. where fragments of burnt paper fluttered in the flames. "it was only to summon assistance for you. suddenly." "Swear it. "you can now have confidence in me after what I have done. moist with perspiration." cried he. cast it in. but in vain." It was Villefort who seemed to entreat. Villefort fell back on his chair. to restore you immediately to liberty. monsieur.

Dantes saw a door with an iron wicket. Hardly had the door closed when Villefort threw himself half−fainting into a chair. but grated and barred. "Is this carriage for me?" said Dantes." The conviction that they came from M. a smile played round his set mouth. a key turned in the lock. and the prisoner was soon buried in darkness. as we have said. By the torchlight Dantes saw the glittering sabres and carbines of four gendarmes. He had advanced at first. At last. The commissary took up an iron mallet and knocked thrice." replied a gendarme. to which the officer replied by a motion of his head. and a flood of light from two torches pervaded the apartment. besides. must your past career always interfere with my successes?" Suddenly a light passed over his face. de Villefort relieved all Dantes' apprehensions. the deputy procureur hastened to the house of his betrothed. the coachman was on the box. alas. A carriage waited at the door. "and from this letter. Oh. A door that communicated with the Palais de Justice was opened. The Chateau D'If.The Count of Monte Cristo "I swear it. After numberless windings." replied a gendarme. made a sign to two gendarmes. "Alas." said he. "This will do. "By the orders of the deputy procureur?" "I believe so. Villefort whispered some words in his ear. the massy oaken door flew open. Dantes saluted Villefort and retired. which might have ruined me. −− a sombre edifice." And after having assured himself that the prisoner was gone. about ten o'clock. resounded still in his ears like a promise of freedom. who placed themselves one on Dantes' right and the other on his left. "if the procureur himself had been at Marseilles I should have been ruined. Chapter 8. the 1st of March. "Yes. and just as Dantes began to despair. "Are you come to fetch me?" asked he. who seemed to interest himself so much. Now to the work I have in hand. The obscurity augmented the acuteness of his hearing. Chapter 8. steps were heard in the corridor. at the slightest sound he rose and hastened to the door." murmured he. "Follow him." said Villefort to Dantes. It was four o'clock when Dantes was placed in this chamber. and they went through a long range of gloomy corridors. This accursed letter would have destroyed all my hopes. He was conducted to a tolerably neat chamber. "It is for you. and placed himself in the centre of the escort. every blow seeming to Dantes as if struck on his heart. the two gendarmes gently pushed him forward. and his haggard eyes were fixed in thought. The Chateau D'If. but thick and mephitic. 51 . that from its grated windows looks on the clock−tower of the Accoules. the words of Villefort. my father. did not greatly alarm him. the bolts creaked. and its appearance. but the sound died away. The door opened. I will make my fortune. The Palais de Justice communicated with the prison. The air he inhaled was no longer pure. and Dantes sank again into his seat. It was. therefore. he advanced calmly. as he traversed the ante−chamber. and a police officer sat beside him." Villefort rang. −− he was in prison. and the door closed with a loud sound behind him. but stopped at the sight of this display of force. The commissary of police. A police agent entered. convinced they were about to liberate him. whose appearance might have made even the boldest shudder.

The Count of Monte Cristo Dantes was about to speak. They advanced towards a boat." Dantes. were now off the Anse du Pharo. he had nothing to apprehend? Had not Villefort in his presence destroyed the fatal letter. and about to double the battery. Dantes saw they were passing through the Rue Caisserie. without speaking a word. he had changed his prison for another that was conveying him he knew not whither. answered Dantes' question. The soldiers looked at Dantes with an air of stupid curiosity. for he passed before La Reserve. and. He was not bound. where he had that morning been so happy. and by the Rue Saint−Laurent and the Rue Taramis. which was locked. "Can all this force be summoned on my account?" thought he. Through the grating. The Chateau D'If. and was in an instant seated inside between two gendarmes. and four sturdy oarsmen impelled it rapidly towards the Pilon. The two gendarmes who were opposite to him descended first. he thought. they were going to leave him on some distant point. he mounted the steps. and prayed fervently. 52 . Soon he saw the lights of La Consigne. a dozen soldiers came out and formed themselves in order. had not the deputy. Besides. "Whither are you taking me?" asked he. "You will soon know. and so he remained silent. The officer opened the door. The carriage stopped. They had passed the Tete de Morte. trained in discipline. told him that provided he did not pronounce the dreaded name of Noirtier. for he saw between the ranks of the soldiers a passage formed from the carriage to the port. the chain that closes the mouth of the port was lowered and in a second they were. This manoeuvre was incomprehensible to Dantes. who were forbidden to reply. near the quay. nor had they made any attempt to handcuff him. to the port. while the officer stationed himself at the bow. this seemed a good augury. and having neither the power nor the intention to resist. the officer descended. there was no vessel at anchor outside the harbor. striving to pierce through the darkness. In an instant he was placed in the stern−sheets of the boat. in the Frioul and outside the inner harbor. and the carriage rolled heavily over the stones. Dantes saw the reflection of their muskets by the light of the lamps on the quay. however. The most vague and wild thoughts passed through his mind. raised his eyes to heaven. the only proof against him? He waited silently. but he soon sighed. who had been so kind to him." "But still" −− "We are forbidden to give you any explanation. The boat they were in could not make a long voyage. between the gendarmes. which a custom−house officer held by a chain. Chapter 8. but feeling himself urged forward. perhaps. Dantes folded his hands. approached the guardhouse. the two others took their places opposite. The prisoner's first feeling was of joy at again breathing the pure air −− for air is freedom. At a shout from the boat. then he was ordered to alight and the gendarmes on each side of him followed his example. a shove sent the boat adrift. and now through the open windows came the laughter and revelry of a ball. knew that nothing would be more absurd than to question subordinates. as Dantes knew. The prisoner glanced at the windows −− they were grated. The boat continued her voyage.

you must know. and yet you do not know where you are going?" "On my honor. A loud cry could be heard by her. "I see no great harm in telling him now. 53 . when he saw rise within a hundred yards of him the black and frowning rock on which stands the Chateau d'If. they had shipped their oars and hoisted sail. What would his guards think if they heard him shout like a madman? He remained silent. −− "You are a native of Marseilles." "Your orders do not forbid your telling me what I must know in ten minutes. seemed to Dantes like a scaffold to a malefactor. In spite of his repugnance to address the guards. "what are we going there for?" The gendarme smiled. in half an hour. "I adjure you. You see I cannot escape. to tell me where we are going. −− "Comrade." Dantes rose and looked forward. even if I intended." and the gendarme replied." "Look round you then. The Chateau D'If.The Count of Monte Cristo They had left the Ile Ratonneau." said he." "Have you no idea whatever?" "None at all. tell me where you are conducting me. the boat went on. a loyal Frenchman. which has for more than three hundred years furnished food for so many wild legends." "Unless you are blind. Dantes turned and perceived that they had got out to sea. I have no idea. or have never been outside the harbor. or an hour." "I do not. and were now opposite the Point des Catalans." "That is impossible. on the right." "But my orders. his eyes fixed upon the light. Chapter 8. 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." The gendarme looked irresolutely at his companion. the boat was now moving with the wind. But pride restrained him and he did not utter it. Tell me. for it was there Mercedes dwelt. While he had been absorbed in thought. where the lighthouse stood. and taking his hand. and I promise you on my honor I will submit to my fate. thought accused of treason. as a Christian and a soldier." "I swear to you it is true. An intervening elevation of land hid the light. and Dantes saw that it came from Mercedes' chamber. Dantes turned to the nearest gendarme. but the prisoner thought only of Mercedes. It seemed to the prisoner that he could distinguish a feminine form on the beach. I entreat. and a sailor. This gloomy fortress. who returned for answer a sign that said. Mercedes was the only one awake in the whole settlement. "The Chateau d'If?" cried he. I am Captain Dantes.

and that they were mooring the boat. but I will not disobey the second. death in a boat from the hand of a gendarme seemed too terrible." said he. But he bethought him of M. placing his knee on his chest. and good thick walls. he knew vaguely that he was ascending a flight of steps. turnkeys. who felt the muzzle against his temple. but gnashing his teeth and wringing his hands with fury. de Villefort's promise. "a governor. my friend. Dantes made no resistance. One of the sailors leaped on shore. Are there any magistrates or judges at the Chateau d'If?" "There are only. "that I am taken to the Chateau d'If to be imprisoned there?" "It is probable. He remained motionless. but four vigorous arms seized him as his feet quitted the bottom of the boat." "And so. and that the door closed behind him. At this moment the boat came to a landing with a violent shock. forced him to rise. during which he strove to collect his thoughts. "You think. come. and of so ending the unexpected evil that had overtaken him. do not look so astonished. "it is only used for political prisoners. he was conscious that he passed through a door. he was in a court surrounded by high walls. and dragged him towards the steps that lead to the gate of the fortress. in spite of M. without any formality?" "All the formalities have been gone through." Dantes pressed the gendarme's hand as though he would crush it. He looked around. then. The Chateau D'If." "Without any inquiry. I will blow your brains out. but there is no occasion to squeeze so hard. comrades. he heard the measured tread of sentinels. "but I know we are taking you to the Chateau d'If. which the gendarme's practiced eye had perceived. and." And he levelled his carbine at Dantes. and if you move. "believe soft−spoken gentlemen again! Harkye. Dantes sprang forward to precipitate himself into the sea. But what are you doing? Help. His guards. For a moment the idea of struggling crossed his mind. de Villefort promised you. "Good!" said the gendarme. but all this indistinctly as through a mist." said the gendarme.The Count of Monte Cristo "I am not going there to be imprisoned. a garrison. taking him by the arms and coat−collar. besides. and Dantes guessed they were at the end of the voyage. de Villefort's promises?" "I do not know what M. a cord creaked as it ran through a pulley. which the prisoners look upon with utter despair." said the gendarme. He fell back cursing with rage. 54 . or you will make me think you are laughing at me in return for my good nature. while the police officer carrying a musket with fixed bayonet followed behind. He did not even see the ocean. Come. I have disobeyed my first order. he was like a man in a dream: he saw soldiers drawn up on the embankment. the inquiry is already made. I have committed no crime. and as they passed before the light he saw the barrels of their muskets shine." said Dantes. help!" By a rapid movement. They halted for a minute. that terrible barrier against freedom. Chapter 8.

the jailer disappeared. Edmond started. and stretched forth his hands towards the open door. I will take him to his cell. have gained the shore. and without sleep. One thought in particular tormented him: namely. the gendarmes released him. and the governor is asleep. water. with orders to leave Dantes where he was. In the meantime there is bread. He had no fears as to how he should live −− good seamen are welcome everywhere. "Where is the prisoner?" said a voice." said he. He touched him on the shoulder. an under−jailer. weeping bitterly. and that is all a prisoner can wish for." "Go!" said the gendarmes. he would have been free. he cast himself on the ground. whose bare and reeking walls seemed as though impregnated with tears. and. a dozen times. that during his journey hither he had sat so still. but walked round and round the cell like a wild beast in its cage. and Spanish like a Castilian. "Have you not slept?" said the jailer. and fresh straw. The jailer advanced. thrusting Dantes forward. but the door closed. he may change you. "I do not know. Dantes followed him with his eyes." "Do you wish for anything?" "I wish to see the governor. concealed himself until the arrival of a Genoese or Spanish vessel. To−morrow. They seemed awaiting orders. escaped to Spain or Italy. as if fixed there. He found the prisoner in the same position. Certain Dantes could not escape. 55 . he scarcely tasted food. thanks to his powers of swimming. whereas he might. "Are you hungry?" continued he. The day passed thus. and happy with Mercedes and his father. who led him into a room almost under ground. "Here is your chamber for to−night. and showed Dantes the features of his conductor. Dantes was alone in darkness and in silence −− cold as the shadows that he felt breathe on his burning forehead." And before Dantes could open his mouth −− before he had noticed where the jailer placed his bread or the water −− before he had glanced towards the corner where the straw was. for which he was famous. All his emotion then burst forth. and of sullen appearance. "It is late." replied Dantes. his eyes swollen with weeping. "Here. perhaps. taking with him the lamp and closing the door. "Let him follow me. He spoke Italian like a Tuscan. leaving stamped upon the prisoner's mind the dim reflection of the dripping walls of his dungeon. The jailer stared. The orders came. The prisoner followed his guide. a lamp placed on a stool illumined the apartment faintly. have plunged into the sea. where Mercedes and his father could have joined him. whereas he was now confined in the Chapter 8. ill−clothed. Goodnight. "I do not know.The Count of Monte Cristo They waited upwards of ten minutes." The jailer shrugged his shoulders and left the chamber." replied the gendarmes. Dantes appeared not to perceive him. He had passed the night standing. With the first dawn of day the jailer returned. The Chateau D'If. and asking himself what crime he had committed that he was thus punished.

The Count of Monte Cristo Chateau d'If." "Ah. I wish to see him at once. "Well. and all this because he had trusted to Villefort's promise." "How long has he left it?" "Two years. but if you are very well behaved you will be allowed to walk about. and as every prisoner is worth ten sous a day to his jailer. 56 . he replied in a more subdued tone. ignorant of the future destiny of his father and Mercedes. I shall die of hunger −− that is all. The thought was maddening." The jailer saw by his tone he would be happy to die. "What you ask is impossible. then?" Chapter 8. The Chateau D'If." said the jailer." "Was he liberated. it was by always offering a million of francs to the governor for his liberty that an abbe became mad. "how long shall I have to wait?" "Ah. then. but I wish to see the governor." "What is allowed. and leave to walk about. who was in this chamber before you." said Edmond. then?" "Better fare. books." "I do not want books." asked Dantes. a month −− six months −− a year. if you pay for it. "if you do not. I am satisfied with my food. I will not bring you any more to eat." "Well." "I have already told you it was impossible." "You think so?" "Yes." "But." "Why so?" "Because it is against prison rules. and prisoners must not even ask for it. that impregnable fortress. that is his affair. and if he chooses to reply. cheer up." "It is too long a time. and Dantes threw himself furiously down on his straw. or you will be mad in a fortnight. and do not care to walk about. The next morning at the same hour. the jailer came again. we have an instance here." said the jailer. and some day you will meet the governor. is there anything that I can do for you?" "I wish to see the governor. "Come. "are you more reasonable to−day?" Dantes made no reply. "do not always brood over what is impossible." "If you worry me by repeating the same thing.

" "Are we threatened with a fresh Reign of Terror?" asked another. I should lose my place. at the Catalans." said the corporal." said Dantes." said he. The jailer was right. "Well. "I am not an abbe." "Threats!" cried the jailer. "By the governor's orders. then." said Villefort." "If I took them." returned Dantes." said the jailer. Villefort had. retreating and putting himself on the defensive. and on entering the house found that the guests whom he had left at table were taking coffee in the salon. Chapter 9. The Evening of the Betrothal." Dantes whirled the stool round his head. The door closed." "Well. I will make you another offer. Guardian of the State. "all right. and returned in an instant with a corporal and four soldiers. who followed passively. as we have said. I will some day hide myself behind the door. what is the matter?" said one. hastened back to Madame de Saint−Meran's in the Place du Grand Cours. if you refuse at least to tell Mercedes I am here. I will send word to the governor. dropping the stool and sitting on it as if he were in reality mad. because I have it not." "To the dungeon. he was put in a dungeon. I am not. but. and he was thrust in. "Has the Corsican ogre broken loose?" cried a third. there are dungeons here. "Speak out. Will the marquis honor me by a few moments' private conversation?" Chapter 9. since you will have it so." The soldiers seized Dantes. so that I should be a great fool to run such a risk for three hundred. He descended fifteen steps. and when you enter I will dash out your brains with this stool. Brutus. 57 . "Marquise. "you are certainly going mad. but at present.The Count of Monte Cristo "No." "Listen!" said Dantes. fortunately. and Dantes advanced with outstretched hands until he touched the wall. mad enough to tie up. which is worth two thousand francs a year. all right. but I will give you a hundred crowns if. and his entrance was followed by a general exclamation. "Yes. and in three days you will be like him. anxiously awaiting him. Royalist. and give her two lines from me. the first time you go to Marseilles." "Very well. "All right. Decapitator. perhaps I shall be. he then sat down in the corner until his eyes became accustomed to the darkness. Renee was. The Evening of the Betrothal. The abbe began like you. approaching his future mother−in−law. unfortunately. and the door of a dungeon was opened. "I request your pardon for thus leaving you. Dantes wanted but little of being utterly mad. The jailer went out. with all the rest of the company. I am not mad. "conduct the prisoner to the tier beneath. "mark this. we must put the madman with the madmen. and were detected. you will seek out a young girl named Mercedes." "What is that?" "I do not offer you a million.

please. but have you any landed property?" "All my fortune is in the funds. Now." "But how can I sell out here?" "You have it broker. then!" And. madame." The marquis took his arm. marquis. then. seven or eight hundred thousand francs." "Then give me a letter to him. or you will lose it all. is an official secret." "To the king?" "Yes. "Alas. turning to Renee. it is really a serious matter. "judge for yourself if it be not important. so. are you going?" asked the marquise. perhaps even now I shall arrive too late. "tell me what it is?" "An affair of the greatest importance. excuse the indiscretion. and tell him to sell out without an instant's delay.The Count of Monte Cristo "Ah. marquis. "So serious that I must take leave of you for a few days. ordering him to sell out at the market price." asked he. a friend of mine is going there to−night. "I must!" "Where. placing the letter in his pocketbook. unable to hide her emotion at this unexpected announcement. The Evening of the Betrothal." "The deuce you say!" replied the marquis. he wrote a letter to his broker." Chapter 9. "I must have another!" "To whom?" "To the king. that demands my immediate presence in Paris. and will with pleasure undertake them." returned Villefort. then." "Then sell out −− sell out. and they left the salon. "You wish to speak to me alone?" said the marquis. then?" asked the marquis. "Now. but if you have any commissions for Paris. let us go to the library." The guests looked at each other. "let us lose no time. remarking the cloud on Villefort's brow." added he. have you not?" "Yes. sitting down. as soon as they were by themselves. "Well. "Yes." "You are going to leave us?" cried Renee. 58 ." "I dare not write to his majesty." said Villefort. "That.

that would occasion a loss of precious time. Chapter 9. I tell you. I will call Salvieux and make him write the letter. The Evening of the Betrothal. Villefort uttered a sigh that was almost a sob." The marquis rang. but ask M. that I may know whether he is alive or dead. I want a letter that will enable me to reach the king's presence without all the formalities of demanding an audience. who. and closed the door. As Villefort drew near. mademoiselle. "is a great criminal. he carried the arrow in his wound. de Salvieux to do so. then. and Villefort instantly recognized her." "You will find them both here. at least. he is no longer in my hands." "Tell your coachman to stop at the door. she advanced and stood before him. and he the accused. But remorse is not thus banished. 59 . "I shall be gone only a few moments. he pushed by her. "The young man you speak of. "But." "In that case go and get ready. as Villefort strove to pass her. but reflecting that the sight of the deputy procureur running through the streets would be enough to throw the whole city into confusion." "Be as quick as possible. and sank into a chair. And desirous of putting an end to the interview. and can procure you audience at any hour of the day or night. had come unobserved to inquire after him." said Villefort abruptly." "You will present my excuses to the marquise and Mademoiselle Renee. "I do not know." "Now. he has the right of entry at the Tuileries." replied Villefort." said she. for the king will not forget the service I do him. Her beauty and high bearing surprised him.The Count of Monte Cristo "I do not ask you to write to his majesty. marquis. go. and I can do nothing for him. "Say to the Comte de Salvieux that I would like to see him. It was Mercedes. tell me where he is." Mercedes burst into tears. The keeper would leave me in the background. I must be on the road in a quarter of an hour. a servant entered." "A thousand thanks −− and now for the letter." Villefort hastily quitted the apartment. and. and." "Doubtless." "But address yourself to the keeper of the seals. and when she inquired what had become of her lover. arrived at the salon. but there is no occasion to divide the honors of my discovery with him. it seemed to him that she was the judge. At his door he perceived a figure in the shadow that seemed to wait for him. and take all the glory to himself. hearing no news of her lover. my fortune is made if I only reach the Tuileries the first. Dantes had spoken of Mercedes. like Virgil's wounded hero. as if to exclude the pain he felt. whom I leave on such a day with great regret. again addressed him. and can make your farewells in person." said the marquis. he resumed his ordinary pace.

but here was an innocent man whose happiness he had destroyed: in this case he was not the judge. at length. "In the name of God. emptied all the gold it contained into his pocket. Fernand. Alas. The Evening of the Betrothal. he had shut himself up with two bottles of black currant brandy. He started when he saw Renee. "Ah. leading his affianced bride by the hand. and bringing with him remorse. or if they do. hastily opened one of the drawers of his desk. turning towards Fernand. not such as the ancients figured. but the report was already in circulation that Dantes was arrested as a Bonapartist agent. you are there. Villefort knew not when he should return. and which had hitherto been unknown to him. but she paid no heed to the darkness. because they were guilty. who came to tell him that the travelling carriage was in readiness. like M. and fill him with vague apprehensions. and became too intoxicated to fetch any more drink. appeared to him pale and threatening. Villefort found the marquise and Renee in waiting. while spectres danced in the Chapter 9. her emotions were wholly personal: she was thinking only of Villefort's departure. Meanwhile what of Mercedes? She had met Fernand at the corner of the Rue de la Loge. It is thus that a wounded man trembles instinctively at the approach of the finger to his wound until it be healed. she had returned to the Catalans. and the door was opened only by Villefort's valet. and yet not so intoxicated as to forget what had happened. and had despairingly cast herself on her couch. M. and had returned home in despair. for he fancied she was again about to plead for Dantes. he felt the sensation we have described. The hapless Dantes was doomed. declaring that the matter was serious and that nothing more could be done. I conjure you to restore me my affianced husband. from his chair. Grief had made her blind to all but one object −− that was Edmond. he met with nothing but refusal. he sprang into the carriage. and he had gone to all his friends. or the fair Mercedes had entered and said. Morrel. and as the most sanguine looked upon any attempt of Napoleon to remount the throne as impossible. took her hand. The lamp went out for want of oil. but Villefort's was one of those that never close. If at this moment the sweet voice of Renee had sounded in his ears pleading for mercy. and the influential persons of the city. Then he had a moment's hesitation. and he left her at the moment he was about to become her husband. and yet the slightest shadow of remorse had never clouded Villefort's brow. far from pleading for Dantes. muttered a few inarticulate sounds. or rather sprang. The man he sacrificed to his ambition. his hand pressed to his head. de Saint−Meran's. and owing to his irresistible eloquence they had been condemned. Caderousse was equally restless and uneasy. he believed so." said she. Morrel had not readily given up the fight." returned Fernand sorrowfully. and covered it with kisses that Mercedes did not even feel.The Count of Monte Cristo Then the first pangs of an unending torture seized upon his heart. With his elbows on the table he sat between the two empty bottles. but instead of seeking. perceiving that his servant had placed his cloak on his shoulders. ordering the postilions to drive to M. furious and terrible. at least. She passed the night thus. "I have not quitted you since yesterday. As he thus reflected. but no voice broke the stillness of the chamber. hated the man whose crime separated her from her lover. He had learned that Dantes had been taken to prison. arise in his bosom. to aid Dantes. but the executioner. As the marquis had promised. He had frequently called for capital punishment on criminals. in the hope of drowning reflection. and then. and Renee. only close to reopen more agonizing than ever. kneeling by her side. but she knew not that it was day. that innocent victim immolated on the altar of his father's faults. stood motionless an instant. but that slow and consuming agony whose pangs are intensified from hour to hour up to the very moment of death. and dawn came. Villefort rose. But he did not succeed. 60 . She loved Villefort." his cold and trembling hands would have signed his release.

Danglars was one of those men born with a pen behind the ear. like black. so well known as having been the favorite closet of Napoleon and Louis XVIII. my dear Blacas?" "Sire. and exceedingly gentlemanly attire. de Blacas." replied Louis XVIII." replied the king. and slept in peace. 61 . "I think you are wrongly informed. There.. The King's Closet at the Tuileries. sire. he could increase the sum total of his own desires. Chapter 10. Louis XVIII. Chapter 10. fantastic dust. the king.. he was particularly attached. embraced Renee. We will leave Villefort on the road to Paris. kissed the marquise's hand. and with a king as full of foresight as your majesty.." Man of ability as he was. "That I am exceedingly disquieted. after having received M. and meanwhile making a marginal note in a volume of Gryphius's rather inaccurate. Danglars alone was content and joyous −− he had got rid of an enemy and made his own situation on the Pharaon secure. it is very fine weather in that direction. and passing through two or three apartments. I have every reason to believe that a storm is brewing in the south. The life of a man was to him of far less value than a numeral. sir" −− said the king. Old Dantes was dying with anxiety to know what had become of Edmond. with gray hair. who will bring you back a faithful report as to the feeling in these three provinces?" "Caninus surdis. was carelessly listening to a man of fifty or fifty−two years of age. Villefort. travelling −− thanks to trebled fees −− with all speed. but much sought−after. But we know very well what had become of Edmond. Provence. scarcity is not a thing to be feared. my dear duke. and shaken that of the marquis. on the contrary.The Count of Monte Cristo light of the unsnuffed candle −− spectres such as Hoffmann strews over his punch−drenched pages. and to which. The King's Closet at the Tuileries. continuing the annotations in his Horace. especially when. "Sire. liked a pleasant jest. seated before a walnut table he had brought with him from Hartwell. and Dauphine." continued M. Louis XVIII. started for Paris along the Aix road. trusty men. aristocratic bearing. enter at the Tuileries the little room with the arched window. for that would only betoken for us seven years of plenty and seven years of scarcity. He went to bed at his usual hour." "Then of what other scourge are you afraid. from one of those fancies not uncommon to great people. and an inkstand in place of a heart." "Really. sire. by taking it away. edition of Horace −− a work which was much indebted to the sagacious observations of the philosophical monarch. have you had a vision of the seven fat kine and the seven lean kine?" "No. will your majesty send into Languedoc. and now of Louis Philippe. and know positively that. Everything with him was multiplication or subtraction. de Salvieux' letter." "Well. "if it only be to reassure a faithful servant. "You say.

−− let us see." "My dear Blacas." continued Louis XVIII. another note on the margin of his Horace. "I am compelled to tell you that these are not mere rumors destitute of foundation which thus disquiet me. You will find yesterday's report of the minister of police. "you with your alarms prevent me from working. with repressed smile. who had for a moment the hope of sacrificing Villefort to his own profit. wrote. there. and tell the duke all you know −− the latest news of M." and M. sire. Baron. −− "Go on. for I have such a delightful note on the Pastor quum traheret −− wait. and charged by me to watch over the south" (the duke hesitated as he pronounced these words). Dandre. "has arrived by post to tell me that a great peril threatens the king.The Count of Monte Cristo "Sire. or. do not conceal anything. and said. I mean on my left −− yes. still annotating. But here is M." There was a brief pause. −− "Has your majesty perused yesterday's report?" Chapter 10. de Bonaparte. and I will listen to you afterwards. "Come in. entered. "your majesty may be perfectly right in relying on the good feeling of France." M." "And you." said the king. laughing. but a serious−minded man.." said Blacas. and we may expect to have issuing thence flaming and bristling war −− bella. in a hand as small as possible. at least. announced by the chamberlain−in−waiting. "Does your majesty wish me to drop the subject?" "By no means. horrida bella. my dear duke. Dandre himself." "Which?" "Whichever you please −− there to the left." replied the courtier. in order that he might seem to comprehend the quotation. and then looking at the duke with the air of a man who thinks he has an idea of his own. but just stretch out your hand.. 62 . and you are looking to the right. my dear duke. the Island of Elba is a volcano. sire?" "l tell you to the left. my dear sir. go on −− I listen. "come in. prevent me from sleeping with your security. however serious." "Mala ducis avi domum." "Wait." "Sire. said. wait a moment. but I fear I am not altogether wrong in dreading some desperate attempt." said Louis XVIII. and so I hastened to you. sire." "By whom?" "By Bonaparte." "Here. deserving all my confidence. during which Louis XVIII. Dandre leaned very respectfully on the back of a chair with his two hands. by his adherents. while he is only commenting upon the idea of another. The King's Closet at the Tuileries.

what the report contains −− give him the particulars of what the usurper is doing in his islet. therefore. and pausing for a moment from the voluminous scholiast before him. flinging stones in the water and when the flint makes `duck−and−drake' five or six times. let us proceed. but tell the duke himself." said the baron to the duke. what think you of this?" inquired the king triumphantly. lest another should reap all the benefit of the disclosure. looking at the king and Dandre." "In what way converted?" "To good principles." "And scratches himself for amusement. in a very short time. like Virgil's shepherds. prurigo?" "And. had yet communicated enough to cause him the greatest uneasiness." "Why.. this is the way of it. de Blacas pondered deeply between the confident monarch and the truthful minister. at other time he passes hours on the seashore. "is mortally wearied. the usurper will be insane. Did you forget that this great man. 63 . my dear baron −− or of wisdom. "Blacas is not yet convinced. laughing. did not even raise his head. and passes whole days in watching his miners at work at Porto−Longone." continued the minister of police. Tell him all about it. this hero. who spoke alternately. sometimes laughs boisterously. to the usurper's conversion. is attacked with a malady of the skin which worries him to death. The King's Closet at the Tuileries. "all the servants of his majesty must approve of the latest intelligence which we have from the Island of Elba." "Well. he gave them their dismissal. of that I am certain. my dear duke. "Bonaparte." M. "The usurper's conversion!" murmured the duke. Blacas. "what does your majesty mean?" "Yes. moreover.The Count of Monte Cristo "Yes. who did not choose to reveal the whole secret. Bonaparte" −− M. Dandre. who cannot find anything. you must agree that these are indubitable symptoms of insanity. Chapter 10. who." "Insane?" "Raving mad.. "Well. Now. he appears as delighted as if he had gained another Marengo or Austerlitz." added the king." said Louis XVIII. employed in writing a note. "we are almost assured that. Sometimes he weeps bitterly. "The usurper converted!" "Decidedly." The minister of police bowed. Villefort. Dandre looked at Louis XVIII. this demigod." said the minister. indeed." continued the baron. my dear duke. yes." said Louis XVIII. with the gravest air in the world: "Napoleon lately had a review. and as two or three of his old veterans expressed a desire to return to France. "Scratches himself?" inquired the duke." "Or of wisdom. "the greatest captains of antiquity amused themselves by casting pebbles into the ocean −− see Plutarch's life of Scipio Africanus. and exhorted them to `serve the good king.' These were his own words. well." "Monsieur. baron. his head becomes weaker. my dear duke..

who has come so far." "Sire." "Ah." "I will but go and return." "Wait. and if there be none −− well. my dear duke. holding in its claws a prey which tries in vain to escape. said Louis XVIII. 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. M." "He is at Marseilles. I will give you an eagle with outstretched wings. sire. and bearing this device −− Tenax. for he has posted two hundred and twenty leagues in scarcely three days. when we have a telegraph which transmits messages in three or four hours. under your auspices I will receive any person you please. I entreat your majesty to receive him graciously. However. sire. I listen. to give your majesty useful information." "Well. If only for the sake of M." "Which is undergoing great fatigue and anxiety.The Count of Monte Cristo "I say. duke. "Really. have you any report more recent than this dated the 20th February. The King's Closet at the Tuileries. then." "Most willingly. but my messenger is like the stag you refer to." said De Blacas. and with so much ardor. you recompense but badly this poor young man. sir. 64 .. sir." "And I." Chapter 10. "I wish to consult you on this passage. coming from hosts of people who hope for some return for services which they seek to render. de Salvieux. sire." continued Louis XVIII. I must change your armorial bearings. but I am hourly expecting one. "we have no occasion to invent any. it is probable that I am in error. that is the usual way." "And writes me thence. what do you think of the molli anhelitu?" "Admirable. they trust to fortune. de Blacas. every day our desks are loaded with most circumstantial denunciations. and that without getting in the least out of breath. de Blacas. sire. "and remember that I am waiting for you. if I might advise. and I will urge your majesty to do him this honor." you know it refers to a stag flying from a wolf.. my brother's chamberlain?" "Yes. sire. sire. who recommends him to me. "will go and find my messenger. wait." said M. Baron. sire. "make one. biting his nails with impatience. your majesty will interrogate the person of whom I spoke to you. but you must not expect me to be too confiding. Are you not a sportsman and a great wolf−hunter? Well. that the minister of police is greatly deceived or I am. `Molli fugiens anhelitu. is it not?" and the king laughed facetiously." said Louis XVIII. de Salvieux. it may have arrived since I left my office. but cannot. go"." "Go thither. sire. "Oh. −− this is the 4th of March?" "No. and rely upon some unexpected event in some way to justify their predictions. I shall be back in ten minutes." replied the minister. sire. well." "M.

which was not of courtly cut. The King's Closet at the Tuileries." The duke left the royal presence with the speed of a young man. who was all astonishment at finding that this young man had the audacity to enter before the king in such attire. in spite of the protestations which the master of ceremonies made for the honor of his office and principles. sire. ambitious. 65 . but strongly recommends M." "Noirtier the Girondin? −− Noirtier the senator?" "He himself. Blacas. and begs me to present him to your majesty. even his father. duke! Where is he?" "Waiting below. Chapter 10. my friend. Villefort's dusty garb. you know his father's name!" "His father?" "Yes. in my carriage. remained alone. his costume. and to attain this ambition Villefort would sacrifice everything." "And your majesty has employed the son of such a man?" "Blacas. excited the susceptibility of M.The Count of Monte Cristo "Does he speak to you of this conspiracy?" "No. no." "Then. Louis XVIII." M. betraying some uneasiness." "M. muttered." "No. may I present him?" "This instant. overcame all difficulties with a word −− his majesty's order. I told you Villefort was ambitions. de Villefort!" cried the king. you have but limited comprehension. de Breze. too. and. sire. however. de Blacas returned as speedily as he had departed. "is the messenger's name M. but in the ante−chamber he was forced to appeal to the king's authority. his really sincere royalism made him youthful again. de Villefort. and turning his eyes on his half−opened Horace. I thought his name was unknown to your majesty. −− "Justum et tenacem propositi virum. he is a man of strong and elevated understanding. Noirtier. and." "Seek him at once. pardieu." "And he comes from Marseilles?" "In person." "I hasten to do so. de Villefort?" "Yes. The duke." "Why did you not mention his name at once?" replied the king. "Sire.

"the Duc de Blacas assures me you have some interesting information to communicate. This person. sir." "Speak as fully as you please. which." said Villefort." "And where is this man?" "In prison. There he saw the grand−marshal. but I hope. The King's Closet at the Tuileries. de Villefort. and before everything else. but an actual conspiracy −− a storm which menaces no less than your majesty's throne. but assuredly to attempt a landing either at Naples. sir. At this moment he will have left Elba." said the king." "And the matter seems serious to you?" Chapter 10. he meditates some project. How did you obtain these details?" "Sire. has been secretly to the Island of Elba. perhaps. and pray begin at the beginning. or perhaps on the shores of France. sire." "Sire. The king was seated in the same place where the duke had left him.. to go whither I know not." A glance at the king after this discreet and subtle exordium. or on the coast of Tuscany. but this mission was to prepare men's minds for a return (it is the man who says this. Sire. I believe it to be most urgent.The Count of Monte Cristo Villefort was introduced. to inform your majesty that I have discovered. terrible. and the young magistrate's first impulse was to pause. that it is not irreparable. much agitated. de Villefort. "Sire." Villefort bowed. assured Villefort of the benignity of his august auditor. whom I have watched for some time. but I must entreat your forgiveness if my anxiety leads to some obscurity in my language. "I will render a faithful report to your majesty. in the exercise of my duties. who charged him with an oral message to a Bonapartist in Paris. I have come as rapidly to Paris as possible. and arrested on the day of my departure. is the news as bad in your opinion as I am asked to believe?" "Sire. sir." said the king." "In the first place. they are the results of an examination which I have made of a man of Marseilles. "Come in. Villefort found himself facing him. and whom I suspected of Bonapartism. M. of turbulent character. "Speak. the usurper is arming three ships. is yet. sire) −− a return which will soon occur. not a commonplace and insignificant plot. "and recently we have had information that the Bonapartist clubs have had meetings in the Rue Saint−Jacques. But proceed. I beg of you. and I believe your majesty will think it equally important. who began to give way to the emotion which had showed itself in Blacas's face and affected Villefort's voice. and advancing a few steps. a sailor. such as is every day got up in the lower ranks of the people and in the army. I like order in everything. sir." said the king. and he went on: −− "Sire." said Louis XVIII. "come in. Your majesty is well aware that the sovereign of the Island of Elba has maintained his relations with Italy and France?" "I am. "M. the duke is right. On opening the door. 66 . by the speed I have used. waited until the king should interrogate him. whose name I could not extract from him. however mad.

the whole coalition would be on foot before he could even reach Piomoino. and the result of that is easily foretold. but let us talk of this plot. "Well. "What ails you. de Villefort. Chapter 11." "Yes." "Well. smiling. but at the same time rely on our royal gratitude. and the future. For the last ten months my ministers have redoubled their vigilance. "was there not a marriage engagement between you and Mademoiselle de Saint−Meran?" "Daughter of one of your majesty's most faithful servants. sire. and landed on the 1st of March. de Blacas. "is a thing very easy to meditate. inasmuch as.The Count of Monte Cristo "So serious. it was much more to his advantage that the prefect of police should triumph over him than that he should humiliate the prefect. giving way to an impulse of despair. and besides. Villefort was about to retire. If Bonaparte landed at Naples. Take courage. I fear it is more than a plot. what a dreadful misfortune! I am. yes." said Louis XVIII. if he land in France. to be pitied. here is M. At this instant the minister of police appeared at the door. M." "Sire. on the very day of my betrothal. what is it?" asked Louis XVIII. I left my bride and friends." "Ah. "I command you to speak.. The minister of police. de Blacas has told me. At the sight of this agitation Louis XVIII. "Sire" −− stammered the baron. Dandre!" cried de Blacas.. the present. and as if ready to faint. sire. if he land in Tuscany. 67 . pushed from him violently the table at which he was sitting. in order to watch the shore of the Mediterranean. de Villefort has just confirmed?" M. and M." said Louis XVIII. he will be in an unfriendly territory. it must be with a handful of men. de Blacas moved suddenly towards the baron. as matters were. postponing everything. baron?" he exclaimed. but more difficult to conduct to an end. taking his hand." "A conspiracy in these times." said Louis XVIII. we have our eyes open at once upon the past. re−established so recently on the throne of our ancestors. sire. that I might hasten to lay at your majesty's feet the fears which impressed me. indeed. "You appear quite aghast. Has your uneasiness anything to do with what M. that when the circumstance surprised me in the midst of a family festival. was about to throw himself at the feet of Louis XVIII. but the fright of the courtier pleaded for the forbearance of the statesman." "True. The Corsican Ogre. who retreated a step and frowned. execrated as he is by the population. "Oh. sir." "And where? In Italy?" asked the king eagerly. the usurper left Elba on the 26th February. Chapter 11... pale. and the assurance of my devotion. but M. I fear it is a conspiracy. I can never forgive myself!" "Monsieur. restrained him. The Corsican Ogre. trembling. "Will you speak?" he said.

it would be easy to raise Languedoc and Provence against him. he was silent." replied the minister." murmured Louis.The Count of Monte Cristo "In France." "Sire. I am sorry to tell your majesty a cruel fact." −− Louis XVIII. the 4th of March! Well. "In France!" he cried." "Oh. "the usurper is detested in the south." "And how did this despatch reach you?" inquired the king. sire. sire. in league with him." replied Louis. "You alone forewarned us of the evil. the despatch simply stated the fact of the landing and the route taken by the usurper. that is all." said Villefort. "Sire. sire. Dandre is not a man to be accused of treason! Sire. sir. The mountaineers are Bonapartists. sire. sir?" inquired the king. sir. The minister bowed his head. And how many men had he with him?" "I do not know. 68 . "And Dauphine." he added. with a withering smile. now try and aid us with the remedy. in the Gulf of Juan." "But" −− said Villefort. and folded his arms over his chest as Napoleon would have done." "Yes. −− at a small port." "Advancing −− he is advancing!" said Louis XVIII. it was impossible to learn. "M. near Antibes. The Corsican Ogre. sire." he said. Chapter 11. assuredly. "What. on the 1st of March. sire. "the usurper in France! Then they did not watch over this man. advanced a step. You must have received a false report. "Is he then advancing on Paris?" The minister of police maintained a silence which was equivalent to a complete avowal. perhaps. and while a deep color overspread his cheeks." "Then. in the Gulf of Juan. two hundred and fifty leagues from Paris." "Alas. "Your pardon. and the minister of police has shared the general blindness. −− "By the telegraph." exclaimed the Duc de Blacas. but the feeling in Dauphine is quite the reverse of that in Provence or Languedoc. sire. he stammered out. it is but too true!" Louis made a gesture of indescribable anger and alarm. what you tell me is impossible. or you have gone mad. near Antibes. bowing. Will your majesty deign to excuse me?" "Speak. and it seems to me that if he ventured into the south." "The usurper landed in France. and you only acquired this information to−day. then he continued. of Villefort. you do not know! Have you neglected to obtain information on that point? Of course it is of no consequence. "my zeal carried me away. "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. and then suddenly checking himself. speak boldly. "he was well informed." answered the minister of police. "Do you think it possible to rouse that as well as Provence?" "Sire. Who knows? they were. we have all been blind.

during those five−and−twenty years. Realizing this. and who would have saved my crown. −− for my fortune is theirs −− before me they were nothing −− after me they will be nothing. Unfortunately. perhaps. spared no pains to understand the people of France and the interests which were confided to me. only a simple magistrate. motionless and breathless. if. Any other than yourself would have considered the disclosure of M." continued King Louis. "I do not mean that for you. sir. however light a thing to destiny. 69 . In fact. addressing the young man. yes. than thus descend the staircase at the Tuileries driven away by ridicule. and fifteen hundred thousand francs for secret service money. you are right −− it is fatality!" The minister quailed before this outburst of sarcasm. who at the first glance had sounded the abyss on which the monarchy hung suspended. and now. "Approach. "seven conjoined and allied armies overthrew that man. Louis XVI. here is a gentleman who had none of these resources at his disposal −− a gentleman. have been overcome by such an intoxicating draught of praise. and learn of that fall by telegraph! Oh. sire. who ought to watch over me more carefully than over themselves.. de Villefort insignificant. but he feared to make for himself a mortal enemy of the police minister. "for if you have discovered nothing. was too much for any human strength to endure. turning pale with anger.." he exclaimed. was listening to a conversation on which depended the destiny of a kingdom. who. who bent his head in modest triumph.The Count of Monte Cristo "So then. when I see the fruition of my wishes almost within reach. feeling that the pressure of circumstances. and yet you ought to know it!" "Sire. Villefort understood the king's intent. as there are great men. sir −− why. who. then. at least you have had the good sense to persevere in your suspicions." "Sire. −− "to fall." continued Louis XVIII. I would rather mount the scaffold of my brother." murmured the minister. it was really impossible to learn secrets which that man concealed from all the world. for he felt his increased importance. might in despair at his own downfall interrogate Dantes and so lay bare the motives of Villefort's plot. Chapter 11. sir. you know not its power in France. and tell monsieur that it is possible to know beforehand all that he has not known. it is fatality!" murmured the minister. "What our enemies say of us is then true. M." These words were an allusion to the sentiments which the minister of police had uttered with so much confidence an hour before. "for pity's" −− "Approach. Ridicule. M. I have. the minister. spies. he had the power of directing a telegraph. forgotten nothing! If I were betrayed as he was. Villefort smiled within himself. or else dictated by venal ambition. Really impossible for a minister who has an office. there are great words. Any other person would. A miracle of heaven replaced me on the throne of my fathers after five−and−twenty years of exile." resumed the king. We have learnt nothing. agents." "Really impossible! Yes −− that is a great word. who learned more than you with all your police. to know what is going on at sixty leagues from the coast of France! Well. de Blacas wiped the moisture from his brow. Villefort came to the rescue of the crest−fallen minister." The look of the minister of police was turned with concentrated spite on Villefort. I would console myself. de Villefort. I have measured them. The Corsican Ogre. and perish miserably from incapacity −− ineptitude! Oh. instead of aiding to crush him. like you. Blacas. but to be in the midst of persons elevated by myself to places of honor. in the plenitude of his power. the power I hold in my hands bursts. although he saw that Dandre was irrevocably lost. and shatters me to atoms!" "Sire. "To fall. had been unable to unearth Napoleon's secret. see.

sire. sire. The Corsican Ogre. de Blacas and the minister of police.." At the name of General Quesnel." "Sire. what have you learned with regard to the affair in the Rue Saint−Jacques?" "The affair in the Rue Saint−Jacques!" exclaimed Villefort. "I have no further occasion for you. dark." "On the contrary. Yet. de Blacas." replied the king. what now remains to do is in the department of the minister of war. sir. go on. and I have profited by that chance." replied Villefort. who was dressing his hair at the moment when the stranger entered. not the respect I have." said Villefort. An unknown person had been with him that morning. Then. duke. "Yes." said Louis XVIII." said the minister of police. General Quesnel." As the police minister related this to the king. Villefort trembled. "that death was not the result of suicide. and made an appointment with him in the Rue Saint−Jacques. but of assassination. has perished the victim of a Bonapartist ambush?" "It is probable. and you may retire. perhaps. but the rules of etiquette. and Villefort understood that he had succeeded in his design. "And now. what your majesty is pleased to attribute to me as profound perspicacity is simply owing to chance." "Fortunately. the servant has given his description. "'Tis well. turning towards M. The king looked towards him. "you have to−day earned the right to make inquiries here." said M. −− on the contrary. de Villefort. Chapter 11. "this affair seems to me to have a decided connection with that which occupies our attention. gentlemen. that is to say. that without forfeiting the gratitude of the king. to me. as we first believed. "Your pardon. when your majesty's attention was attracted by the terrible event that has occurred in the gulf." "On his track?" said Villefort." "Go on. suddenly pausing. and the death of General Quesnel will. who looked as if his very life hung on the speaker's lips. that your majesty may never have occasion to recall the first opinion you have been pleased to form of me. heard the street mentioned." "Do not mention reports. he had made a friend of one on whom. and a thick mustache." he continued. in case of necessity. M." resumed the king. he might rely. the general's valet. with black eyes covered with shaggy eyebrows. whom they believed attached to the usurper.The Count of Monte Cristo "Sire. Do not attribute to me more than I deserve. had just left a Bonapartist club when he disappeared. sire. like a good and devoted servant −− that's all. it appears. but my devotion to your majesty has made me forget." The minister of police thanked the young man by an eloquent look. "Do you not think with me. for I know now what confidence to place in them. but did not catch the number. "the suddenness of this event must prove to your majesty that the issue is in the hands of Providence. "I came a moment ago to give your majesty fresh information which I had obtained on this head. sire. unable to repress an exclamation. sir. Villefort. He is a man of from fifty to fifty−two years of age. turned alternately red and pale." interposed the minister of police. baron. your majesty knows how every report confirms their loyalty and attachment. but who was really entirely devoted to me. "we can rely on the army. He was dressed in a blue frock−coat. put us on the direct track of a great internal conspiracy. that General Quesnel. unfortunately. sire. and now these facts will cease to interest your majesty. 70 . he added. "But is this all that is known?" "They are on the track of the man who appointed the meeting with him. "Everything points to the conclusion. for that is too deeply engraved in my heart. speaking of reports.

who would have been so useful to us at this moment. then?" "I think not. General Quesnel. I forgot. and that is another sacrifice made to the royal cause. de Villefort. "may I inquire what are the orders with which your majesty deigns to honor me?" Chapter 11. "the police think that they have disposed of the whole matter when they say." said Villefort. for as the minister of police went on speaking he felt his legs bend under him. we will not forget you." "Sire.The Count of Monte Cristo buttoned up to the chin." said Louis. but when he learned that the unknown had escaped the vigilance of the agent who followed him. "Continue to seek for this man. be amply satisfied on this point at least. Yesterday a person exactly corresponding with this description was followed. "for if. Bonapartists or not. above the order of Notre−Dame−du−Mont−Carmel and St. the kindness your majesty deigns to evince towards me is a recompense which so far surpasses my utmost ambition that I have nothing more to ask for. he breathed again. but he was lost sight of at the corner of the Rue de la Jussienne and the Rue Coq−Heron. sire. de Villefort. "No." "But you have seen him?" "Sire.. I went straight to the Duc de Blacas. his assassins.' and especially so when they can add. such as it is. `A murder has been committed. sire. he took the cross and kissed it. "How strange. and for which you should be recompensed." "Ma foi. 71 ." continued the king." he said. Of course you stopped at your father's?" A feeling of faintness came over Villefort. I trust. has been murdered. M. in the Rue de Tournon. go and rest. for I have not the time to procure you another." said the king to the minister of police." "But you will see him. "And now. and gave it to Villefort) −− "in the meanwhile take this cross. sir. near the cross of St." "Ah." said Louis XVIII." "Sire. "take it." Villefort leaned on the back of an arm−chair. The Corsican Ogre. Noirtier are not on the best terms possible. In the meanwhile" (the king here detached the cross of the Legion of Honor which he usually wore over his blue coat. `And we are on the track of the guilty persons. shall be cruelly punished. make your mind easy. smiling in a manner which proved that all these questions were not made without a motive. as I am all but convinced." "We shall see. sir.'" "Sire. "your majesty mistakes." he replied. with some asperity." It required all Villefort's coolness not to betray the terror with which this declaration of the king inspired him. Louis. this is an officer's cross." Villefort's eyes were filled with tears of joy and pride. and wore at his button−hole the rosette of an officer of the Legion of Honor. "I alighted at the Hotel de Madrid. your majesty will. Lazare. for you must be fatigued after so long a journey." "Never mind. let it be your care to see that the brevet is made out and sent to M. "I forgot you and M. Blacas. I will no longer detain you.

he gave his address to the driver." "And how dressed?" asked Villefort quickly. saluting the minister. "in an hour I shall have quitted Paris. The Corsican Ogre." "Sire." "Dark or fair?" "Dark." "To me?" "Yes. threw himself on the seat. and Villefort heard some one speak his name. send for the minister of war." "Short or tall?" "About your own height." said the king. sir." "Go." "A stranger who will not send in his name! What can he want with me?" "He wishes to speak to you." "What sort of person is he?" "Why. and asked to have his breakfast brought to him." said the minister of police to Villefort. which he hailed. "what is it? −− Who rang? −− Who asked for me?" "A stranger who will not send in his name. Baron. "and should I forget you (kings' memories are short)." "Did he mention my name?" "Yes. "you entered by luck's door −− your fortune is made. "Well. as they left the Tuileries. whose career was ended. The valet entered." said Villefort. you may be of the greatest service to me at Marseilles. and looking about him for a hackney−coach. bowing." "Will it be long first?" muttered Villefort.The Count of Monte Cristo "Take what rest you require. ordered horses to be ready in two hours. and springing in. remain." replied Villefort. with black eyes." "Ah. and gave loose to dreams of ambition. and remember that if you are not able to serve me here in Paris. do not be afraid to bring yourself to my recollection. 72 . He was about to begin his repast when the sound of the bell rang sharp and loud. black hair. sir. One passed at the moment. Blacas. "Who could know that I was here already?" said the young man. The valet opened the door. sir. Chapter 11. sir. a man of about fifty. −− very dark. black eyebrows. Ten minutes afterwards Villefort reached his hotel.

73 . indeed!" said M. Noirtier. and my journey will be your salvation. Noirtier. has escaped from Paris in a hay−cart. you seem as if you were not very glad to see me?" "My dear father." said he to the young man." "Father. for it must be interesting." replied M." "But. seating himself. that it has somewhat overcome me. he opened the door again. they induced General Quesnel to go there. I felt sure it must be you. then that of the bed−chamber. "Eh. "I am. "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. who proved that he was not exempt from the sin which ruined our first parents.The Count of Monte Cristo "In a blue frock−coat." Chapter 12. on the contrary." "And if I have come. when a man has been proscribed by the mountaineers. my dear Gerard. turning pale. decorated with the Legion of Honor." replied the new−comer. M. Chapter 12. Noirtier −− for it was. now. "I might say the same thing to you. I am vice−president." "Leave us." "Ah." "It is he!" said Villefort." said Villefort. M. he becomes accustomed to most things. pray tell me all about it. and then extended his hand to Villefort. my dear Gerard. and General Quesnel. "Well. Germain. buttoned up close." "Why. But go on. stretching himself out at his ease in the chair. and then. putting his cane in a corner and his hat on a chair. but I so little expected your visit. delighted. my dear boy. "do not complain. who quitted his own house at nine o'clock in the evening. indeed. "allow me to say. as appeared from the rapid retreat of Germain. who had followed all his motions with surprise which he could not conceal. when you announce to me your wedding for the 28th of February. yes." said Villefort. you have heard speak of a certain Bonapartist club in the Rue Saint−Jacques?" "No. then. no doubt. "Really." said the individual whose description we have twice given." said Gerard. what about the club in the Rue Saint−Jacques?" "Why. my dear fellow. that he might be overheard in the ante−chamber. was found the next day in the Seine." "Well. for it is for you that I came. my dear father. "do you know. The servant quitted the apartment with evident signs of astonishment. if you felt so sure. Noirtier then took the trouble to close and bolt the ante−chamber door. drawing closer to M. Father and Son." "Father. he who entered −− looked after the servant until the door was closed. and on the 3rd of March you turn up here in Paris. that it was not very filial of you to keep me waiting at the door. 53. been hunted over the plains of Bordeaux by Robespierre's bloodhounds. fearing. Father and Son. entering the door. "then I was not deceived. nor was the precaution useless. Noirtier. with a very significant look. pardieu. your coolness makes me shudder.

for fear that even a fragment should remain. But I have nothing to fear while I have you to protect me. 74 . three days ago the emperor had not landed. I think I already know what you are about to tell me. "yes." "How did you know about it?" "By a letter addressed to you from the Island of Elba. I am quite familiar with it." "Yes." "I do better than that." "I burnt it. I heard this news. father." "You do? Why. you have heard of the landing of the emperor?" "Not so loud. "Come." Chapter 12. and knew it even before you could. that the track is lost. would probably ere this have been shot. you. for that letter must have led to your condemnation. "will the Restoration adopt imperial methods so promptly? Shot. When the police is at fault. Why. it declares that it is on the track. I entreat of you −− for your own sake as well as mine." Villefort's father laughed. the thing becomes more and more dramatic −− explain yourself." "Ah. sir −− I save you. with a sneaking air." "I must refer again to the club in the Rue Saint−Jacques. "I will tell you another. I can easily comprehend that. Yes. and the government patiently awaits the day when it comes to say." "Three days ago? You are crazy." "My dear father. really. I was aware of his intention. but they are on the track. half−desperate at the enforced delay. my dear father. for three days ago I posted from Marseilles to Paris with all possible speed. Why didn't they search more vigilantly? they would have found" −− "They have not found.The Count of Monte Cristo "And who told you this fine story?" "The king himself. then." "It appears that this club is rather a bore to the police. and which I discovered in the pocket−book of the messenger." continued Noirtier. Had that letter fallen into the hands of another. 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 matter." "Well." replied Noirtier. come. in return for your story." "To me?" "To you. that the usual phrase. Father and Son." "And the destruction of your future prospects." said he.

having thrown themselves in. and caught like a wild beast. to go and meet him. and people do not bathe in the Seine in the month of January.'" "But. and did so. our revenge will be sweeping. and invited him to the Rue Saint−Jacques." "I do not understand you. he replied that he was a royalist. you have committed a murder?' No. that is all." "And who thus designated it?" "The king himself. this was murder in every sense of the word. and on the 20th or 25th at Paris. I will tell you." "You are mistaken. one of us went to him." "Yes. you think yourself well informed because the telegraph has told you. etc. he will not advance two leagues into the interior of France without being followed. No. perchance. but ideas −− no feelings. You. do not be deceived. the projected landing. to escort him into the capital. you know very well that the general was not a man to drown himself in despair." "You rely on the usurper's return?" "We do. my dear Gerard." "He has but a handful of men with him. three days after the landing. we only remove an obstacle. it will be our turn. and cut off the head of one of my party." "The people will rise. but interests." "A murder do you call it? why. where he would find some friends. to found an accusation on such bad premises! Did I ever say to you. When he had heard and comprehended all to the fullest extent. when you were fulfilling your character as a royalist. A murder? really." "My dear fellow. he was recommended to us from the Island of Elba. the general was allowed to depart free −− perfectly free. Yet he did not return home. tracked. my dear fellow. −− he was made to take an oath. but they have found a corpse. you are but a child. on the 10th or 12th he will be at Lyons. `Very well. `The usurper has landed at Cannes Chapter 12. the emperor is at this moment on the way to Grenoble. or having been drowned from not knowing how to swim. What could that mean? why. but with such an ill grace that it was really tempting Providence to swear him. my dear fellow. sir. I said. Villefort. Then all looked at each other. He came there. in spite of that." "Yes. in politics we do not kill a man. you have gained the victory. and yet." "Father. and armies will be despatched against him. you know. It was thought reliance might be placed in General Quesnel. People are found every day in the Seine. that on leaving us he lost his way. In politics. there are no men. Would you like to know how matters have progressed? Well. `My son. and in all countries they call that a murder. that's all. 75 . the general has been killed. take care. Father and Son. when our turn comes. as well as I do. father. no. you surprise me. to−morrow.The Count of Monte Cristo "Yes." "The king! I thought he was philosopher enough to allow that there was no murder in politics. Really. there is nothing to prove that the general was murdered. a deputy procureur. and the plan was unfolded to him for leaving Elba.

Father and Son. and a cane. for that is." "Ah. eyebrows. have they? And what may be that description?" "Dark complexion. buttoned up to the chin. if this person were not on his guard. a hat with wide brim. hair. and yet I knew of your arrival half an hour after you had passed the barrier. that's it. or the day before. black." "Didn't I say that your police were good for nothing?" "Yes. 76 ." "True. and whiskers. "Wait. You gave your direction to no one but your postilion. the admirable police have found that out. presented himself at his house.' But where is he? what is he doing? You do not know at all. with a sneer. rosette of an officer of the Legion of Honor in his button−hole. my dear father." "Eh? the thing is simple enough." "Grenoble and Lyons are faithful cities." said the young man. is it?" said Noirtier. Villefort caught his arm. went towards a table on which lay his son's toilet Chapter 12." "Devotion!" said Villefort. yet I have your address. You who are in power have only the means that money produces −− we who are in expectation. have they not laid hands on him?" "Because yesterday. to summon the servant whom his son had not called. and our police are as good as your own." "Oh. for a second knife. "Yes. blue frock−coat." said Noirtier." "However stupid the royalist police may be. and will oppose to him an impassable barrier. then." "Grenoble will open her gates to him with enthusiasm −− all Lyons will hasten to welcome him. Believe me. "you really do seem very well informed. fork. and put off his frock−coat and cravat. looking at his father with astonishment. they lost sight of him at the corner of the Rue Coq−Heron. He is pursued. then. and in proof I am here the very instant you are going to sit at table. on the morning of the day when General Quesnel disappeared." At these words he rose. if you please. as he is." And Villefort's father extended his hand to the bell−rope. and we will dine together. without drawing a trigger." "Say on. "and why. but they may catch him yet. Ring. looking carelessly around him. "He will consequently make a few changes in his personal appearance. Would you like a proof of it? well. the phrase for hopeful ambition. ha." "What is that?" "The description of the man who. "one word more. they do know one terrible thing." "Indeed!" replied Villefort. have those which devotion prompts. you wished to conceal your journey from me. devotion. we are as well informed as you. "true. and plate. I believe. and in this way they will chase him to Paris.The Count of Monte Cristo with several men." and he added with a smile.

go." said Villefort. to him who acquired it. and. "Well. Gerard. His whiskers cut off. you are deceived as to the feeling in France. a colored neckerchief which lay at the top of an open portmanteau." "Well. go. he took up a small bamboo switch." "No. enter Marseilles at night. do you think your police will recognize me now. 77 . and your house by the back−door. You think he is tracked. put on. "at least. "You are not convinced yet?" "I hope at least. but some day they do them justice. "Yes. rely on me." he said. Villefort watched him with alarm not devoid of admiration. as to the opinions of the towns. sire." "Oh." stammered Villefort. for this time. Keep your journey a secret. in lieu of his blue and high−buttoned frock−coat. and that you have really saved my life. leaving his cane in the corner where he had deposited it. return with all speed. when this disguise was completed. my dear boy. a coat of Villefort's of dark brown. for your adversary is powerful enough to show you mercy. leave France to its real master. or have done. I hope not." continued Noirtier. Sire. yes. cut off the compromising whiskers." "True. quiet. or. took a razor.' Tell him this. not that you incur any risk. you would then pass for a great man. and the prejudices of the army. but because it would be humiliating for a grandson of Saint Louis to owe his life to the man of Arcola. father. is already saluted as Bonaparte at Lyons. and. rather. ready to desert. we shall Chapter 12." "And now. "I rely on your prudence to remove all the things which I leave in your care. Marengo. and. instead of his black cravat. which appeared to fit him perfectly. "well. secret. tell him nothing. and there remain.The Count of Monte Cristo articles." "Would you pass in his eyes for a prophet?" "Prophets of evil are not in favor at the court. Noirtier gave another turn to his hair. tried on before the glass a narrow−brimmed hat of his son's. took. what should I say to the king?" "Say this to him: `Sire. The soldiers you believe to be dying with hunger. who at Nevers is styled the usurper. inoffensive. and now I believe you are right. with a firm hand. and supposing a second restoration. and emperor at Grenoble. be assured I will return the favor hereafter. pursued. above all. do not boast of what you have come to Paris to do. and walked about with that easy swagger which was one of his principal characteristics. not by purchase. that you may be mistaken." "Shall you see the king again?" "Perhaps. I swear to you. and cut away in front. captured. turning towards his wondering son. lathered his face. but by right of conquest. Austerlitz. submissive." Villefort shook his head. Father and Son. gather like atoms of snow about the rolling ball as it hastens onward. father. worn out with fatigue. he whom in Paris you call the Corsican ogre. he is advancing as rapidly as his own eagles. cut the air with it once or twice.

put the black cravat and blue frock−coat at the bottom of the portmanteau. Chapter 13. de Blacas had duly forwarded the brevet. have deprived Villefort of his office had it not been for Noirtier. threw the hat into a dark closet. who were there. and thus the Girondin of '93 and the Senator of 1806 protected him who so lately had been his protector. However. friendly counsels. when one morning his door opened. with the same calmness that had characterized him during the whole of this remarkable and trying conversation. and things progressed rapidly. and by your obedience to my paternal orders. ran to the window. by two or three ill−looking men at the corner of the street. cool and collected. If the emperor remained on the throne.The Count of Monte Cristo act like powerful men who know their enemies. because Morrel was a prudent and rather a timid man. Villefort stood watching. Villefort." added Noirtier. which was ready. Napoleon would. Gerard required a different alliance to aid his career. the influence of M. a prey to all the hopes and fears which enter into the heart of man with ambition and its first successes. although M. and in the midst of the tumult which prevailed along the road. that many of the most zealous partisans of Bonaparte accused him of "moderation" −− but sufficiently influential to make a demand in favor of Dantes. Morrel was announced. breathless. paid his bill. and saw him pass. "one means by which you may a second time save me. at length reached Marseilles. put aside the curtain. which he had the prudence not to wear. put on his travelling−cap. de Saint−Meran. being suspected of royalism. if Louis XVIII. my dear Gerard. perhaps. who was all powerful at court. Noirtier was a true prophet. like his own. my dear Gerard. The Hundred Days. so much so. we will keep you in your place. −− scarcely had this occurred when Marseilles began. until his father had disappeared at the Rue Bussy. and at your next journey alight at my door. checked with a look the thousand questions he was ready to ask. with a smile. Chapter 13. if the political balance should some day take another turn. All Villefort's influence barely enabled him to stifle the secret Dantes had so nearly divulged. or. Then he turned to the various articles he had left behind him. pale and agitated." Noirtier left the room when he had finished. and the marriage be still more suitable. if you prefer it. as he had predicted. therefore. Villefort retained his place.'s half−filled snuff−box. The king's procureur alone was deprived of his office. to rekindle the flames of civil war. the worthy shipowner became at that moment −− we will not say all powerful. Louis XVIII. and it 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. broke the cane into small bits and flung it in the fire. Owing to this change. made but a faint attempt to parry this unexpected blow. −− he found on the table there Louis XVIII. learned at Lyons that Bonaparte had entered Grenoble. returned. and M. therefore. Go. The deputy−procureur was. This will be. Every one knows the history of the famous return from Elba. to arrest a man with black whiskers. M. and cast you aloft while hurling me down. but his marriage was put off until a more favorable opportunity. 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. and a blue frock−coat. in spite of the authorities. a return which was unprecedented in the past. and hat with broad brim. scarcely had the emperor re−entered the Tuileries and begun to issue orders from the closet into which we have introduced our readers. could be vastly increased. the first magistrate of Marseilles. scarcely was the imperial power established −− that is. sprang into his carriage. and at a sign from the emperor the incongruous structure of ancient prejudices and new ideas fell to the ground. my son −− go. Adieu. always smouldering in the south. Villefort. The Hundred Days. and calling his valet. doubtless. 78 . and will probably remain without a counterpart in the future. the monarchy he had scarcely reconstructed tottered on its precarious foundation.

" said Morrel. monsieur?" said he. monsieur?" asked Morrel. −− "M. firm." "Yes. then. therefore. and he knew this would be a sign of weakness. for the simple reason that the king's procureur always makes every one wait. and his head leaning on his hand. Morrel. but Villefort was a man of ability. "Not in the least." "Monsieur. recovering his assurance as he proceeded. "Tell me his name. he felt a cold shudder all over him when he saw Villefort sitting there with his elbow on his desk. monsieur. on the contrary. I came to intercede for a young man. "do you recollect that a few days before the landing of his majesty the emperor. He had entered Villefort's office expecting that the magistrate would tremble at the sight of him. to−day you serve Napoleon. and after passing a quarter of an hour in reading the papers. and you ought to protect him −− it is equally your duty." "Come nearer. Chapter 13. He made Morrel wait in the ante−chamber. to ask what has become of him?" Villefort by a strong effort sought to control himself. but he did not blanch. calm. "Dantes. after a brief interval. during which the honest shipowner turned his hat in his hands. Morrel expected Villefort would be dejected. that most insurmountable barrier which separates the well−bred from the vulgar man." repeated he.The Count of Monte Cristo Any one else would have hastened to receive him. "and tell me to what circumstance I owe the honor of this visit. he ordered M. in the most natural tone in the world. The Hundred Days." "Do you not guess." "Everything depends on you. and full of that glacial politeness." said the magistrate. turning to Morrel. although he had no one with him. He stopped at the door. You then served Louis XVIII. "Yes. with a patronizing wave of the hand." "Explain yourself. and then." "Edmond Dantes. then went to a table. I come.." Villefort opened a large register. 79 . and you did not show any favor −− it was your duty. from the table turned to his registers. I believe?" said Villefort. the mate of my ship." Villefort would probably have rather stood opposite the muzzle of a pistol at five−and−twenty paces than have heard this name spoken. Villefort gazed at him as if he had some difficulty in recognizing him. sir. "Edmond Dantes. −− "Are you quite sure you are not mistaken. but if I can serve you in any way I shall be delighted. he found him as he had found him six weeks before. "What is his name?" said he. pray. 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 to be admitted.

" "Wait a moment." said Morrel. and a week after he was carried off. "I like to hear you speak thus." said Morrel." "Monsieur. as Napoleon has scarcely been reinstated a fortnight." "How so?" "You know that when he left here he was taken to the Palais de Justice. "No. "What can they have done with him?" "Oh." "It might be so under the Bourbons. and I augur well for Edmond from it.The Count of Monte Cristo Had Morrel been a more quick−sighted man." said Villefort. it was a very serious charge. M. The Hundred Days." "Come when he will. who was about to marry a young Catalan girl." returned Villefort. he has been taken to Fenestrelles. as I come to−day to plead for justice. the last four of which he was in my service." "But. the letters have not yet been forwarded. "I was then a royalist. "I am not mistaken. disappointed in his expectations of exciting fear. because I believed the Bourbons not only the heirs to the throne. he would have been surprised at the king's procureur answering him on such a subject. Do not you recollect. was conscious only of the other's condescension. You received me very coldly. Some fine morning he will return to take command of your vessel. turning over the leaves of a register. 80 . or better versed in these matters. "I have it −− a sailor." "Carried off!" said Morrel. to Pignerol. or to the Sainte−Marguerite islands. Oh. instead of referring him to the governors of the prison or the prefect of the department. "is there no way of expediting all these formalities −− of releasing him from arrest?" "There has been no arrest. the legitimate monarch is he who is loved by his people. But Morrel." "That's right!" cried Morrel. "The order of imprisonment came from high authority. I came about six weeks ago to plead for clemency. and." "Well?" "I made my report to the authorities at Paris. Villefort had calculated rightly." replied Villefort. I recollect now. the royalists were very severe with the Bonapartists in those days." "How?" "It is sometimes essential to government to cause a man's disappearance without leaving any traces. I have known him for ten years." "Do not be too hasty. so that no written forms or documents may defeat their wishes. but at present" −− Chapter 13. 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. it shall be kept for him. Morrel. but the chosen of the nation. The miraculous return of Napoleon has conquered me. and the order for his liberation must proceed from the same source.

" Villefort thus forestalled any danger of an inquiry.The Count of Monte Cristo "It has always been so. sitting down. "Petition the minister." This assurance delighted Morrel. "leave the rest to me. and does not read three. Dantes was then guilty. if it did take place would leave him defenceless. my dear Morrel. M. "That will do. no doubt. "But how shall I address the minister?" "Sit down there." "Countersigned by you?" "The best thing I can do will be to certify the truth of the contents of your petition. giving up his place to Morrel. "Well. But lose no time. Only think what the poor fellow may even now be suffering." "Oh. "and write what I dictate. the minister receives two hundred petitions every day. but he will read a petition countersigned and presented by me. Dantes must be crushed to gratify Villefort's ambition. how would you advise me to act?" asked he." And. Chapter 13." "And will you undertake to deliver it?" "With the greatest pleasure. in which. de Villefort." "Will you be so good?" "Certainly. The Hundred Days. The petition finished. we have lost too much already. however improbable it might be. and hastened to announce to old Dantes that he would soon see his son. and the number of prisoners whose names are not on the register is incalculable." Villefort shuddered at the suggestion. Villefort dictated a petition. since the reign of Louis XIV. Villefort read it aloud. Dantes' patriotic services were exaggerated." said he. from an excellent intention." Had Morrel even any suspicions. so much kindness would have dispelled them. The emperor is more strict in prison discipline than even Louis himself. Villefort wrote the certificate at the bottom. "What more is to be done?" "I will do whatever is necessary." said Villefort." "That is true. and it is as much my duty to free him as it was to condemn him. who took leave of Villefort. and now he is innocent. but he had gone too far to draw back. which. I know what that is. It was evident that at the sight of this document the minister would instantly release him." "Will the petition go soon?" "To−day." "That is true. 81 . and he was made out one of the most active agents of Napoleon's return.

whose father now stood higher at court than ever. produced the effect they always produce on noble minds −− Mercedes had always had a sincere regard for Fernand. Villefort. Should Dantes not return. and almost at the hour of his arrest. and heard not the noise of the fall of Louis XVIII. partly on the means of deceiving Mercedes as to the cause of his absence. "be careful of yourself. being married and eight years older. Bathed in tears she wandered about the Catalan village. But Fernand was mistaken. looking towards Marseilles. His devotion. he had done all that was in his power. bearing with him the terrible thought that while he was away. Fernand understood nothing except that Dantes was absent. a man of his disposition never kills himself. and this was now strengthened by gratitude. sought and obtained the situation of king's procureur at Toulouse. or the still more tragic destruction of the empire. Louis XVIII. and the sea that had never seemed so vast. a second restoration. during the respite the absence of his rival afforded him. his rival would perhaps return and marry Mercedes. and the compassion he showed for her misfortunes. Fernand departed with the rest. when Napoleon returned to France. that is. he would have done so when he parted from Mercedes. and every man in France capable of bearing arms rushed to obey the summons of the emperor. Morrel paid the expenses of his funeral. who was only sustained by hope. and any fresh attempt would only compromise himself uselessly. and obtained a recommendation from him to a Spanish merchant. Chapter 13. He therefore informed M. watching for the apparition of a young and handsome man. partly on plans of emigration and abduction. termed the coincidence. instead of sending to Paris. he breathed his last in Mercedes' arms. and was no more heard of. lost all hope at Napoleon's downfall." But when Napoleon returned to Paris. at the spot from whence Marseilles and the Catalans are visible. into whose service he entered at the end of March. and. he. and debating as to whether it were not better to cast herself into the abyss of the ocean. ten or twelve days after Napoleon's return. Caderousse was. Mercedes was left alone face to face with the vast plain that had never seemed so barren. and then kill himself. At last there was Waterloo. and Morrel came no more. but. but her religious feelings came to her aid and saved her. Had Fernand really meant to kill himself. "My brother. Sometimes she stood mute and motionless as a statue. he would shoot Dantes. And so Dantes. and a fortnight afterwards he married Mademoiselle de Saint−Meran. −− that is.The Count of Monte Cristo As for Villefort. During this time the empire made its last conscription. Danglars comprehended the full extent of the wretched fate that overwhelmed Dantes. Old Dantes. and he lived in constant fear of Dantes' return on a mission of vengeance. as from time to time he sat sad and motionless on the summit of Cape Pharo. and thus end her woes. Mercedes might one day be his. who was for him also the messenger of vengeance. after the manner of mediocre minds. 82 . in the hopes of an event that seemed not unlikely. "a decree of Providence. enrolled in the army. forgotten of earth and heaven. Only. The Hundred Days. I shall be alone in the world. at other times gazing on the sea. for he constantly hopes. Five months after he had been separated from his son. remounted the throne." These words carried a ray of hope into Fernand's heart. M. Fernand's mind was made up.'s throne. and a few small debts the poor old man had contracted. he was merely sent to the frontier. Danglars' heart failed him. Morrel of his wish to quit the sea." said she as she placed his knapsack on his shoulders. Dantes remained a prisoner. Twice during the Hundred Days had Morrel renewed his demand. He then left for Madrid. for if you are killed. What had become of him he cared not to inquire. he carefully preserved the petition that so fearfully compromised Dantes. and twice had Villefort soothed him with promises. It was not want of courage that prevented her putting this resolution into execution. to whom Marseilles had become filled with remorseful memories. like Fernand. remained in his dungeon. after the Hundred Days and after Waterloo. he reflected.

" "Let us visit them. and that they wanted to be set free. and you might fall a victim. What could they desire beyond their liberty? The inspector turned smilingly to the governor." replied the inspector. that the fare was detestable. "I do not know what reason government can assign for these useless visits. He guessed something uncommon was passing among the living. but he had so long ceased to have any intercourse with the world. "We must play the farce to the end. the dangerous and mad prisoners are in the dungeons. a man we are ordered to keep the most strict watch over." said the governor. and to assist. −− always the same thing. so humid. one after another." "Was he placed here when he first arrived?" "No. −− sounds that at the depth where he lay would have been inaudible to any but the ear of a prisoner. commit acts of useless violence. The universal response was. The Two Prisoners." Chapter 14. "The prisoners sometimes. so foul. smell. so dark. "who can live here?" "A most dangerous conspirator. you see all." "Let us first send for two soldiers. when you see one prisoner. the father of so dangerous a Bonapartist as Dantes. through mere uneasiness of life. the south was aflame. even on his death−bed. 83 . who took his food to him. and the inspector descended a stairway. the cells and dungeons of several of the prisoners." "He is alone?" "Certainly. as to be loathsome to sight. Let us see the dungeons.The Count of Monte Cristo There was more than benevolence in this action." cried the inspector. The inspector asked if they had anything else to ask for. that he looked upon himself as dead. They shook their heads. and in order to be sentenced to death. who could hear the plash of the drop of water that every hour fell from the roof of his dungeon. Chapter 14." "How long his he been there?" "Nearly a year. whose good behavior or stupidity recommended them to the clemency of the government. and if they had any request to make. Are there any others?" "Yes. The Two Prisoners. not until he attempted to kill the turnkey. there was courage. Dantes in his cell heard the noise of preparation. −− ill fed and innocent." said the inspector with an air of fatigue. "Oh. The inspector visited. A year after Louis XVIII. a visit was made by the inspector−general of prisons. was stigmatized as a crime. Two soldiers were accordingly sent for. as he is daring and resolute.'s restoration. He inquired how they were fed. and respiration." "Take all needful precautions.

" "So much the better for him. "He will become religious −− he is already more gentle." said the inspector. he now grows fat. and the creaking of the hinges. whence he could see the ray of light that came through a narrow iron grating above. The soldiers interposed their bayonets. for his madness is amusing. "He must be mad. The Two Prisoners. and in 1813 he went mad. Then. escorted by two turnkeys holding torches and accompanied by two soldiers. I made some curious observations on this at Charenton. At the sound of the key turning in the lock. sprang forward with clasped hands. the victim of an infamous Chapter 14. 84 . −− he will suffer less. "Let us visit this one first. "and this remark proves that you have deeply considered the subject.The Count of Monte Cristo "To kill the turnkey?" "Yes. "Shall I complain of him?" demanded the inspector. not only to me. He was. who guessed the truth. and sought to inspire him with pity. "I want to know what crime I have committed −− to be tried. he addressed the inspector. and the latter recoiled two or three steps. sir. −− he is a devil!" returned the turnkey." This was the inspector's first visit. Seeing a stranger. Now we have in a dungeon about twenty feet distant. he wanted to kill me!" returned the turnkey. turning to the governor. and in another year he will be quite so. no. and to which you descend by another stair. it's of no consequence." "I will see them both. and if I am guilty. infusing all the humility he possessed into his eyes and voice. and he signed to the turnkey to open the door. Dantes. and retreated before the bayonets −− madmen are not afraid of anything. is that an innocent man should languish in prison. but to officers of justice and the king. The inspector listened attentively." replied the governor. turning to the prisoner. and to whom the governor spoke bareheaded. "What is it you want?" said he. who has been here since 1811. who was crouched in a corner of the dungeon. the very one who is lighting us. to be shot. it is useless." said the inspector. What matters really. he grew thin. for they thought that he was about to attack the inspector. raised his head. "By all means. Dantes. "He is worse than that. formerly leader of a party in Italy. Dantes saw that he was looked upon as dangerous. to be set at liberty. he now laughs. He used to weep. an abbe. "You are right. Is it not true." replied the governor. Antoine?" asked the governor." returned the inspector. he is afraid. if innocent." Then." added he. You had better see him. "I believe so. as this remark shows. a man full of philanthropy. and the change is astonishing. I don't know. Besides. then. and that the moment to address himself to the superior authorities was come. he wished to display his authority. he is almost mad now. and in every way fit for his office. "I must conscientiously perform my duty. "True enough." "Are you well fed?" said the inspector. observed. "Oh.

" "I cannot tell you that." "You are very humble to−day. Let me know my crime." said the inspector. The Two Prisoners. captivity his subdued me −− I have been here so long." said the inspector. "I can only promise to examine into your case. not pardon. I am free −− then I am saved!" "Who arrested you?" "M." cried Dantes." "To−day is the 30th of July." "I am no longer surprised at my detention. sir." replied the inspector. but you can plead for me −− you can have me tried −− and that is all I ask. for instance. who saw an honorable career opened before him. and I beg his pardon. that. Uncertainty is worse than all." "Go on with the lights. "you are not so always. surely. You must show me the proofs against him. for he his always been very good to me. "I know it is not in your power to release me. at half−past two in the afternoon. especially to a man who. the poor devil touches me.The Count of Monte Cristo denunciation. "Oh." "And you are not so any longer?" "No. and the reason why I was condemned." "Certainly. is a worse punishment than human crime ever merited. was on the point of marrying a woman he adored. "Monsieur." Chapter 14. "On my word. like me. 1816. to die here cursing his executioners. Villefort. when you tried to kill the turnkey. cannot be denied to one who is accused!" "We shall see." continued Dantes. but a trial." "Monsieur. and ask for me." remarked the governor. then." "M. I ask only for a trial. not intelligence. and is ignorant of the fate of his affianced wife. you do not know what is seventeen months in prison! −− seventeen ages rather. had arrived at the summit of his ambition −− to a man." "Only seventeen months." "It is true. −− why it is but seventeen months. like me. but I was mad." murmured Dantes. who. turning to the governor. Villefort is no longer at Marseilles. 85 . tell me at least to hope. and whether his aged father be still living! Seventeen months captivity to a sailor accustomed to the boundless ocean. but you will find terrible charges. Have pity on me. "since my only protector is removed." replied Dantes. and hear what he says. See him. sir. "The 28th of February. "I can tell by your voice you are touched with pity. then. he is now at Toulouse. but a verdict −− a trial. 1815." "So long? −− when were you arrested." "Oh. then?" asked the inspector. the other day. and who loses all in an instant −− who sees his prospects destroyed.

"It is here. and the inspector gazed curiously into the chamber of the "mad abbe. He did not move at the sound of the door. that is different. the third. he perceived with astonishment the number of persons present. He hastily seized the coverlet of his bed." "No. on the contrary. "If I once went up those stairs." In the centre of the cell. and prayed earnestly." asked the governor. sat a man whose tattered garments scarcely covered him." Dantes fell on his knees. then. He was drawing in this circle geometrical lines. I hope. wait patiently." "How curious! −− what is his name?" "The Abbe Faria. and his madness is less affecting than this one's display of reason. unlock the door." The turnkey obeyed. three. and offer you five millions. the second.The Count of Monte Cristo "Had M. and hear the requests of the prisoners. Antoine. 86 ." continued the inspector. raising his head. and wrapped it round him. two. I should never have the courage to come down again. in a circle traced with a fragment of plaster detached from the wall." "That is well. "I am sent here by government to visit the prison." "You do not understand. monsieur." said the inspector. "What is it you want?" said the inspector. and seemed as much absorbed in his problem as Archimedes was when the soldier of Marcellus slew him. 27." replied the abbe with an air of surprise −− "I want nothing. He is now in his fifth year of captivity." Chapter 14. and so on progressively." "What is his folly?" "He fancies he possesses an immense treasure. The door closed. this one is not like the other. The Two Prisoners. "I. The first year he offered government a million of francs for his release. rely on the notes he has left concerning you?" "Entirely." cried the abbe. "Will you see the register at once." "I can. then." 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. then. he was very kind to me." "Ah. "and we shall understand each other. he will ask to speak to you in private. but this time a fresh inmate was left with Dantes −− hope. "or proceed to the other cell?" "Let us visit them all." "Oh. de Villefort any cause of personal dislike to you?" "None.

"I am the Abbe Faria. monsieur. but it is not that which I wish to speak of. seeing that the inspector was about to depart. "you have not the latest news from Italy?" "My information dates from the day on which I was arrested. I was for twenty years Cardinal Spada's secretary. 87 . Piombino has become the capital of some French department. "it is not absolutely necessary for us to be alone. it concerns your treasures. but a secret I have to reveal of the greatest importance. "However. "You knew him." "We are coming to the point. Could you allow me a few words in private. but." "Very possibly." returned the inspector." continued the prisoner." "Unfortunately. "What you ask is impossible." "It is the only means of rendering Italy strong." whispered the governor. the lodging is very unhealthful." continued the abbe. which was to make Italy a united kingdom. "and as the emperor had created the kingdom of Rome for his infant son. addressing Faria. I presume that he has realized the dream of Machiavelli and Caesar Borgia. would possibly change Newton's system. the governor can be present. only I am not come to discuss politics. which." said the governor. and I presume that." said the inspector." continued Faria. toward the beginning of the year 1811. "I know beforehand what you are about to say. "It is for that reason I am delighted to see you. "providence has changed this gigantic plan you advocate so warmly." said the abbe. like Milan and Florence. "it is just as I told you." returned the inspector with a smile. very bad. amounting to five millions." "The food is the same as in other prisons. does it not?" Faria fixed his eyes on him with an expression that would have convinced any one else of his sanity." "The very sum you named." "Ah." returned the Abbe Faria." "Why from the French government?" "Because I was arrested at Piombino. if it succeeded. "I would speak to you of a large sum. I know not. "But.The Count of Monte Cristo "There. I was arrested." "What did I tell you?" said the governor. −− that is. happy. born at Rome. but to inquire if you have anything to ask or to complain of. "although you have disturbed me in a most important calculation. why. on the whole." continued he." "Monsieur. Chapter 14." whispered the governor." whispered the inspector in his turn. and independent. now." "Monsieur. The Two Prisoners. since then I have demanded my liberty from the Italian and French government. passable for a dungeon.

"Monsieur. Inspector. I will keep it for myself. "Nor you to mine. "The treasure I speak of really exists." said the governor. in which I promise to lead you to the spot where you shall dig. "to free me if what I tell you prove true. Chapter 14." "It is not ill−planned." replied Faria." replied the inspector impatiently." said he. "What is he doing there?" said the inspector. and I will stay here while you go to the spot. "If all the prisoners took it into their heads to travel a hundred leagues. "Is the spot far from here?" "A hundred leagues. "I can tell you the story as well as he." cried he." "You do not reply to my question. God will give it me. You refuse me my liberty." said the inspector in a low tone." The governor laughed." returned the abbe. and I will content myself with the rest. "of what else should I speak?" "Mr. I will stay here. he seized the inspector's hand. "that you are like those of Holy Writ. with that acuteness of hearing peculiar to prisoners. the government is rich and does not want your treasures." "Are you well fed?" repeated the inspector. "You will not accept my gold." And the abbe. "and the abbe's plan has not even the merit of originality. bring me here again. so there is no chance of my escaping. you run no risk. as I told you." The abbe's eyes glistened." replied the inspector. "keep them until you are liberated." cried the abbe." "That proves. 88 . I should believe what he says. who having ears hear not. "and am detained here until my death? this treasure will be lost. for. "But what if I am not liberated. −− I ask no more." "I am not mad. and continued his calculations. casting away his coverlet. and their guardians consented to accompany them." Then turning to Faria −− "I inquired if you are well fed?" said he." "My dear sir. resumed his place. Had not government better profit by it? I will offer six millions." "On my word.The Count of Monte Cristo "Of course. and having eyes see not." said the inspector. "Counting his treasures. The Two Prisoners." replied Faria." replied the governor. "had I not been told beforehand that this man was mad. and if I deceive you. if they will only give me my liberty. they would have a capital chance of escaping. "Swear to me." continued the governor." "The scheme is well known. for it has been dinned in my ears for the last four or five years. and I offer to sign an agreement with you.

those desirers of the impossible.The Count of Monte Cristo Faria replied to this sarcasm with a glance of profound contempt. restrained by the limits of mere probability. He remained in his cell. This note was in a different hand from the rest. Chapter 14. and this visit only increased the belief in his insanity. and amongst them Dantes' jailer. it is conveyed to some gloomy hospital. "Or dreamed he was. Formerly they believed themselves sprung from Jupiter. Finally ten months and a half had gone by and no favorable change had taken place. and Dantes began to fancy the inspector's visit but a dream. −− "Nothing to be done. Caligula or Nero. forgotten the date. he had. The turnkey closed the door behind them." said the inspector. with a fragment of plaster. their inhabitants were designated by the numbers of their cell. he had obtained charge of the fortress at Ham. The inspector could not contend against this accusation. But the kings of modern times. It has always been against the policy of despotic governments to suffer the victims of their persecutions to reappear. "if he had been rich. As the Inquisition rarely allowed its victims to be seen with their limbs distorted and their flesh lacerated by torture. which showed that it had been added since his confinement. This fortnight expired. "He was wealthy once. the liberty he so earnestly prayed for. and made a mark every day. and that he would not reach there until his circuit was finished. The Two Prisoners. They fear the ear that hears their orders. he examined the register. in exchange for his wealth. but nowadays they are not inviolable. condemned him to perpetual captivity. He took with him several of his subordinates. 1816. then months −− Dantes still waited. an illusion of the brain. he at first expected to be freed in a fortnight. The inspector kept his word with Dantes. he therefore fixed three months. The very madness of the Abbe Faria. 89 . then six more. gone mad in prison. Days and weeks passed away. he would not have been here. till then. and the unhappy young man was no longer called Edmond Dantes −− he was now number 34. would have accorded to the poor wretch. A new governor arrived. from whence. it would have been too tedious to acquire the names of the prisoners." So the matter ended for the Abbe Faria. The greatest watchfulness and care to be exercised. he wrote the date. he learned their numbers instead. so madness is always concealed in its cell." "After all. and awoke mad. should it depart. have neither courage nor desire. and found the following note concerning him: −− Edmond Dantes: Violent Bonapartist. in order not to lose his reckoning again. those treasure−seekers. They went out." This visit had infused new vigor into Dantes. where the doctor has no thought for man or mind in the mutilated being the jailer delivers to him. At the expiration of a year the governor was transferred. three months passed away. took an active part in the return from Elba. and the eye that scrutinizes their actions. and shielded by their birth. 30th July. but now. This horrible place contained fifty cells. he simply wrote. he decided that the inspector would do nothing until his return to Paris. perhaps?" said the inspector.

before his captivity. He clung to one idea −− that of his happiness. Dantes spoke for the sake of hearing his own voice. was imprisoned like an eagle in a cage. by an unheard−of fatality. traverse in mental vision the history of the ages. and rebuild the ancient cities so vast and stupendous in the light of the imagination. He was sustained at first by that pride of conscious innocence which is the sequence to hope. which justified in some measure the governor's belief in his mental alienation. destroyed. and saw each other. 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. Dantes remained a prisoner. and prayed aloud. At the bottom of his heart he had often had a feeling of pity for this unhappy young man who suffered so. bring to life the nations that had perished. Dantes passed through all the stages of torture natural to prisoners in suspense. Rage supplanted religious fervor. or a breath of air that annoyed him. returned. he sighed for the galleys. he addressed his supplications. so that the least thing. The galley−slaves breathed the fresh air of heaven. His requests were not granted. do not have any hope in him till they have exhausted all other means of deliverance. All the pious ideas that had been so long forgotten. and his future so doubtful. but he went on asking all the same. that would have exalted in thus revisiting the past. then he began to doubt his own innocence. dashed himself furiously against the walls of his prison. Dantes. He besought the jailer one day to let him have a companion. 90 . He entreated to be allowed to walk about. to speak to a man. Number 34 and Number 27. He now wished to be amongst them. Number 34 and Number 27. He laid every action of his life before the Almighty. Nineteen years of light to reflect upon in eternal darkness! No distraction could come to his aid. his energetic spirit. for a change. devoured it (so to speak). with the infamous costume. even though mute. Dantes uttered blasphemies that made his jailer recoil with horror." Yet in spite of his earnest prayers. whose present so melancholy. and refused his request. Unfortunates. and murderers. he had tried to speak when alone. relaxing his sentiment of pride. although the latter was. but still.The Count of Monte Cristo Chapter 15. Dantes was a man of great simplicity of thought. he considered and reconsidered this idea. but to man. mind had revolted at the idea of assemblages of prisoners. without apparent cause. and he then turned to God. and chiefly upon himself. in order to see some other face besides that of his jailer. not to God. and then. but the sound of his voice terrified him. if possible. though rough and hardened by the constant sight of so much suffering. and writing materials. for he fell into a sort of ecstasy. proposed tasks to accomplish. made up of thieves. were it even the mad abbe. 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 he laid the request of number 34 before the governor. he recollected the prayers his mother had taught him. led to paroxysms of fury. and that pass before the eye glowing with celestial colors in Martin's Babylonian pictures. They were very happy. for in prosperity prayers seem but a mere medley of words. and would afford him some amusement. Then the letter that Villefort had showed to him recurred to his mind. was yet a man. He could not do this. vagabonds. who ought to begin with God. and every line Chapter 15. to have fresh air. and discovered a new meaning in every word. He accustomed himself to speaking to the new jailer. Then gloom settled heavily upon him. Dantes had exhausted all human resources. −− a grain of sand. more taciturn than the old one. and without education. The jailer. and the brand on the shoulder. God is always the last resource. was something. no longer terrified at the sound of his own voice. therefore. he whose past life was so short. Dantes asked to be removed from his present dungeon into another. a straw. however disadvantageous. in the solitude of his dungeon. books. but the latter sapiently imagined that Dantes wished to conspire or attempt an escape. he could not. the chain. wreaked his anger upon everything. was still a change. as the implacable Ugolino devours the skull of Archbishop Roger in the Inferno of Dante. Often.

I have lost all that bound me to life. the sea rage and foam. He could hang himself with his handkerchief to the window bars. or refuse food and die of starvation. Number 34 and Number 27. death smiles and invites me to repose." said he. of black and mouldy bread. of tainted fish. Hunger made viands once repugnant. "When my morning and evening meals are brought. should serve for food to the gulls and ravens. unless the protecting hand of God snatch him thence." He kept his word. who. I die after my own manner. This state of mental anguish is. and his struggles but tend to hasten his destruction. through the barred aperture. and. I have seen the heavens overcast. all is over.The Count of Monte Cristo gleamed forth in fiery letters on the wall like the mene tekel upharsin of Belshazzar. Unhappy he. because after torture came death. because to be cast upon a bed of rocks and seaweed seemed terrible. All his sorrows. Dantes had always entertained the greatest horror of pirates. and they will think that I have eaten them. because he felt that he could throw it off at pleasure. It was the last yearning for life contending with the resolution of despair. he began to reflect on suicide. 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. and gazed thoughtfully at the morsel of bad meat. at the bottom of which lie darkness and obscurity. the storm arise. He consigned his unknown persecutors to the most horrible tortures he could imagine. arranged his couch to the best of his power. twice a day he cast out. like a monstrous bird. then with deliberation. But the first was repugnant to him. now acceptable. with their train of gloomy spectres. and death then terrified me. He told himself that it was the enmity of man. and fearful of changing his mind." and had chosen the manner of his death." No sooner had this idea taken possession of him than he became more composed. "I will cast them out of the window. looking forward with terror to his future existence. on the brink of misfortune. Dantes reviewed his past life with composure. chose that middle line that seemed to afford him a refuge. then his dungeon seemed less Chapter 15. Dantes said. less terrible than the sufferings that precede or the punishment that possibly will follow. all his sufferings. Nothing but the recollection of his oath gave him strength to proceed. By dint of constantly dwelling on the idea that tranquillity was death. Once thus ensnared. "Sometimes. and if punishment were the end in view other tortures than death must be invented. and found existence almost supportable. and began that day to carry out his resolve. as I fall asleep when I have paced three thousand times round my cell. a creature made for the service of God. because I was unwilling that I. and at last with regret. Edmond found some solace in these ideas. he would not die by what seemed an infamous death. that had thus plunged him into the deepest misery. "in my voyages. He resolved to adopt the second. like a worn−out garment. however. I die exhausted and broken−spirited. "I wish to die. beating the two horizons with its wings. and. he had taken an oath to die. and I used all my skill and intelligence as a man and a sailor to struggle against the wrath of God. There is a sort of consolation at the contemplation of the yawning abyss. and after death. because I had not courted death. Two methods of self−destruction were at his disposal. when I was a man and commanded other men." thought he. Soon the fury of the waves and the sight of the sharp rocks announced the approach of death. at the end of the second he had ceased to mark the lapse of time. who are hung up to the yard−arm. that trembled and shook before the tempest. the provisions his jailer brought him −− at first gayly. at least the boon of unconsciousness. 91 . Then I felt that my vessel was a vain refuge. But now it is different. and found them all insufficient. ate little and slept less. and not the vengeance of heaven. Nearly four years had passed away. but he who unwarily ventures within its embrace finds himself struggling with a monster that would drag him down to perdition. if not repose. he held the plate in his hand for an hour at a time. fled from his cell when the angel of death seemed about to enter.

his thirst had abated. so used to misfortune. he refused himself. had not answered him when he inquired what was the matter with him. "There can be no doubt about it. Edmond listened. the gnawing pain at his stomach had ceased. nearer and more distinct. when he closed his eyes he saw myriads of lights dancing before them like the will−o'−the−wisps that play about the marshes. and wearying the patience of his jailer. and placing the food on the rickety table. in order to have an excuse for speaking louder. So many loathsome animals inhabited the prison. doubtless he was deceived. about the coldness of his dungeon. The next morning he could not see or hear. about nine o'clock in the evening. and striving to diminish the distance that separated them. It was a continual scratching. Although weakened. if I were only there to help him!" Suddenly another idea took possession of his mind. in general. and turned his face to the wall when he looked too curiously at him. Perhaps one of those beloved ones he had so often thought of was thinking of him. he withdrew. The jailer brought him his breakfast. Fortunately. his prospects less desperate. but now the jailer might hear the noise and put an end to it. and all was silent. Suddenly the jailer entered. a powerful tooth. Number 34 and Number 27. he then heard a noise of something falling.The Count of Monte Cristo sombre. 92 . he had not sufficient strength to rise and cast his supper out of the loophole. grumbling and complaining. he fancied that Dantes was delirious. like a voluntary Tantalus. It was the twilight of that mysterious country called Death! Suddenly. the young man's brain instantly responded to the idea that haunts all prisoners −− liberty! It seemed to him that heaven had at length taken pity on him. awake him. and had sent this noise to warn him on the very brink of the abyss. He was still young −− he was only four or five and twenty −− he had nearly fifty years to live. Thus the day passed away. What unforseen events might not open his prison door. but he thought of his oath. the jailer feared he was dangerously ill. Edmond raised his head and listened. Oh. He persisted until. and the sound became more and more distinct. Some hours afterwards it began again. at last. It lasted nearly three hours. as if made by a huge claw. Edmond was intensely interested. about the bad quality of the food. No. Edmond had not spoken to the attendant. and restore him to liberty? Then he raised to his lips the repast that. but whether abstinence had quickened his faculties. Dantes raised himself up and began to talk about everything. or whether the noise was really louder than usual. or some iron instrument attacking the stones. Edmond hoped he was dying. Chapter 15. who out of kindness of heart had brought broth and white bread for his prisoner. and so destroy a ray of something like hope that soothed his last moments. Edmond felt a sort of stupor creeping over him which brought with it a feeling almost of content. and he would not break it. and during the four days that he had been carrying out his purpose. "it is some prisoner who is striving to obtain his freedom. Edmond heard a hollow sound in the wall against which he was lying. that their noise did not. 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. and it was but one of those dreams that forerun death! Edmond still heard the sound. For a week since he had resolved to die." thought he. no.

" said Edmond joyfully. In the morning the jailer brought him fresh provisions −− he had already devoured those of the previous day. walking round and round his cell. 93 . and with it knocked against the wall where the sound came. a chair. staggered towards it. and looked around for anything with which he could pierce the wall. He had often heard that shipwrecked persons had died through having eagerly devoured too much food. and drank off the contents with a feeling of indescribable pleasure. as if by magic. he had no knife or sharp instrument. a table. the prisoner had discovered the danger. and his sight was clear. He saw but one means of restoring lucidity and clearness to his judgment. and returned to his couch −− he did not wish to die. Three days passed −− seventy−two long tedious hours which he counted off by minutes! At length one evening. he ate these listening anxiously for the sound. rose. fancied he heard an almost imperceptible movement among the stones. but he had too often assured himself of its solidity. he will soon resume it. The bed Chapter 15. If. on the contrary. Edmond determined to assist the indefatigable laborer. Edmond's brain was still so feeble that he could not bend his thoughts to anything in particular. and had substituted a lever for a chisel. but how could he risk the question? It was easy to call his jailer's attention to the noise. he went to a corner of his dungeon. and displace a stone. but without compromising anybody. in order to find out who is knocking. All his furniture consisted of a bed. Edmond listened intently. He struck thrice. and not begin again until he thinks every one is asleep. an hour passed. I need but knock against the wall. He began by moving his bed. "It is a prisoner. Edmond swallowed a few mouthfuls of bread and water. At the first blow the sound ceased. found himself well−nigh recovered. and strengthen his thoughts by reasoning. and grew impatient at the prudence of the prisoner. Encouraged by this discovery. and then went back and listened. raised the vessel to his lips. and watch his countenance as he listened." Edmond rose again. He saw nothing. and he will cease to work. At intervals he listened to learn if the noise had not begun again. walked up and down his cell to collect his thoughts. The matter was no longer doubtful. as the jailer was visiting him for the last time that night. The night passed in perfect silence. He moved away. Then he said to himself. Something was at work on the other side of the wall. but as his occupation is sanctioned by the governor. the noise I make will alarm him. Number 34 and Number 27. it is a prisoner. who did not guess he had been disturbed by a captive as anxious for liberty as himself. Edmond did not close his eyes. If it is a workman. He turned his eyes towards the soup which the jailer had brought. two hours passed. and why he does so.The Count of Monte Cristo It was easy to ascertain this. a pail. The day passed away in utter silence −− night came without recurrence of the noise. thanks to the vigor of his constitution. restoring vigor and agility to his limbs by exercise. but might he not by this means destroy hopes far more important than the short−lived satisfaction of his own curiosity? Unfortunately. and so preparing himself for his future destiny. and a jug. and no sound was heard from the wall −− all was silent there. penetrate the moist cement. with his ear for the hundredth time at the wall. "I must put this to the test. He soon felt that his ideas became again collected −− he could think. but this time his legs did not tremble. Edmond replaced on the table the bread he was about to devour. the window grating was of iron. and. detached a stone. Full of hope. shaking the iron bars of the loophole. he will cease. Dantes.

he paused. or half empty. what might he not have accomplished? In three days he had succeeded. The jailer was accustomed to pour the contents of the saucepan into Dantes' plate. and departed. and Dantes was able to break it off −− in small morsels. and the perspiration dried on his forehead. but in the darkness he could not do much. The fragments of the jug broke. without giving himself the trouble to remove the fragments of the broken one. but that had been removed. and after an hour of useless toil. and it would have required a screw−driver to take them off. which was to break the jug. it is true. Day came. to give strength to the structure. He returned speedily. supposing that the rock was not encountered. who continued to mine his way. The breaking of his jug was too natural an accident to excite suspicion. washed the plate. but they were screwed to the wood. and which he must remove from its socket. this saucepan contained soup for both prisoners. The table and chair had nothing. Edmond had all the night to work in. and then. Chapter 15. The damp had rendered it friable. He let the jug fall on the floor. stepped on it and broke it. and the jailer went grumblingly to fetch another. he pushed back his bed. with the utmost precaution. Dantes heard joyfully the key grate in the lock. Dantes concealed two or three of the sharpest fragments in his bed. which thus served for every day. after eating his soup with a wooden spoon. Number 34 and Number 27. It was one of these he had uncovered. might be formed. the jailer. Dantes had but one resource. During the six years that he had been imprisoned. Dantes would have given ten years of his life in exchange for it. leaving the rest on the floor. Dantes strove to do this with his nails. The prisoner reproached himself with not having thus employed the hours he had passed in vain hopes. but they were too weak. blocks of hewn stone were at intervals imbedded. in removing the cement. and he soon felt that he was working against something very hard. the pail had once possessed a handle. a mathematician might have calculated that in two years. that he had labored uselessly the previous evening in attacking the stone instead of removing the plaster that surrounded it. and it broke in pieces. and Dantes. among which. prayer. Dantes told him that the jug had fallen from his hands while he was drinking. and waited for day. advised the prisoner to be more careful. The jailer always brought Dantes' soup in an iron saucepan. but at the end of half an hour he had scraped off a handful. and was he to wait inactive until his fellow workman had completed his task? Suddenly an idea occurred to him −− he smiled. 94 . The wall was built of rough stones. and despondency. saw by the faint light that penetrated into his cell. according as the turnkey gave it to him or to his companion first. hastily displacing his bed. All night he heard the subterranean workman. and with one of the sharp fragments attack the wall. the jailer entered. Was he to be thus stopped at the beginning. he listened until the sound of steps died away. a passage twenty feet long and two feet broad. Now when evening came Dantes put his plate on the ground near the door. and exposing the stone−work. The handle of this saucepan was of iron. for Dantes had noticed that it was either quite full. as he entered.The Count of Monte Cristo had iron clamps.

and pour your soup into that." Dantes raised his eyes to heaven and clasped his hands beneath the coverlet. 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." Edmond had not heard any one speak save his jailer for four or five years. and lay down. and after waiting an hour. as it had been for the last three days. sounded hollow and sepulchral in the young man's ears. "No. however. it was evident that his neighbor distrusted him. it was necessary. inserted the point between the hewn stone and rough stones of the wall. deadened by the distance. He was wrong to leave it there. "Ah. the government would be ruined. Dantes was beside himself with joy. At the end of an hour the stone was extricated from the wall. and a jailer is no man to a prisoner −− he is a living door. He had noticed. Dantes wished to ascertain whether his neighbor had really ceased to work. He left the saucepan. and placed it in its accustomed place. he removed his bed. and employed it as a lever. that the prisoner on the other side had ceased to labor. and found that it was a beam. wishing to make the best use of his time while he had the means of labor. therefore. took the handle of the saucepan. carried it into the corner of his cell. but the jailer was wrong not to have looked before him. Dantes touched it. The jailer." replied the turnkey. he would go to his neighbor.The Count of Monte Cristo This time he could not blame Dantes. had not Dantes long ceased to do so. "Well. as it spared him the necessity of making another trip. "O my God." said Dantes. 95 . Then. This would have been a method of reckoning time. or rather blocked up. only grumbled. he continued to work without ceasing. the turnkey retired. a barrier of flesh and blood adding strength to restraints of oak and iron." This advice was to the jailer's taste. no matter. lest the jailer should change his mind and return. Dantes' entire dinner service consisted of one plate −− there was no alternative. Dantes straightened the handle of the saucepan as well as he could. this was a greater reason for proceeding −− if his neighbor would not come to him. Having poured out the soup. and. and covered it with earth. After having deprived me of my liberty. The turnkey poured his ration of soup into it. after having recalled me to existence. after having deprived me of death. Dantes carefully collected the plaster. The breakfast consisted of a piece of bread. When the hour for his jailer's visit arrived. my God!" murmured he. I shall leave you the saucepan. therefore. At the dawn of day he replaced the stone. then you make me break your plate. that I hoped my prayers had been heard. but met with a smooth surface. The unhappy young man had not thought of this. the hole Dantes had made. Then he looked about for something to pour the soup into. The iron made no impression. He rapidly devoured his food. my God. This beam crossed. don't you intend to bring me another plate?" said Dantes. Chapter 15. and he rose to his knees. together with the fish −− for thrice a week the prisoners were deprived of meat. the jailer entered and placed the bread on the table." said he. he toiled on all the night without being discouraged. and by the evening he had succeeded in extracting ten handfuls of plaster and fragments of stone. Edmond's hair stood on end. Number 34 and Number 27. but after two or three hours he encountered an obstacle. Dantes sighed. "you can take it away when you bring me my breakfast. to dig above or under it. So for the future I hope you will not be so destructive. "Leave the saucepan. leaving a cavity a foot and a half in diameter. if all the prisoners followed your example. However. A slight oscillation showed Dantes that all went well. All day he toiled on untiringly. have pity on me. First you break your jug. He listened −− all was silent. "you destroy everything. "I have so earnestly prayed to you. He felt more gratitude for the possession of this piece of iron than he had ever felt for anything. pushed his bed against the wall. "I hear a human voice.

"Do not dig any more." cried Dantes. and was sent to the Island of Elba. "Of what country?" "A Frenchman. 96 ." said the voice. Number 34 and Number 27." "How is it concealed?" "Behind my bed. who made no hesitation in answering." "Has your bed been moved since you have been a prisoner?" "No." "Your name?" "Edmond Dantes. Who are you?" "Who are you?" said the voice. "speak again." "What! For the emperor's return? −− the emperor is no longer on the throne. then?" "He abdicated at Fontainebleau in 1814." "But of what are you accused?" "Of having conspired to aid the emperor's return." replied Dantes. "only tell me how high up is your excavation?" "On a level with the floor." "How long have you been here?" "Since the 28th of February. But how long have you been here that you are ignorant of all this?" "Since 1811. 1815." Chapter 15. this man had been four years longer than himself in prison." "Your crime?" "I am innocent. "An unhappy prisoner.The Count of Monte Cristo "In the name of heaven." Dantes shuddered. though the sound of your voice terrifies me." "Your profession?" "A sailor.

" "Not quite twenty−six!" murmured the voice." "Could you have swum so far?" "Heaven would have given me strength. All I do know is. I am a Christian. but now all is lost. 1815." "Alas!" murmured the voice. I swear to you. do not work any more. If you do. "Oh. for I have got to the end of my strength. that I will dash my brains out against the wall. and wait until you hear from me. that I was just nineteen when I was arrested." "You mistrust me." said Dantes. and you will have my death to reproach yourself with. "I have made a mistake owing to an error in my plans. gained one of the islands near here −− the Isle de Daume or the Isle de Tiboulen −− and then I should have been safe. "at that age he cannot be a traitor." cried Dantes.The Count of Monte Cristo "What does your chamber open on?" "A corridor. who you are?" "I am −− I am No." "All?" "Yes. I took the wall you are mining for the outer wall of the fortress. at least. 27." "How old are you? Your voice is that of a young man." "And supposing you had succeeded?" "I should have thrown myself into the sea. "Oh. then. Number 34 and Number 27." Chapter 15. stop up your excavation carefully. for I have not counted the years I have been here. guessing instinctively that this man meant to abandon him. Edmond fancied he heard a bitter laugh resounding from the depths. 97 . I took the wrong angle." "I do not know my age. and have come out fifteen feet from where I intended." "But then you would be close to the sea?" "That is what I hoped. the 28th of February. what is the matter?" cried Dantes. "I swear to you by him who died for us that naught shall induce me to breathe one syllable to my jailers." "And the corridor?" "On a court. but I conjure you do not abandon me." "Tell me.

and pushed his bed back against the wall. no. Once or twice the thought crossed his mind that he might be separated from this unknown. Number 34 and Number 27. He would no longer be alone. "he will not return until the evening." "Then you will love me. He would be condemned to die. Dantes was on his bed. I only love him and a young girl called Mercedes." said Dantes. I will give you the signal. At the slightest noise he bounded towards the door. for the jailer said. he feared that the emotion of his voice would betray him. "I am here. for I was about to form another plan. I am sure. I will not forget you." returned the voice. "to−morrow. but he was about to die of grief and despair when this miraculous noise recalled him to life.The Count of Monte Cristo "Oh." "Is your jailer gone?" "Yes. I have a father who is seventy if he yet lives. and prayers where two or three are gathered together invoke the mercy of heaven. We will escape. "Come. however. Night came. All day Dantes walked up and down his cell. and if we cannot escape we will talk. perhaps. and ask for my assistance. "I swear to you again. so that we have twelve hours before us. Wait. I would allow myself to be hacked in pieces!" "You have done well to speak to me." "It is well. I will be your comrade. he would have a companion. just as he removed his bed from the wall. Dantes hoped that his neighbor would profit by the silence to address him. The next morning. You must love somebody?" "No. you will come to me." cried Dantes. he threw himself on his knees. you of those whom you love. I am alone in the world. but he was mistaken. rather than betray you. Chapter 15. Plaints made in common are almost prayers. I will be your son. Dantes rose. He was. he would kill him with his water jug. I shall love you as I loved my father. He then gave himself up to his happiness. pressing his hand on his heart. The jailer went away shaking his head." These few words were uttered with an accent that left no doubt of his sincerity. if you are old. If you are young. The jailer came in the evening. "Is it you?" said he. but your age reassures me." "How long?" "I must calculate our chances. and leave you. at the worst. about to regain his liberty. then?" said the voice." "But you will not leave me. and captivity that is shared is but half captivity. whom he loved already. It seemed to him that thus he better guarded the unfinished opening. and I of those whom I love. and then his mind was made up −− when the jailer moved his bed and stooped to examine the opening. 98 . are you going mad again?" Dantes did not answer. or you will let me come to you. Doubtless there was a strange expression in his eyes. dispersed the fragments with the same precaution as before. no." "I can work. he heard three knocks. but God alone knows if she loves me still. My father has not yet forgotten me. He sat down occasionally on his bed.

He thanked him with grateful cordiality for his kindly welcome. He received the enthusiastic greeting of his young acquaintance with evident pleasure. pincers. A Learned Italian. he stooped and raised the stone easily in spite of its weight." said he. Dantes almost carried him towards the window. and the bold outline of his strongly marked features." exclaimed Dantes. almost buried beneath the thick gray eyebrow. who sprang lightly into his cell. yes. Then from the bottom of this passage. Chapter 16. as though his chilled affections were rekindled and invigorated by his contact with one so warm and ardent. I have all that are necessary. he drew back smartly. here is my chisel. and this very tool has sufficed me to hollow out the road by which I came hither. and a long (and still black) beard reaching down to his breast. with hair blanched rather by suffering and sorrow than by age. Chapter 16. in the first place. he saw appear. and lever." So saying. and lastly the body of a man." "Why. the depth of which it was impossible to measure." "Well. A Learned Italian. then the shoulders. 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. betokened a man more accustomed to exercise his mental faculties than his physical strength. this instant. He was a man of small stature. "And with what did you contrive to make that?" inquired Dantes. I entreat you. −− "You removed this stone very carelessly. "With one of the clamps of my bedstead. how I should like to see these products of your industry and patience. he said. deeply furrowed by care. first the head. 99 . Large drops of perspiration were now standing on his brow. "whether it is possible to remove the traces of my entrance here −− our future tranquillity depends upon our jailers being entirely ignorant of it. and with the exception of a file. Seizing in his arms the friend so long and ardently desired." In a moment that part of the floor on which Dantes was resting his two hands." "Oh. he displayed a sharp strong blade." "Fifty feet!" responded Dantes." Advancing to the opening. "do you possess any?" "I made myself some. 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. penetrating eye. His thin face. as he knelt with his head in the opening. but I suppose you had no tools to aid you. "Let us first see. while a mass of stones and earth disappeared in a hole that opened beneath the aperture he himself had formed. with a handle made of beechwood. with astonishment. fitting it into its place. in order to obtain a better view of his features by the aid of the imperfect light that struggled through the grating. suddenly gave way. The stranger might have numbered sixty or sixty−five years. yes. He had a deep−set.The Count of Monte Cristo "Oh. almost terrified. then. a distance of about fifty feet. 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. −− a chisel.

sprang up with an agility by no means to be expected in a person of his years. furnished with three iron bars." Chapter 16. An instant afterwards he hastily drew back his head. The fourth and last side of your cell faces on −− faces on −− stop a minute. The elder prisoner pondered the matter. "What was it that you thought?" asked the young man anxiously. mounted on the table. and throw myself into the sea. It frequently occurs in a state prison like this. was. to reach the outer wall. he dragged the table beneath the window. "but the corridor you speak of only bounds one side of my cell. I expected. however. unfortunately. saying. only. My labor is all in vain. As the stranger asked the question. as I told you. there are three others −− do you know anything of their situation?" "This one is built against the solid rock. that is about the distance that separates your chamber from mine. The young man obeyed. we should only get into some lock−up cellars. whom as yet Dantes knew only by the number of his cell. 100 . duly furnished with the requisite tools. where patrols are continually passing." said Dantes. he nimbly leaped from the table to the ground. that persons are stationed outside the doors of the cells purposely to overhear the conversation of the prisoners." said he at length.The Count of Monte Cristo "Do not speak so loud. in his turn descending from the table." "But they believe I am shut up alone here. and from them to his shoulders. and sentries keep watch day and night. and. 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. "Climb up. I made it fifty. divining the wishes of his companion. kept along the corridor on which your chamber opens. "Yes. placed his back securely against the wall and held out both hands." "That's true. pierce through it. I saw the soldier's shape and the top of his musket. instead of going beneath it. he managed to slip his head between the upper bars of the window. This side of your chamber looks out upon a kind of open gallery. so as to quiet all apprehensions even in the mind of the most suspicious jailer as to the possibility of a prisoner's escape. "it is so. climbed from the table to the outstretched hands of Dantes. for I find that the corridor looks into a courtyard filled with soldiers." "And you say that you dug your way a distance of fifty feet to get here?" "I do. then. so as to be able to command a perfect view from top to bottom. and. to an opening through which a child could not have passed. A Learned Italian. which gradually diminished in size as it approached the outside. "I thought so!" and sliding from the shoulders of Dantes as dextrously as he had ascended. for the ceiling of the dungeon prevented him from holding himself erect. bending double. I have. instead of taking an ellipsis of forty feet. I did not curve aright. and were we to work our way through. that made me draw in my head so quickly." said he to Dantes. The stranger. for want of the necessary geometrical instruments to calculate my scale of proportion. where we must necessarily be recaptured." "That makes no difference. for better security. This adjoins the lower part of the governor's apartments." "Are you quite sure of that?" "Certain. light and steady on his feet as a cat or a lizard. as many years to perforate it. young man −− don't speak so loud. for I was fearful he might also see me. and it would take ten experienced miners.

101 . then a constitution. a stadtholder who becomes a king.The Count of Monte Cristo "Well?" inquired Dantes. Then new concessions to the people. you feel any curiosity respecting one. and surveying him with the kindling gaze of a prophet. but I forget this sometimes. A Learned Italian. "l am the Abbe Faria. After Charles I." "Willingly. powerless to aid you in any way. and there are even moments when my mental vision transports me beyond these walls. turning towards Dantes. that four years afterwards. Ah. and then James II. I entreat of you. this colossus of power would be overthrown..! How inscrutable are the ways of providence −− for what great and mysterious purpose has it pleased heaven to abase the man once so elevated. because. and I fancy myself at liberty. Pray let me know who you really are?" The stranger smiled a melancholy smile. whole attention was riveted on a man who could thus forget his own misfortunes while occupying himself with the destinies of others. after Cromwell. "never have I met with so remarkable a person as yourself. now. "the will of God be done!" and as the old man slowly pronounced those words. Cromwell. indeed." pursued the young man eagerly −− "Then. and raise up him who was so abased?" Dantes. "we are prisoners." said he. Then who reigns in France at this moment −− Napoleon II. some Prince of Orange. "'Twill be the same as it was in England. and have been imprisoned as you know in this Chateau d'If since the year 1811. "Yes. namely. "you are young. Dantes gazed on the man who could thus philosophically resign hopes so long and ardently nourished with an astonishment mingled with admiration. Louis XVIII. It was at this period I learned that the destiny which seemed subservient to every wish formed by Napoleon." "Probably. who and what you are?" said he at length.?" "No." answered the stranger." answered the elder prisoner. you will see all this come to pass. Charles II. alas. In the year 1811 I was transferred to Piedmont in France." "But wherefore are you here?" "Because in 1807 I dreamed of the very plan Napoleon tried to realize in 1811." continued he.. named king of Rome even in his cradle. and instead of allowing it to be split up into a quantity of petty Chapter 16." "The brother of Louis XVII. "Then listen. you can console and support me by the strength of your own powerful mind. previously to which I had been confined for three years in the fortress of Fenestrelle. then liberty. and then some son−in−law or relation.. if ever I get out of prison!" "True. "You perceive then the utter impossibility of escaping through your dungeon?" "Then." "Say not so. my friend!" said the abbe. had bestowed on him a son. I desired to alter the political face of Italy." replied Faria. I was very far then from expecting the change you have just informed me of. like Machiavelli. an air of profound resignation spread itself over his careworn countenance. "if. "Tell me. yes.

in all probability." resumed Faria with a bitter smile." Dantes held down his head. some things which appear so impossible that the mind does not dwell on them for an instant. Whole days have I passed in these Titanic efforts. and I consider it impious to attempt that which the Almighty evidently does not approve. if such innocent beings could be found in an abode devoted like this to suffering and despair. each held by some weak or tyrannical ruler. 102 . −− "Then you abandon all hope of escape?" "I perceive its utter impossibility. then what toil and fatigue has it not been to remove huge stones I should once have deemed impossible to loosen. I sought to form one large. "the priest who here in the Chateau d'If is generally thought to be −− ill?" "Mad. then to conceal the mass of earth and rubbish I dug up. indeed. Dantes could not understand a man risking his life for such matters.The Count of Monte Cristo principalities. changed by ages into a substance unyielding as the stones themselves. by night−time I had contrived to carry away a square inch of this hard−bound cement. and powerful empire. be not discouraged. for which I had so exactly husbanded my strength as to make it just hold out to the termination of my enterprise. should you have Chapter 16. who feigned to enter into my views only to betray me. he knew nothing. and have been two years scraping and digging out earth. at the moment when I reckoned upon success. for many years permitted to amuse the different visitors with what is said to be my insanity. sixty. hard as granite itself. 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. smiling. It was the plan of Alexander VI. but the well is now so completely choked up. inasmuch as he had seen and spoken with him. compact. considering my labor well repaid if. while Edmond himself remained standing. that you talk of beginning over again. 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. lastly. A Learned Italian. and Alexander VI. No. but it will never succeed now. my hopes are forever dashed from me. if successful. it shows how little notion you can have of all it has cost me to effect a purpose so unexpectedly frustrated. at the risk of being dashed to pieces against the rocks. I was compelled to break through a staircase. that nothing shall induce me to renew attempts evidently at variance with the Almighty's pleasure. To undermine the ground for fifty feet −− to devote three years to a labor which. and now. that I scarcely think it would be possible to add another handful of dust without leading to discovery. and Napoleon was unable to complete his work. by acknowledging that I am the poor mad prisoner of the Chateau d'If. and." Dantes remained for a short time mute and motionless. because I fancied I had found my Caesar Borgia in a crowned simpleton. and. for they attempted it fruitlessly. I was four years making the tools I possess. "Are you not." And the old man bowed his head. I should be promoted to the honor of making sport for the children." he asked. would conduct you to a precipice overhanging the sea −− to plunge into the waves from the height of fifty. and throw the fruits of my labor into the hollow part of it. I repeat again. at length he said. don't you?" "I did not like to say so. and Clement VII. "let me answer your question in full. Escape had never once occurred to him. Italy seems fated to misfortune. "Well. Consider also that I fully believed I had accomplished the end and aim of my undertaking. you mean. Napoleon certainly he knew something of.. There are. perhaps a hundred feet. then. In the first place. The abbe sank upon Edmond's bed." "Nay. but of Clement VII." answered Dantes.

and what use I intend making of my strength. and even. A Learned Italian. the young man suddenly exclaimed. Faria. Rattonneau. young man (and I pray of you to give me your full attention). had contrived to provide himself with tools requisite for so unparalleled an attempt. 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. neither do I wish to incur guilt. shrink from a similar task. "do you think yourself more guilty in making the attempt since you have encountered me?" "No." "And is not above fifteen feet from it?" "About that. continued in the water for more than twice as long! At 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. "I have found what you were in search of!" Faria started: "Have you. why. Dantes would dig a hundred. who was but half as old. my dear friend. as for patience. and make our escape. Another had done all this. with almost incredible patience and perseverance. he. 103 . I consider that I have abundantly exercised that in beginning every morning the task of the night before. This time you will lay your plans more accurately. This same person. We must pierce through the corridor by forming a side opening about the middle. hesitate to entertain the same project? He could do it in an hour. had attempted what he had not had sufficient resolution to undertake. and merited not condemnation." "And have your notions changed?" asked Dantes with much surprise. like himself. 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. for pure pastime." "One instant. should he. "it is clear you do not understand the nature of the courage with which I am endowed. extends in the same direction as the outer gallery. older and less strong than he. then. raising his head with quick anxiety. had devoted three years to the task. and inspired him with new courage. and strength. which I am not deficient in. resigning himself rather to death. as it were the top part of a cross. and every night renewing the task of the day. and how many times had he.The Count of Monte Cristo been fortunate enough to have escaped the fire of the sentinels. I will tell you what we must do. Hitherto I have fancied myself merely waging war against circumstances. or Lemaire. All we require to insure success is courage. kill the sentinel who guards it. "pray. was it impossible to Dantes? Faria had dug his way through fifty feet. But the sight of an old man clinging to life with so desperate a courage." "Well. indeed?" cried he. After continuing some time in profound meditation. But then. you have abundantly proved yours −− you shall now see me prove mine. an experienced diver. a priest and savant. As for patience. I have thought it no sin to bore through a wall. and that you possess. then. who had so often for mere amusement's sake plunged to the bottom of the sea to fetch up the bright coral branch. and had failed only because of an error in calculation. Another. gave a fresh turn to his ideas. does it not?" "It does." replied the abbe. we shall get out into the gallery you have described. Faria. should a hardy sailer. let me know what it is you have discovered?" "The corridor through which you have bored your way from the cell you occupy here. at the age of fifty. or destroy a staircase. but I cannot so Chapter 16. 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. would sacrifice six. not men. supposing all these perils past.

therefore." replied the old man. Faria saw this. the fruits of the thoughts and reflections of my whole life." "Ah. you were constantly employed in the task you set yourself. and endeavoring to escape?" "Simply the fact that the idea never occurred to me." said Faria. "I did not turn to that source for recreation or support. of Latude from the Bastille. A Learned Italian. that of the Abbe Dubuquoi from For l'Eveque. whose nature teaches him to delight in shedding blood. Let us." said he. "what has hindered you from knocking down your jailer with a piece of wood torn from your bedstead. many of them meditated over in the shades of the Coloseum at Rome. Mark's column at Venice. and when weary with toil." said the old man. you had your hopes to refresh and encourage you. loathes the idea of blood −− it is not alone that the laws of social life inspire him with a shrinking dread of taking life. no. ink. my young friend. They have rarely been successful. dressing yourself in his clothes. "that where your liberty is at stake you can allow any such scruple to deter you from obtaining it?" "Tell me. and carefully arranged. Then there are those for which chance sometimes affords opportunity. "I had none but what I made for myself. and so it ever is because in simple and allowable things our natural instincts keep us from deviating from the strict line of duty. "When you pay me a visit in my cell. "the natural repugnance to the commission of such a crime prevented you from thinking of it." A slight movement of surprise escaped Dantes. pens and ink?" "Yes." "What did you do then?" "I wrote or studied. and those are the best of all. and by following this instinct he is enabled to measure the leap necessary to permit him to spring on his victim." answered Dantes." answered the abbe. or rather soul. "Is it possible." "Were you then permitted the use of pens. but man. as the escape of the Duc de Beaufort from the Chateau de Vincennes. needs but the sense of smell to show him when his prey is within his reach. The tiger. "I have thought over all the most celebrated cases of escape on record. "Since my imprisonment. but he had some difficulty in believing. little imagining Chapter 16. "Because. for instance. profit by it. on the contrary. for there are two distinct sorts of ideas. "you might well endure the tedious delay." said he. "I will show you an entire work. such.The Count of Monte Cristo easily persuade myself to pierce a heart or take away a life." Dantes gazed with admiration. and on the borders of the Arno at Florence. 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." "You made paper. Those that have been crowned with full success have been long meditated upon. 104 . wait patiently for some favorable moment. at the foot of St. and paper?" "Oh. and when it presents itself." replied Faria. those that proceed from the head and those that emanate from the heart." "I assure you." said Dantes.

" Stronger grew the wonder of Dantes. and you can scarcely imagine the delight with which I welcomed the arrival of each Wednesday." "You are. how can you manage to do so?" "Why. by the aid of ancient Greek I learned modern Greek −− I don't speak it so well as I could wish. acquainted with a variety of languages. Titus Livius. although I believe there are nearly one hundred thousand in the dictionaries. I speak five of the modern tongues −− that is to say. Shaksepeare. but I certainly should have no difficulty in explaining my wants and wishes." "You are. and traversing at will the path of history I cease to remember that I am myself a prisoner. Friday. I invented a preparation that makes linen as smooth and as easy to write on as parchment. Dante. doubtless. which is all that is absolutely necessary. but after reading them over many times. French. still hoping to find some imperfection which might bring him down to a level with human beings. I forget the present. I selected the cartilages of the heads of these fishes. "Then if you were not furnished with pens. A Learned Italian. Xenophon. Strada. 105 . how did you manage to write the work you speak of?" "I made myself some excellent ones. a chemist?" "Somewhat." "Improve yourself!" repeated Dantes. "of what did you make your ink?" Chapter 16. Montaigne. I devoted three years of my life to reading and studying these one hundred and fifty volumes. as affording me the means of increasing my stock of pens. till I knew them nearly by heart. returned. Tacitus. Jornandes. I know nearly one thousand words. who almost fancied he had to do with one gifted with supernatural powers. and arranged them. "why. Well. and Saturday.The Count of Monte Cristo at the time that they would be arranged in order within the walls of the Chateau d'If." "But for such a work you must have needed books −− had you any?" "I had nearly five thousand volumes in my library at Rome. Spinoza." said Dantes. and was the intimate friend of Cabanis. I name only the most important. Machiavelli. for I will freely confess that my historical labors have been my greatest solace and relief. and Spanish. I found out that with one hundred and fifty well−chosen books a man possesses.' and will make one large quarto volume." "And on what have you written all this?" "On two of my shirts. which would be universally preferred to all others if once known. The work I speak of is called `A Treatise on the Possibility of a General Monarchy in Italy. You are aware what huge whitings are served to us on maigre days. I could recite you the whole of Thucydides. Italian. German. then. I made a vocabulary of the words I knew. and Bossuet. turned. and that would be quite as much as I should ever require. I know Lavoisier. if not a complete summary of all human knowledge. so as to have been able to read all these?" "Yes. at least all that a man need really know. so that since I have been in prison." "But the ink. he added. While retracing the past. so as to enable me to express my thoughts through their medium. but I am still trying to improve myself. a very slight effort of memory has enabled me to recall their contents as readily as though the pages were open before me. English. I cannot hope to be very fluent. Plutarch.

After having passed with tolerable ease through the subterranean passage. raised. in which he soon disappeared. and not the earth. a long stone. for which closer attention is required. For very important notes. but nothing more than common met his view. "we have some hours before us −− it is now just a quarter past twelve o'clock. while the sun and earth never vary in their appointed paths. "may I see all this?" "Whenever you please. 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. "It is well. which had doubtless been the hearth. then let it be directly!" exclaimed the young man." replied Faria. The Abbe's Chamber. "What do you wish to see first?" asked the abbe. The Abbe's Chamber. and. "and then observe the lines traced on the wall." replied the abbe. did not admit of their holding themselves erect. beneath which was a cavity of considerable depth. Chapter 17. the two friends reached the further end of the corridor. and barely permitted one to creep through on hands and knees. which he could just recollect having visited during a voyage made in his earliest youth. serving as a safe depository of the articles mentioned to Dantes. which are in accordance with the double motion of the earth. by means of these lines. for that might be broken or deranged in its movements." said the abbe. 106 . Well. proceeding to the disused fireplace. by the help of his chisel." This last explanation was wholly lost upon Dantes. and I assure you a better ink cannot be desired. then." Instinctively Dantes turned round to observe by what watch or clock the abbe had been able so accurately to specify the hour. and of which he could feel nothing. appeared to him perfectly impossible. from that point the passage became much narrower. from seeing the sun rise from behind the mountains and set in the Mediterranean." said the abbe. into which the abbe's cell opened." The abbe smiled. I pricked one of my fingers. for it was thickly covered with a coating of soot. "I am anxious to see your treasures. Still." said he to the abbe. "Come. that it moved. A double movement of the globe he inhabited.The Count of Monte Cristo "There was formerly a fireplace in my dungeon. this soot I dissolved in a portion of the wine brought to me every Sunday. which. "Oh." asked Dantes. as he re−entered the subterranean passage." said the abbe. Each word that fell from his companion's lips seemed fraught with the mysteries of science. and the ellipse it describes round the sun. "Look at this ray of light which enters by my window. as worthy of digging out as the gold and diamonds in the mines of Guzerat and Golconda. Chapter 17. and wrote with my own blood. however. "Follow me. "but it was closed up long ere I became an occupant of this prison. Dantes cast around one eager and searching glance in quest of the expected marvels. As he entered the chamber of his friend. who had always imagined." "And when. I am enabled to ascertain the precise hour with more minuteness than if I possessed a watch. The floor of the abbe's cell was paved. followed by Dantes. it must have been many years in use.

" replied Faria. laid one over the other. as for the other knife. as I require it. the abbe exhibited a sort of torch very similar to those used in public illuminations. by a piece of thread." "You did? Pray tell me how. "the penknife. one of those cartilages of which the abbe had before spoken to Dantes. and much resembling the size of the handle of a fine painting−brush. but God his supplied man with the intelligence that enables him to overcome the limitations of natural conditions." answered Dantes. I made it. perfectly understood. "I told you how I managed to obtain that −− and I only just make it from time to time. "There. I furnished myself with a light. "As for the ink. That's my masterpiece." said Faria. "Now let me behold the curious pens with which you have written your work." observed Dantes. to the end of which was tied. I have torn up two of my shirts. yes." "l separated the fat from the meat served to me. like folds of papyrus. 107 . my literary reputation is forever secured. and with it one could cut and thrust." "And matches?" Chapter 17." "I see. "Night! −− why. "there is the work complete. a language he. that you can see to work in the dark?" "Indeed they are not." The penknife was sharp and keen as a razor. are your eyes like cats'. "But light?" "Here are two flints and a piece of burnt linen. it was pointed." said he. These rolls consisted of slips of cloth about four inches wide and eighteen long. Should I ever get out of prison and find in all Italy a printer courageous enough to publish what I have composed. The Abbe's Chamber. they were all carefully numbered and closely covered with writing. as well as make out the sense −− it being in Italian.The Count of Monte Cristo "Oh. your great work on the monarchy of Italy!" Faria then drew forth from his hiding−place three or four rolls of linen. out of an old iron candlestick. "Ah. and as many handkerchiefs as I was master of. it would serve a double purpose. Dantes examined it with intense admiration. as a Provencal. so legible that Dantes could easily read it." "One thing still puzzles me." said Faria. showing to the young man a slender stick about six inches long. "and that is how you managed to do all this by daylight?" "I worked at night also. as well as this larger knife. for heaven's sake. 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. then looked around to see the instrument with which it had been shaped so correctly into form. and so made oil −− here is my lamp. and divided at the nib like an ordinary pen. to complete the precious pages. melted it." So saying. I wrote the word finis at the end of the sixty−eighth strip about a week ago." "Look!" said Faria.

" continued Faria. "of removing these iron bars. What would you not have accomplished if you had been free?" "Possibly nothing at all. however. sharp fish−bone.The Count of Monte Cristo "I pretended that I had a disorder of the skin. and concealed by a stone fitting in so closely as to defy all suspicion. I carefully preserved my ladder against one of those unforeseen opportunities of which I spoke just now. and I therefore renounced the project altogether as too full of risk and danger." "No. is somewhat wider than yours. The Abbe's Chamber. during my three years' imprisonment at Fenestrelle. ingenious." replied Dantes. in the first place. Behind the head of the bed. misfortune is needed to bring to light the treasures of the human intellect." While affecting to be deeply engaged in examining the ladder." "With what?" "With this needle. and you are well aware that from the collision of clouds electricity is produced −− from electricity. "I was reflecting. "What are you thinking of?" asked the abbe smilingly. lightning. as. "You have not seen all yet. with a small perforated eye for the thread. Nevertheless. and stood with his head drooping on his breast." Dantes laid the different things he had been looking at on the table." replied Dantes. and ripped out the seams in the sheets of my bed." They put the stone back in its place. imputing the deep abstraction in which his visitor was plunged to the excess of his awe and wonder. and clear−sighted as the abbe might probably be able to solve the dark mystery of his own misfortunes. the abbe sprinkled a little dust over it to conceal the traces of its having been removed. Dantes closely and eagerly examined it. which was readily supplied. and which sudden chance frequently brings about. You must be blessed indeed to possess the knowledge you have. and compact enough to bear any weight. busily occupied by the idea that a person so intelligent. although I should have enlarged it still more preparatory to my flight. Some of your words are to me quite empty of meaning. in fact. he removed it from the spot it stood in. rubbed his foot well on it to make it assume the same appearance as the other. I discovered that I should merely have dropped into a sort of inner court. was a hollow space. and when I was removed to the Chateau d'If. Captivity has brought my mental faculties to a focus. Compression is needed to explode gunpowder. and asked for a little sulphur. as you see. he found it firm. solid. going towards his bed. have evaporated in a thousand follies. so that I have been able to finish my work here. the mind of Dantes was. illumination. "I know nothing. the overflow of my brain would probably. "upon the enormous degree of intelligence and ability you must have employed to reach the high perfection to which you have attained. and letting myself down from the window. a small portion of which still remained in it. where he himself could see nothing. as though overwhelmed by the perseverance and strength of Faria's mind. in a state of freedom. he showed Dantes a long. which. 108 . no. I hemmed the edges over again. and then. opening his ragged vestments. I managed to bring the ravellings with me." Chapter 17. for when I had taken out the thread I required. from lightning. "for I did not think it wise to trust all my treasures in the same hiding−place. "I once thought. and in this space a ladder of cords between twenty−five and thirty feet in length." said the abbe." continued Faria. "Who supplied you with the materials for making this wonderful work?" "I tore up several of my shirts." "And was it not discovered that your sheets were unhemmed?" "Oh. Let us shut this one up.

from the king who stands in the way of his successor. by heaven! I was a very insignificant person. comes the axiom that if you visit to discover the author of any bad action. Well. but which consisted only of the account of a voyage to India." said the abbe. with the death of Captain Leclere. But these forces increase as we go Chapter 17. His recital finished. From this view of things. "but you had another subject for your thoughts. has not been of sufficient length to admit of your having passed through any very important events. then. not even the length of time he had been imprisoned. his interview with that personage. and that is. my young friend." "Do not speak thus. did you not say so just now?" "I did!" "You have told me as yet but one of them −− let me hear the other. human nature. "let me hear your story. which occasionally become so powerful as to stifle within us all good feelings. −− when the employee dies. my dear young friend. and two or three voyages to the Levant until he arrived at the recital of his last cruise. and his receiving." "Then you profess ignorance of the crime with which you are charged?" "I do. and are as essential to him as the twelve millions of a king. from an artificial civilization have originated wants. and interview with his father −− his affection for Mercedes." said he. 109 . indeed. From this point everything was a blank to Dantes −− he knew nothing more. seek first to discover the person to whom the perpetration of that bad action could be in any way advantageous. Still. and their nuptual feast −− his arrest and subsequent examination. The Abbe's Chamber. and this I swear by the two beings most dear to me upon earth. and receives his salary of twelve thousand livres." said he. his successor inherits a crown. everything is relative. "Well. and his final imprisonment in the Chateau d'If. revolts at crime. −− my father and Mercedes. vices. as in Descartes' theory of pressure and impulsion. and commenced what he called his history. that unless wicked ideas take root in a naturally depraved mind. closing his hiding−place.The Count of Monte Cristo The abbe smiled. you were perfectly unacquainted with mine. for your reply evinces neither logic nor philosophy. I would fain fix the source of it on man that I may no longer vent reproaches upon heaven. which bears upon what I was saying to you some little while ago. Now. from the highest to the lowest degree." Dantes obeyed. has his place on the social ladder." "It has been long enough to inflict on me a great and undeserved misfortune. and false tastes. and ultimately to lead us into guilt and wickedness. Every one. and pushing the bed back to its original situation. his temporary detention at the Palais de Justice. to the employee who keeps his rival out of a place." "Come. −− that while you had related to me all the particulars of your past life." "Your life. in a right and wholesome state. the abbe reflected long and earnestly. these twelve thousand livres are his civil list. "a clever maxim. in place of the packet brought. Now. −− to whom could your disappearance have been serviceable?" "To no one. and the receipt of a packet to be delivered by himself to the grand marshal. a letter addressed to a Monsieur Noirtier −− his arrival at Marseilles. the supernumerary steps into his shoes. at the end of his meditations. "There is. to apply it in your case. in the event of the king's death. and is beset by stormy passions and conflicting interests." "It was this.

" "Now we are getting on. "now we are on the right scent." "That's better. but he refused. tell me. 110 . for the cabin door was open −− and −− stay." "What rank did he hold on board?" "He was supercargo.The Count of Monte Cristo higher. 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. now I recollect. There was only one person among the crew who had any feeling of ill−will towards me. I feel convinced their choice would have fallen on me. was any person present during your last conversation with Captain Leclere?" "No." cried the abbe. −− Danglars himself passed by just as Captain Leclere was giving me the packet for the grand marshal. so that we have a spiral which in defiance of reason rests upon the apex and not on the base." "Good again! Now then." "Now. and gave you a letter in place of it. and had even challenged him to fight me." "And had you been captain. And what was this man's name?" "Danglars. and had the sailors possessed the right of selecting a captain themselves. Did you take anybody with you when you put into the port of Elba?" "Nobody. I was generally liked on board. I had quarelled with him some time previously. You say you were on the point of being made captain of the Pharaon?" "Yes." "Could your conversation have been overheard by any one?" "It might. Now let us return to your particular world. I think?" "Yes." "Somebody there received your packet. The Abbe's Chamber. the grand marshal did." "And about to become the husband of a young and lovely girl?" "Yes. What say you?" "I cannot believe such was the case." "And what did you do with that letter?" Chapter 17. we were quite alone. for I had frequently observed inaccuracies in his accounts. should you have retained him in his employment?" "Not if the choice had remained with me.

by the usurper. and the words sank deeply into my memory." Dantes paused a moment." "It was very boldly written. at his father's residence. Do you recollect the words in which the information against you was formulated?" "Oh yes. or in his cabin on board the Pharaon. with a letter for the Bonapartist Club in Paris. This proof of his guilt may be procured by his immediate arrest. and try to recall every circumstance attending your arrest. I read it over three times.The Count of Monte Cristo "Put it into my portfolio. "This is it. if disguised." "And how was the anonymous letter written?" "Backhanded. that would indeed be infamous. as well as a good heart. as well as others. The Abbe's Chamber. "Disguised. after having touched at Naples and Porto−Ferrajo. "and you must have had a very confiding nature. it was left on board. this day arrived from Smyrna. mate on board the Pharaon. as the letter will be found either about his person." "Then it was not till your return to the ship that you put the letter in the portfolio?" "No. not to have suspected the origin of the whole affair.'" The abbe shrugged his shoulders." said he." "How did Danglars usually write?" "In a handsome. everybody could see that you held a letter in your hand?" "Yes. then? Now. then said. how could a sailor find room in his pocket for a portfolio large enough to contain an official letter?" "You are right. word for word: `The king's attorney is informed by a friend to the throne and religion. that one Edmond Dantes. "The thing is clear as day. as well as the rest?" "Danglars." "And what did you do with this same letter while returning from Porto−Ferrajo to the vessel?" "I carried it in my hand." "Do you really think so? Ah." "So that when you went on board the Pharaon. running hand. listen to me." "Repeat it to me." "Now." Again the abbe smiled. 111 . again." "You had your portfolio with you." Chapter 17. has been intrusted by Murat with a packet for the usurper." "Danglars.

" said Dantes." "Oh. he would more likely have got rid of me by sticking a knife into me." "Simply because that accusation had been written with the left hand. The Abbe's Chamber." "That is in strict accordance with the Spanish character." "You imagine him capable of writing the letter?" "Oh." "And his name was" −− "Fernand. a young man who loved her. yes!" "Now as regards the second question. that performed with the left hand is invariably uniform." "You had never spoken of them yourself to any one?" "To no one. taking up what he called his pen. "Why your writing exactly resembles that of the accusation. no." "Besides. and. with his left hand. never." "I am listening. but an act of cowardice. 112 ." said the abbe." "You have evidently seen and observed everything. he wrote on a piece of prepared linen." "Was there any person whose interest it was to prevent your marriage with Mercedes?" "Yes. and gazed on the abbe with a sensation almost amounting to terror." "That is a Spanish name." Chapter 17. not even to my betrothed. "the various circumstances mentioned in the letter were wholly unknown to him. an assassination they will unhesitatingly commit." "Let us proceed. I think?" "He was a Catalan. yes." "Not even to your mistress?" "No.The Count of Monte Cristo "Stop a bit. "How very astonishing!" cried he at length. the first two or three words of the accusation. Dantes drew back. and I have noticed that" −− "What?" "That while the writing of different persons done with the right hand varies. after dipping it into the ink.

and who had. Pray. but too young to be corrupt. you see more clearly into my life than I do myself. above all. Danglars was joking in a friendly way." "Pray ask me whatever questions you please. "Old enough to be ambitions. and to whom the greatest mystery seems but an easy riddle. "I would beg of you." replied Dantes eagerly. and. "The ways of justice are frequently too dark and mysterious to be easily penetrated. was condemned without ever having had sentence passed on me?" "That is altogether a different and more serious matter." "In the first place. They were in earnest conversation. his deputy." "I feel quite sure of it now. Stay! −− stay! −− How strange that it should not have occurred to me before! Now I remember quite well. −− the king's attorney. "Yes. If you wish me to enter upon the more difficult part of the business. treacherous scoundrels!" exclaimed Dantes. ink. or a magistrate?" "The deputy. who see so completely to the depths of things. was never brought to trial. pressing his hand to his throbbing brows. the heartless. The Abbe's Chamber. he was. that on the table round which they were sitting were pens. 113 ." "So." Chapter 17. for." "Were they alone?" "There was a third person with them whom I knew perfectly well. in all probability made their acquaintance. Oh. yes. to explain to me how it was that I underwent no second examination. he was a tailor named Caderousse. besides the villany of your friends?" inquired the abbe with a laugh. All we have hitherto done in the matter has been child's play." "Wait a little. was Danglars acquainted with Fernand?" "No −− yes. but he was very drunk. 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." answered the abbe. you must assist me by the most minute information on every point. in good truth. who examined you. then. And how did he treat you?" "With more of mildness than severity." "Was he young or old?" "About six or seven and twenty years of age. but Fernand looked pale and agitated. I should say. and paper." responded the abbe.The Count of Monte Cristo "Then it is Danglars. "Is there anything else I can assist you in discovering.

Noirtier. This man might. `You see I thus destroy the only proof existing against you." "You think so?" "I am sure of it. be a greater scoundrel than you have thought possible." "Are you sure?" "I saw it done. 13 Coq−Heron.'" "This action is somewhat too sublime to be natural." "Never mind." "Upon my word." "What? the accusation?" "No. 114 . and remember that two−legged tigers and crocodiles are more dangerous than the others." said Dantes. after all. let us go on." "That alters the case. "you make me shudder." "By your misfortune?" "Yes." "With all my heart! You tell me he burned the letter?" "He did. To whom was this letter addressed?" "To M. Paris. Is the world filled with tigers and crocodiles?" "Yes." "Then you feel quite sure that it was your misfortune he deplored?" "He gave me one great proof of his sympathy." "Now can you conceive of any interest that your heroic deputy could possibly have had in the destruction of that letter?" Chapter 17." "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.The Count of Monte Cristo "Did you tell him your whole story?" "I did. He seemed quite overcome by my misfortune." "And that?" "He burnt the sole evidence that could at all have criminated me. The Abbe's Chamber. saying at the same time. the letter. at any rate. No.

and. can you not guess who this Noirtier was. He cried out." "Why. and cleared up all that had been dark and obscure before. he had formed a fearful resolution. he threw himself on his bed. his father. 115 . while Dantes gazed on him in utter astonishment. he clasped his hands around his head as though to prevent his very brain from bursting. you poor short−sighted simpleton. dumb and motionless as a statue. "his right name was Noirtier de Villefort. where the turnkey found him in the evening visit." Had a thunderbolt fallen at the feet of Dantes. the exacted promise. and exclaimed. the whole thing is more clear to me than that sunbeam is to you. who had been a Girondin during the Revolution! What was your deputy called?" "De Villefort!" The abbe burst into a fit of laughter. and staggered against the wall like a drunken man. or hell opened its yawning gulf before him. which to him had seemed only minutes. having also been visited by his jailer. the almost supplicating tones of the magistrate. he insisted on my taking a solemn oath never to utter the name mentioned in the address. "Noirtier! −− I knew a person of that name at the court of the Queen of Etruria." When he regained his dungeon." "Noirtier!" repeated the abbe. During these hours of profound meditation. "What ails you?" said he at length. sitting with fixed gaze and contracted features. more than this. he could not have been more completely transfixed with horror than he was at the sound of these unexpected words." "And the worthy man destroyed your compromising letter?" "Yes. The Abbe's Chamber.The Count of Monte Cristo "Why. it is not altogether impossible he might have had. and said. then he hurried to the opening that led from the abbe's cell to his own. who seemed rather to implore mercy than to pronounce punishment. Poor fellow! poor young man! And you tell me this magistrate expressed great sympathy and commiseration for you?" "He did. Starting up. assuring me he so advised me for my own interest. and bound himself to its fulfilment by a solemn oath. though Chapter 17. to think over all this." "Well." At this instant a bright light shot through the mind of Dantes. The change that had come over Villefort during the examination. "Do you see that ray of sunlight?" "I do." replied the abbe." "And then made you swear never to utter the name of Noirtier?" "Yes. Dantes was at length roused from his revery by the voice of Faria. The reputation of being out of his mind. for he made me promise several times never to speak of that letter to any one. −− a Noirtier. had come to invite his fellow−sufferer to share his supper. the destruction of the letter. "His father! his father!" "Yes. who. whose very name he was so careful to keep concealed? Noirtier was his father. −− all returned with a stunning force to his memory. "I must be alone.

"Because it has instilled a new passion in your heart −− that of vengeance. I promise you never to mention another word about escaping." "Well. like that of all who have experienced many trials." said Dantes. "What shall you teach me first? I am in a hurry to begin. 116 . it is the application of the sciences to truth. Dantes possessed a prodigious memory. opened new vistas to the inquiring mind of the listener. and now wore their usual expression. and had also picked up a little of the Romaic dialect during voyages to the East. "You must teach me a small part of what you know. If you will only agree to my request. you will know as much as I do myself.The Count of Monte Cristo harmlessly and even amusingly so. like the aurora which guides the navigator in northern latitudes. "human knowledge is confined within very narrow limits. 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. while his naturally poetical feelings threw a light and pleasing veil over the dry reality of arithmetical computation. "having helped you in your late inquiries. and gave fantastic glimpses of new horizons. combined with an astonishing quickness and readiness of conception. and the abbe had come to ask his young companion to share the luxuries with him. and the three or four modern languages with which I am acquainted. there are the learners and the learned. "if only to prevent your growing weary of me. Now this was a Sunday. where he was so much at home." "Why so?" inquired Dantes. He already knew Italian. but in accordance with Dantes' request. the mathematical turn of his mind rendered him apt at all kinds of calculation. but it was never egotistical. "do you really believe I can acquire all these things in so short a time?" "Not their application. A part of the good abbe's words." said the abbe. my boy. and by the aid of these two languages he easily comprehended the Chapter 17. Memory makes the one." said he. and when I have taught you mathematics. whiter quality than the usual prison fare. were wholly incomprehensible to him. or the rigid severity of geometry. to learn is not to know." "But cannot one learn philosophy?" "Philosophy cannot be taught. "Alas. it will scarcely require two years for me to communicate to you the stock of learning I possess. Dantes listened with admiring attention to all he said. Dantes followed. he began to speak of other matters. it is like the golden cloud in which the Messiah went up into heaven. Now." said he." "Two years!" exclaimed Dantes. 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. to be entered upon the following day. physics." The abbe smiled." "Everything. history. Faria bent on him his penetrating eye: "I regret now. He was supplied with bread of a finer. however. contained many useful and important hints as well as sound information. or applied to the sort of knowledge his nautical life had enabled him to acquire. philosophy the other. but their principles you may. The Abbe's Chamber. certainly. some of his remarks corresponded with what he already knew. and even regaled each Sunday with a small quantity of wine. "Let us talk of something else. for the unfortunate man never alluded to his own sorrows. his features were no longer contracted. And that very evening the prisoners sketched a plan of education." said he. Again the abbe looked at him. The elder prisoner was one of those persons whose conversation. had procured for the abbe unusual privileges. then." said Dantes. but." Dantes smiled. or having given you the information I did. but there was that in his whole appearance that bespoke one who had come to a fixed and desperate resolve. I want to learn. then mournfully shook his head.

alas!" cried the abbe. if there were no sentinel!" "There shall not be one a minute longer than you please. Sometimes he would fall into long reveries. even months. "I have already told you." "No matter! I could never agree to it. "Are you strong?" the abbe asked one day of Dantes. if it were only possible to place a deaf and blind sentinel in the gallery beyond us. "we may hope to put our design into execution. "No. would be simply a measure of self−preservation. 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. 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." answered the abbe. took up the chisel. and then as readily straightened it. The young man. "that I loathe the idea of shedding blood. one thought seemed incessantly to harass and distract his mind. no. and refused to make any further response. "I have. daily grew sadder. "Ah." "And yet the murder.The Count of Monte Cristo construction of all the others. so that at the end of six mouths he began to speak Spanish. One day he stopped all at once. in reply. except as a last resort?" "I promise on my honor. the abbe shook his head in token of disapproval." "He shall be both blind and deaf." "And shall we begin at once?" "At once. in spite of the relief his society afforded. In strict accordance with the promise made to the abbe. "impossible!" Dantes endeavored to renew the subject. Days." said the abbe. with an air of determination that made his companion shudder. and exclaimed. have you not?" asked Dantes eagerly. English. At the end of a year Dantes was a new man. "And you have discovered a means of regaining our freedom. and German." said Dantes. however. Three months passed away. begin pacing the confined space of his dungeon. then suddenly rise." "And how long shall we be in accomplishing the necessary work?" "At least a year. Dantes spoke no more of escape." cried the abbe. Perhaps the delight his studies afforded him left no room for such thoughts. Dantes observed. The Abbe's Chamber. and." "Still. that Faria. bent it into the form of a horseshoe. you have thought of it?" "Incessantly. if you choose to call it so. sigh heavily and involuntarily." Chapter 17." replied the young man. 117 ." "Then. passed by unheeded in one rapid and instructive course. with folded arms. "And will you engage not to do any harm to the sentry.

with the passage which united them." The abbe then showed Dantes the sketch he had made for their escape. More than a year had been consumed in this undertaking. "Forgive me!" cried Edmond. a knife. "Tut. out of the window in either Faria's or Dantes' cell. his forehead streaming with perspiration. who had remained in Edmond's cell for the purpose of cutting a peg to secure their rope−ladder. and to let themselves down from the outer walls by means of the abbe's ladder of cords. this level would bring the two prisoners immediately beneath the gallery where the sentry kept watch. and had. easily acquired. he wore an air of melancholy dignity which Dantes. Dantes was occupied in arranging this piece of wood when he heard Faria. who. and the excavation completed beneath the gallery. At the end of fifteen months the level was finished. tut!" answered the abbe. It consisted of a plan of his own cell and that of Dantes. never failed of being prepared for his coming. In this passage he proposed to drive a level as they do in mines. and a wooden lever. Faria still continuing to instruct Dantes by conversing with him. at others. as well as that outward polish and politeness he had before been wanting in. was thrown. and he rubbed his hands with delight at the idea of a plan so simple.The Count of Monte Cristo "We have lost a year to no purpose!" cried Dantes. blushing deeply. Dantes hastened to his dungeon. They had learned to distinguish the almost imperceptible sound of his footsteps as he descended towards their dungeons. to await a night sufficiently dark to favor their flight. a large excavation would be made. their greatest dread now was lest the stone through which the sentry was doomed to fall should give way before its right time. let me show you my plan. 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 fresh earth excavated during their present work. by degrees and with the utmost precaution. 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. and the two workmen could distinctly hear the measured tread of the sentinel as he paced to and fro over their heads. the rubbish being first pulverized so finely that the night wind carried it far away without permitting the smallest trace to remain. with a vigor and alacrity proportionate to their long rest from fatigue and their hopes of ultimate success. as they were. and you are about the best specimen of the genus I have ever known. "man is but man after all. "Gracious heavens!" exclaimed Dantes. The prisoners were then to make their way through one of the gallery windows. Come. pale as death. mixed in the first society of the day. they were obliged to defer their final attempt till that auspicious moment should arrive. The abbe was a man of the world. call to him in a tone indicative of great suffering. where he found him standing in the middle of the room. thanks to the imitative powers bestowed on him by nature. Dantes' eyes sparkled with joy. once there. and which would have entirely blocked up the old passage. moreover. the only tools for which had been a chisel. and which is seldom possessed except by those who have been placed in constant intercourse with persons of high birth and breeding. would be immediately bound and gagged by Dantes before he had power to offer any resistance. 118 . 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. yet apparently so certain to succeed. and his hands clinched tightly together. sometimes in another. 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. "what is the matter? what has happened?" Chapter 17. Compelled. stunned by his fall. sometimes in one language. "Do you consider the last twelve months to have been wasted?" asked the abbe. The Abbe's Chamber. That very day the miners began their labors. and happily.

On the other hand. dashed himself about. Bring it to me −− or rather −− no. and became as rigid as a corpse. −− be careful about this. for if they are it is more than probable I should be removed to another part of the prison. were surrounded by purple circles. but he pointed with evident anxiety towards the door. when he immediately laid the sufferer on his bed. shivering as though his veins were filled with ice. he managed to reach the abbe's chamber. It was therefore near seven o'clock. pour from eight to ten drops of the liquor contained in the phial down my throat. dragging his unfortunate companion with him. he with difficulty forced open the closely fixed jaws. doubled up in one last convulsion. more crushed and broken than a reed trampled under foot. and plainly distinguished the approaching steps of the jailer. and cause me to fall into fearful convulsions. An hour passed away and the old man gave no sign of returning animation. "all is over with me. he fell back. open eyeballs. "listen to what I have to say. he struggled." faltered out the abbe. and not before. "Thanks. no! −− I may be found here. and rigid as a corpse. what ails you?" cried Dantes. −− force open my teeth with the knife. cold. The sick man was not yet able to speak. Dantes began to fear he had delayed too long ere he administered the remedy. 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. At length a slight color tinged the livid cheeks." "Perhaps!" exclaimed Dantes in grief−stricken tones. more helpless than an infant. When I become quite motionless. The fit lasted two hours. "I am about to be seized with a fit of catalepsy. and his very hair seemed to stand on end. consciousness returned to the dull. I am seized with a terrible. and. and cry out loudly. "Alas. I will tell you what that is. his cheeks became purple. "He is saved! he is saved!" cried Dantes in a paroxysm of delight. Edmond waited till life seemed extinct in the body of his friend. draw out one of the feet that support the bed. his eyes started from their sockets. then. thrusting his hands into his hair. This malady admits but of one remedy. then. but descended into the passage. 119 . perhaps mortal illness. I had a similar attack the year previous to my imprisonment. the symptoms may be much more violent. and anxiously awaited the result. and the sufferer made a feeble effort to move. I can feel that the paroxysm is fast approaching. whose eyes. while his lips were white as those of a corpse. foam at the mouth. which.The Count of Monte Cristo "Quick! quick!" returned the abbe. then. Dantes did not lose his presence of mind. letting his chisel fall to the floor. however." Dantes looked in fear and wonder at the livid countenance of Faria. a faint sigh issued from the lips. therefore help me back to my room while I have the strength to drag myself along. foamed. carefully administered the appointed number of drops. "Help! help!" cried the abbe. Dantes prevented from being heard by covering his head with the blanket. taking up the knife. when it comes to its height I shall probably lie still and motionless as though dead. uttering neither sigh nor groan. Who knows what may happen. his mouth was drawn on one side. already dull and sunken. and we be separated forever. Dantes listened. continued gazing on the lifeless features of his friend. half−supporting him." said the poor abbe. and I may perhaps revive. Go into my cell as quickly as you can. Take care my cries are not heard. a violent convulsion shook his whole frame. or how long the attack may last?" In spite of the magnitude of the misfortune which thus suddenly frustrated his hopes. "I −− I −− die −− I" −− So sudden and violent was the fit that the unfortunate prisoner was unable to complete the sentence. then. and colder and paler than marble. I beseech you. and uttered the most dreadful cries. half−carrying. "Tell me. The Abbe's Chamber. but Chapter 17.

but forever. perfectly inanimate and helpless. The attack which has just passed away. The young man sprang to the entrance." "No. He had scarcely done so before the door opened. hurried back to the abbe's chamber. to Dantes. The third attack will either carry me off. because we shall be able to command every requisite assistance. and after it I was hungry. The Abbe's Chamber. for it is a family inheritance. a month. as we have done this. Edmond. "be not deceived. "I did not expect to see you again. whose restless anxiety concerning his friend left him no desire to touch the food brought him. I thought you might have made your escape. and he predicted a similar end for me. darted through it." "Be of good cheer. I expected it. and we can select any time we choose. The abbe shook his head. Almost before the key had turned in the lock. are you not?" asked the abbe. "You are convinced now. and before the departing steps of the jailer had died away in the long corridor he had to traverse. None can fly from a dungeon who cannot walk. −− a week. I had no such idea. or leave me paralyzed for life. not for a time. A sigh escaped him." "My good Edmond. "Did you fancy yourself dying?" "No." answered the abbe. −− and meanwhile your strength will return. two months. Since the first attack I experienced of this malady. if need be. no." said he feebly. which shows that there has been a suffusion of blood on the brain. "you are mistaken −− you will not die! And your third attack (if. "This arm is paralyzed. you should have another) will find you at liberty. Dantes." "Well. and the jailer saw the prisoner seated as usual on the side of his bed. both my father and grandfather died of it in a third attack. The physician who prepared for me the remedy I have twice successfully taken." The deep glow of indignation suffused the cheeks of Dantes. Faria had now fully regained his consciousness. and got up without help. As soon as you feel able to swim we will go." said he. and judge if I am mistaken. "Without you? Did you really think me capable of that?" "At least. "I now see how wrong such an opinion would have been. We shall save you another time. "lasted but half an hour." replied Faria. now I can move neither my right arm nor leg. condemns me forever to the walls of a prison. only with a better chance of success. "your strength will return. which fell back by its own weight. Alas. I know what I say. Indeed. carefully drawing the stone over the opening. was no other than the celebrated Cabanis. and took his hands. I have continually reflected on it. Lift it." replied Dantes." The young man raised the arm. but he still lay helpless and exhausted. and raising the stone by pressing his head against it. we will wait. alas! I am fearfully exhausted and debilitated by this attack.The Count of Monte Cristo Edmond's anxiety had put all thoughts of time out of his head." said the abbe." cried Dantes. and hurried to his cell. "The last attack I had. but. was soon beside the sick man's couch. Everything is in readiness for our flight. 120 . knowing that all was ready for flight. "Depend upon it." "I shall never swim again." And as he spoke he seated himself near the bed beside Faria. and my head seems uncomfortable." Chapter 17. indeed. "And why not?" asked the young man.

"Then I shall also remain. 121 . and was not easily kept open." "This paper. "and I only see a half−burnt paper. and call the attention of his officer to the circumstance." "It is well. In the ray of light which entered by the narrow window of his cell. high−principled young friend. but showed the paper to Dantes." said the abbe with a smile. in the spirit of obedience and respect which he had sworn to show towards his aged friend. With his instinctive delicacy Edmond had preferred avoiding any touch on this painful chord. which had brought upon the abbe the accusation of madness. and now these few words uttered by Faria.The Count of Monte Cristo "The physician may be mistaken!" exclaimed Dantes. "I accept." murmured the invalid." said Faria. He had taken the silence of the old man for a return to reason. You may one of these days reap the reward of your disinterested devotion. he found Faria seated and looking composed. Faria smiled encouragingly on him. after so painful a crisis. from being constantly rolled into a small compass. had the form of a cylinder. He did not speak. hear the hollow sound of his footsteps. Here I shall remain till the hour of my deliverance arrives. keep at it all night. and swim for both of us." Then. my friend. and set about this work. which. Go. if necessary. in which. Chapter 18. "you. on which are traces of Gothic characters inscribed with a peculiar kind of ink. he retained the use. and read in his countenance ample confirmation of the sincerity of his devotion and the loyalty of his purpose. but fly −− go−I give you back your promise. and that. it becomes necessary to fill up the excavation beneath the soldier's gallery. "I may now avow to you. Chapter 18. That would bring about a discovery which would inevitably lead to our being separated. "By the blood of Christ I swear never to leave you while you live. who are young and active. and you will not. I shall have something of the greatest importance to communicate to you. one−half belongs to you. must know as well as I do that a man so loaded would sink before he had done fifty strokes. from this day forth. "Thanks. and do not return here to−morrow till after the jailer his visited me. rising and extending his hand with an air of solemnity over the old man's head. then. But as I cannot. of which alone. Until this day and for how long a time! −− he had refrained from talking of the treasure. single−hearted. of which. "Look at it. will be the hour of my death. and the young man retired to his task. I can offer you no assistance. to allow yourself to be duped by vain hopes. Cease. it will be recollected. he held open in his left hand. and Faria had been equally silent. by chance. extending one hand. he might. a sheet of paper. he slowly added." said Dantes." said Dantes. The Treasure." Faria gazed fondly on his noble−minded. "I have looked at it with all possible attention. "And as for your poor arm. in all human probability. since I have the proof of your fidelity −− this paper is my treasure. that even your own excellent heart refuses to believe in. who are a sailor and a swimmer. quit this place. "What is that?" he inquired. As for you." said the abbe. unhappily. then." Dantes took the hand of the abbe in his. The Treasure. and affectionately pressed it. When Dantes returned next morning to the chamber of his companion in captivity." The sweat started forth on Dantes brow. delay not on my account. what difference will that make? I can take you on my shoulders. seemed to indicate a serious relapse into mental alienation." "My son.

of which half was wanting." "Silence!" exclaimed Dantes. and taking the paper. "Steps approach −− I go −− adieu. "You have.. "My words have not convinced you. but not for me." Chapter 18.The Count of Monte Cristo "Your treasure?" stammered Dantes. and have reconstructed every phrase.. fatigued you. now that I see you. "My dear friend. and I see by your paleness and agitation what is passing in your heart at this moment." replied Dantes. but first listen to the history of this paper. But now I have forgiven the world for the love of you. Dantes. when the young man had finished reading it. desirous of not yielding to the old man's madness. "You persist in your incredulity. Well. who read them for the first time. Edmond. "Who knows if to−morrow. No. who have grown pale over them by many nights' study. read this paper. "Yes.. of Roman crowns in the most distant a. "25th April.. by some accident. No one would listen or believe me." Edmond turned away his head with a sigh. and if I have not been allowed to possess it. "I see nothing but broken lines and unconnected words. which would make the wealth of a dozen families. and believe me so afterwards if you will." said Edmond. Besides. Edmond. "Why. but you." "And do you believe you have discovered the hidden meaning?" "I am sure I have. then. Edmond!" replied the old man. indeed. I am not mad." "Then we will not talk of it until to−morrow. young and with a promising future." "On the contrary. of the second opening wh. which may amount to two.. −− now that I think of all that may result to you in the good fortune of such a disclosure. listen to me. heir. This treasure exists. I shudder at any delay. The Treasure." Then he said aloud. had you not better repose awhile? To−morrow. I have often thought with a bitter joy that these riches. I see you require proofs. and you shall judge for yourself. the third attack may not come on? and then must not all be over? Yes. "I thought it was understood that we should not talk of that until to−morrow. "this is a terrible relapse! There was only this blow wanting. you will. "a treasure is not a thing we need hurry about. my friend.. my dear friend. but to−day I wish to nurse you carefully. will be forever lost to those men who persecute me." "I will not irritate him. which are rendered illegible by fire." said he. This idea was one of vengeance to me. 122 . Faria smiled. to you. if you will. and tremble lest I should not assure to one as worthy as yourself the possession of so vast an amount of hidden wealth." "To−morrow. no doubt. your attack has. but read this paper to−day.. l49" "Well!" said Faria. a noble nature. I will hear your narrative. be assured." he said. or the next day after. which I have never shown to any one. indeed." thought Edmond. declare to belong to him alo. −− he read: −− "This treasure. completed every thought. it is a matter of the utmost importance.." "Alas. because everyone thought me mad. who must know that I am not." "Yes." murmured Edmond to himself." continued Faria. perhaps. Yes −− you. −− having been burnt. and I tasted it slowly in the night of my dungeon and the despair of my captivity.

lived on this reputation for wealth. in the twentieth chapter of the Life of Pope Alexander VI. It was the governor. glided like a snake along the narrow passage. During this time. I had often seen my noble patron annotating ancient volumes. or was all the world deceived as to Faria? Dantes remained in his cell all day. who had completed his conquest. once for all. for whom in his heart he felt a kind of affection. and it was necessary. His holiness had an idea. and deploring the prostration of mind that followed them. The pope had also need of money to bring matters to an end with Louis XII. 123 . "that I was the secretary and intimate friend of Cardinal Spada. I owe to this worthy lord all the happiness I ever knew.The Count of Monte Cristo And Dantes. like public rumor. were the following lines. Edmond shuddered when he heard the painful efforts which the old man made to drag himself along. and covered it with a mat in order the more effectually to avoid discovery. that he could not understand how so much wisdom on all points could be allied with madness. and. for otherwise he would not have been able to enter by the small aperture which led to Dantes' chamber. "You know. Edmond. Caesar Borgia. Faria. his palace was my paradise. since their first acquaintance. He determined to make two cardinals." said the abbe. There. "Here I am. His fear was lest the governor. The cardinal's house had no secrets for me. he looked at me. who.. which was a matter of great difficulty in the impoverished condition of exhausted Italy. convinced that the poor madman. so wonderfully sagacious. Faria sat up to receive him. in fact. I was tutor to his nephews. Listen to me. opened a volume relating to the History of the City of Rome. "You thought to escape my munificence. seated on his bed with his head in his hands. tried to move and get over the distance which separated them. and thus separate him from his young companion. smiling bitterly. I tried by absolute devotion to his will. who was formidable still in spite of his recent reverses. and when he was alone in the world. Was Faria deceived as to his treasure. But fortunately this was not the case. had been on all points so rational and logical. while Faria. had need of money to purchase all Italy. therefore. was only troubled with a slight indisposition. King of France. restored by his alarm to a certain amount of activity. he seated himself on the stool beside him." he said with a benignant smile. hearing of Faria's illness from the jailer. and eagerly searching amongst dusty family manuscripts. pursuing you remorselessly. pushed the stone into place with his foot. not seeing the young man appear. Faria. that the abbe was mad −− such a conviction would be so terrible! But.' Chapter 18. One day when I was reproaching him for his unavailing searches. which I can never forget: −− "`The great wars of Romagna had ended. avoiding all gestures in order that he might conceal from the governor the paralysis that had already half stricken him with death. tried to collect his scattered thoughts. not daring to return to his friend. although the wealth of his family had passed into a proverb. and the governor left him. and placing the old man on his bed. to have recourse to some profitable scheme. touched with pity. The Treasure." Edmond saw there was no escape.' But he. thinking thus to defer the moment when he should be convinced. and I heard the phrase very often. Edmond was obliged to assist him. who are dead. the last of the princes of that name. but it is in vain. might order him to be removed to better quarters. He was not rich. `As rich as a Spada. and he could no longer make use of one arm. his leg was inert. to make up to him all he had done for me during ten years of unremitting kindness. towards the evening after the hour for the customary visit had gone by. happy to escape the history and explanation which would be sure to confirm his belief in his friend's mental instability. had come in person to see him.

a scrap of paper on which Spada had written: −− `I bequeath to my beloved nephew my coffers. making signs which his wife could not comprehend. quite set up with his new dignities. one of the noblest and richest of the Roman nobility. had made progress in Rome.' Caesar gave way before such cogent reasoning. `Caesar wills that you die. the famous key which was given to certain persons with the request that they go and open a designated cupboard. as Caesar looked at him with an ironical air.' "Spada set out about two o'clock to San Pierdarena. the bite was mortal. a charming retreat which the cardinals knew very well by report. He then sent word to his nephew to wait for him near the vineyard. The pope heaped attentions upon Rospigliosi and Spada. or shake hands with them. that Rospigliosi and Spada paid for being cardinals. "The table was laid in a vineyard belonging to the pope. Then the pope and Caesar Borgia invited the two cardinals to dinner. Spada turned pale. "Then Caesar and the pope hastened to lay hands on the heritage.' but it was a legate a latere. Spada at the same moment saw another bottle approach him. and then he had the two hats to sell besides. under presence of seeking for the papers of the dead man. near San Pierdarena. my books. took paper and pen. Rospigliosi. The first sight that attracted the eyes of Spada was that of his nephew. The lion bit the hand thus favored. It was too late. placed for him expressly by the pope's butler. and Caesar Borgia paying him most marked attentions. But the inheritance consisted in this only. In the first place. which he was pressed to taste. "It is time now to proceed to the last part of the speculation. The pope and Caesar Borgia first found the two future cardinals. Besides. and at the end of twenty−four hours. and thus eight hundred thousand crowns entered into the coffers of the speculators. Then there was the ring with the lion's head. a young captain of the highest promise. and eight other persons paid for the offices the cardinals held before their elevation. an indigestion declares itself immediately. This was a matter of dispute between the holy father and his son. The result was. Caesar thought they could make use of one of the means which he always had ready for his friends. Spada. They began dinner and Spada was only able to inquire of his nephew if he had received his message. replied: `Now as to the worthy cardinals. which Caesar wore when he wanted to greet his friends with a clasp of the hand. and Caesar Spada. you forget. Spada and Rospigliosi. Caesar proposed to his father. a prudent man. An hour afterwards a physician declared they were both poisoned through eating mushrooms. the nephew expired at his own door. perfectly comprehending the meaning of the question. they were Giovanni Rospigliosi. Spada died on the threshold of the vineyard. and induced them to arrange their affairs and take up their residence at Rome. the person was pricked by this small point. The nephew replied no. −− a negligence on the part of the locksmith. he could sell the great appointments and splendid offices which the cardinals already held. Caesar. something tells me that we shall get that money back. amongst others. and greatly attached to his only nephew. which proved that he had anticipated all. When this was pressed to effect the opening of the cupboard. of which the lock was difficult. since Christianity. while a prick or a bite occasions a delay of a day or two. The Treasure. that is to say. let us ask both of them to dinner. and made his will. it was no longer a centurion who came from the tyrant with a message. for he had already drunk a glass of excellent wine. and that the snare was well spread. especially rich men −− this was the return the holy father looked for. There was a third point in view.The Count of Monte Cristo "By choosing two of the greatest personages of Rome. which will appear hereafter. but Alexander VI. and died next day. who came with a smile on his lips to say from the pope. so eminently civilizing.. but it appeared the servant did not find him. went with a good appetite and his most ingratiating manner. 124 . and the cardinals were consequently invited to dinner. in full costume. `His holiness requests you to dine with him. and Caesar Borgia soon found purchasers for their appointments. my breviary with the gold Chapter 18. and. who held four of the highest dignities of the Holy See. The pope awaited him. "Spada knew what these invitations meant. They were ambitious. in the first place. This key was furnished with a small iron point. conferred upon them the insignia of the cardinalate. that they should either ask the cardinals to open the cupboard. both felt the high honor of such a favor from the pope.

laid hands on the furniture. preserved in the family with superstitious veneration. but in these days landed property had not much value. The celebrated breviary remained in the family. and I advised him to invest all he had in an annuity. a better politician than his father. compelled to quit Rome. interrupting the thread of his narrative. I say the two. not exceeding a few thousand crowns in plate. counted. I had often heard him complain of the disproportion of his rank with his fortune. "Up to this point. −− you know by what mistake. " I was then almost assured that the inheritance had neither profited the Borgias nor the family. stewards. scarcely noticed in history. because Cardinal Rospigliosi. he went and got himself obscurely killed in a night skirmish. it seems as if I were reading a most interesting narrative. and the two palaces and the vineyard remained to the family since they were beneath the rapacity of the pope and his son. eh?" "Oh. poisoned at the same time." "The family began to get accustomed to their obscurity. go on. and some were ruined. had carried off from the pope the fortune of the two cardinals. which slept in the bosom of the earth under the eyes of the genie. all descending from the poisoned cardinal. Then. a mystery hung over this dark affair. contained in the library and laboratories. with beautiful Gothic characters. I beg of you. some bankers. admired the breviary.The Count of Monte Cristo corners. some churchmen. poisoned. 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 was an illuminated book. but this was not the case. 125 . who had not taken any precaution. was really the most miserable of uncles −− no treasures −− unless they were those of science." said Faria. but found nothing. calculated a thousand and a thousand times the income Chapter 18. He did so. that Caesar. and was in the count's possession. Caesar and his father searched. no doubt. it was supposed that the Spada family would resume the splendid position they had held before the cardinal's time. The Spadas remained in doubtful ease. but could only trace the acquisition of the property of the Cardinal Rospigliosi. scrutinized. whose secretary I was −− the Count of Spada. and were greatly astonished that Spada. After the pope's death and his son's exile. I in my turn examined the immense bundles of documents. It had been handed down from father to son. parchments. That was all. had caused it to be regarded as a genuine relic. and so weighty with gold. Years rolled on. but had remained unpossessed like the treasures of the Arabian Nights. Caesar. which I beg he will preserve in remembrance of his affectionate uncle. his companion in misfortune. my friend." "I will. contracts." cried Dantes. but in spite of the most exhaustive researches. some grew rich. and about the same in ready money. −− titles. "this seems to you very meaningless. there is a will. and thus doubled his income. The Treasure. for the singular clause of the only will that had been found. and the public rumor was. Alexander VI. I had even written a precise history of the Borgia family. secretaries before me. or at least very little. I come now to the last of the family. but the new skin was spotted by the poison till it looked like a tiger's. but the nephew had time to say to his wife before he expired: `Look well among my uncle's papers. There were two palaces and a vineyard behind the Palatine Hill. that a servant always carried it before the cardinal on days of great solemnity. "At the sight of papers of all sorts. died. which were kept in the archives of the family. Yet I had read. was completely despoiled. ransacked. I found −− nothing. escaped by shedding his skin like a snake. examined. I searched.' "The heirs sought everywhere. but it was fruitless. and amongst the descendants some were soldiers. "on the contrary. others diplomatists. the rich man. like twenty servitors. Months and years rolled on.' "They sought even more thoroughly than the august heirs had done.

read it again. Island of Monte Cristo.. "25th April.. all I poss. however. and his famous breviary. but as no one came. for the thousandth time. composed of five thousand volumes.. kept there by the request of the heirs.. set light to it.. lighted my taper in the fire itself." Faria followed him with an excited look. and that I would draw up a genealogical tree and history of his house. Be easy.know of the existence of this treasure.. with which I proposed to get a light from the small flame still playing on the embers. 126 . as if by magic. and putting it into the expiring flame.... I hesitated for a moment.. Guido Spada . he may desire to become my heir. with a thousand Roman crowns. It was useless.ried in a place he knows . which Edmond read as follows: −− ". 1498. and has visited with me.. I raised my head. when he saw that Dantes had read the last line. and opened the crumpled paper with inexpressible emotion. when.... and I was going to leave Rome and settle at Florence. be. on condition that I would have anniversary masses said for the repose of his soul. He had reserved from his annuity his family papers. found it. Fearing. his library. twisted it up together.. "Caes. which ..ngle in the second. which he had in ready money. that I have bu.. .. in. All this I did scrupulously... I determined to find one for myself. I was in utter darkness.. The Treasure.. "And now. and judge for yourself. jewels. Dantes. which was on the table beside me....content with making me pay for my hat.. the treasure is in the furthest a... money. that these characters had been traced in mysterious and sympathetic ink.. on the 25th of December (you will see presently how the date became fixed in my memory)..ck from the small . I saw yellowish characters appear on the paper.. "But beneath my fingers. and re. which treasure I bequeath and leave en.. creek to the east in a right line..ar Spada. All these he bequeathed to me. "In 1807.. then recollected that I had seen in the famous breviary..ing invited to dine by his Holiness . that I alone. "put the two fragments together.. and the famous breviary. that is. and a fortnight after the death of the Count of Spada. I felt for it... I grasped it in my hand. and Bentivoglio." and he presented to Dantes a second leaf with fragments of lines written on it. my head dropped on my hands.. and fearing that not. and then I will complete for you the incomplete words and unconnected sense.. and which had served as a marker for centuries. only appearing when exposed to the fire. may amount to nearly two mil.... I rang for a light.ings have been made ... who were poisoned. put out the flame as quickly as I could. traced with an ink of a reddish color resembling rust: −− "This 25th day of April.. my dear Edmond.. in proportion as the fire ascended. we are near the conclusion.essed of ingots..tire to him . gems.. to make use of any valuable piece of paper. recognizing. an old paper quite yellow with age. diamonds." said the abbe.. offered the paper to Dantes. and I fell asleep about three o'clock in the afternoon." Dantes obeyed. for the palace was sold to a stranger. and overcome by a heavy dinner I had eaten.lions of Roman crowns. "and now.I declare to my nephew. my sole heir. . I took a wax−candle in one hand.. with an air of triumph. my library. nearly one−third of the paper had been consumed by the flame. who this time read the following words. 1498. Alexander VI. and the conjointed pieces gave the following: −− Chapter 18.. and with the other groped about for a piece of paper (my match−box being empty).. tired with my constant labor at the same thing. and which he . as my sole heir." Faria.. . and the Count of Spada in his poverty. I remained in my ignorance. will find on raising the twentieth ro..The Count of Monte Cristo and expenditure of the family for three hundred years.. gold. My patron died. It was that paper you read this morning. in these caves." he said. a month before I was arrested.. It was indeed but anticipating the simple manners which I should soon be under the necessity of adopting. I was reading. "read this other paper..the caves of the small . I awoke as the clock was striking six. Two open. when I had done so. the papers I was arranging. intending to take with me twelve thousand francs I possessed.serves for me the fate of Cardinals Caprara .

600. and you escape alone." replied Edmond. and fearing that not. the cause of which they were unable to guess..ing invited to dine by his Holiness Alexander VI. "Impossible? and why?" asked the old man.. If we lay hands on this fortune... still incredulous. as we are guided in a cavern by the small ray of light above us.. that is.. I was arrested at the very moment I was leaving Piombino. "The Spada family was one of the oldest and most powerful families of the fifteenth century. be. "Yes. The last Count of Spada.. bequeathing to me this symbolic breviary.. and which he will find on raising the twentieth ro. the treasure is in the furthest a. "25th April. jewels. "Impossible!" said Dantes. wished for a partition of provinces) had their eyes on me.. yes!" "And who completed it as it now is?" "I did..tire to him as my sole heir. and the will so long sought for.. no. having aroused their suspicions.. he may desire to become my heir. which may amount to nearly two mil... moreover. no. The Treasure." "But...ssed of ingots. and my hasty departure. nearly thirteen millions of our money.000 in 1894. gold.. a thousand times. diamonds. we may enjoy it without remorse.ried in a place he knows and has visited with me. addressing Dantes with an almost paternal expression.lions of Roman crowns. half this treasure is yours. who were poisoned. in. that I alone. Two open. Chapter 18. be easy on that score..." "And what did you do when you arrived at this conclusion?" "I resolved to set out.ar Spada. and in those times.The Count of Monte Cristo "This 25th day of April. staggered at the enormous amount. "Caes."* * $2. measuring the length of the lines by those of the paper. "now. the family is extinct. gems. 1498. money.. "has this treasure no more legitimate possessor in the world than ourselves?" "No.I declare to my nephew.the caves of the small Island of Monte Cristo all I poss." "And you say this treasure amounts to" −− "Two millions of Roman crowns... If we ever escape together. 127 .. make your mind satisfied on that point.content with making me pay for my hat. my sole heir. when other opportunities for investment were wanting." continued Faria.. quite contrary to what Napoleon desired so soon as he had a son born to him. "It is the declaration of Cardinal Spada. carrying with me the beginning of my great work.know of the existence of this treasure. and re.." inquired Dantes hesitating. if I die here.. but for some time the imperial police (who at this period. Aided by the remaining fragment.ngle in the second. do you comprehend now?" inquired Faria. you know as much as I do myself. the whole belongs to you. I guessed the rest. that I have bu." "Well. "Now.. 1498.. the unity of the Italian kingdom. made me his heir.ings have been made in these caves. and divining the hidden meaning by means of what was in part revealed. he bequeathed to me all it contained.serves for me the fate of Cardinals Caprara and Bentivoglio.. which treasure I bequeath and leave en. Guido Spada.ck from the small creek to the east in a right line. my dear fellow. and did set out at that very instant. no.

supposing it had ever existed. I have promised to remain forever with you. a stronger. and then surprise you. which had so long been the object of the abbe's meditations. However. and the prisoner who could not get free. completely deserted. It was past a question now that Faria was not a lunatic. It is a rock of almost conical form. my dear friend. and had once touched there. Chapter 19. Now that this treasure." replied Dantes. and making them understand that they were condemned to perpetual imprisonment. "You are the child of my captivity. though possessed of nearly a million in diamonds and jewels. But Dantes was far from being as enthusiastic and confident as the old man. The Third Attack. at one and the same time. Dantes. which. The treasure will be no more mine than yours. "that God deems it right to take from me any claim to merit for what you call my devotion to you. and though he considered the treasure as by no means chimerical. They had repaired it completely." said the young man. it will be remembered. with thirteen or fourteen millions of francs. the misfortune would have been still greater. and more inexorable barrier was interposed to cut off the realization of their hopes. but at the same time Dantes could not believe that the deposit. and still is. These different Chapter 19. and which have taken root there with all their philological ramifications. and Faria gave Dantes advice as to the means he should employ to recover the treasure. "You see. Well. now. God has sent you to me to console. the man who could not be a father. my dear friend. the languages you have implanted in my memory. a man could do in these days to his friends. The abbe did not know the Island of Monte Cristo. the abbe had made to Edmond. explaining to Dantes all the good which. which looks as though it had been thrust up by volcanic force from the depth to the surface of the ocean. which awaits me beneath the sombre rocks of Monte Cristo. with an air of sorrowful resignation. handed down by entail. The Third Attack. "that I might test your character. I should have conducted you to Monte Cristo. the gallery on the sea side. still existed. but Dantes knew it. and now I could not break my promise if I would. there are at this day Roman families perishing of hunger. My profession condemns me to celibacy. which had given rise to the suspicion of his madness. between Corsica and the Island of Elba. could insure the future happiness of him whom Faria really loved as a son. I am no relation of yours. a man with thirteen or fourteen millions could do to his enemies." he added. our living together five or six hours a day. and then Dantes' countenance became gloomy. "and to you only. it is the rays of intelligence you have elicited from my brain. Had we escaped before my attack of catalepsy. and they would undoubtedly have been separated. always had been. Thus a new. I have no right to it. you do not thank me?" "This treasure belongs to you. to Faria. and stopped up with vast masses of stone the hole Dantes had partly filled in.The Count of Monte Cristo such accumulations of gold and jewels were by no means rare. was rebuilt. for their attempt to escape would have been detected. a new misfortune befell them. But for this precaution. it is your presence. situated twenty−five miles from Pianosa. and which they cannot touch." 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. Dantes. he yet believed it was no longer there. which had long been in ruins. with a sigh. This island was. in spite of our jailers. and the way in which he had achieved the discovery. as if fate resolved on depriving the prisoners of their last chance. 128 . "I have only kept this secret so long from you. increased Edmond's admiration of him." "You are my son. and neither of us will quit this prison. for the oath of vengeance he had taken recurred to his memory. But my real treasure is not that." Edmond thought he was in a dream −− he wavered between incredulity and joy. and he reflected how much ill. and every day he expatiated on the amount." continued Faria. it had doubled its value in his eyes." exclaimed the old man. and had often passed it. Dantes drew a plan of the island for Faria. in these times. "it is you who will conduct me thither.

By the light of the wretched and wavering lamp. my beloved friend. at least tolerably. and search in the appointed spot. had regained all the clearness of his understanding. Whole hours sometimes passed while Faria was giving instructions to Dantes. believing that he heard some one calling him. and makes my whole frame capable of great and terrible things. no one would be able to discover its real meaning. Believe me. −− so fills my whole existence. from the day and hour and moment when he was so. many stifled sighs. but actual. besides the moral instructions we have detailed. without having recovered the use of his hand and foot. Faria. and which evaporate and vanish as we draw near to them. and I need not attempt to explain to you?" Chapter 19. pale. "Alas. if not rapidly. even were they not as problematical as the clouds we see in the morning floating over the sea. to endeavor to find the wonderful caverns." said Faria in a resigned tone. The Third Attack. taught his youthful companion the patient and sublime duty of a prisoner. reached him. In the meanwhile the hours passed. as we have said. could not deprive me of this. now perpetually talked of it. drew up the stone. and which had so seriously alarmed him when he saw them for the first time. I owe you my real good. and anticipating the pleasure he would enjoy. to gain Monte Cristo by some means. Then. if not actually happy. −− the appointed spot. −− instructions which were to serve him when he was at liberty. and reached the opposite extremity. Faria. and with this you have made me rich and happy. But beneath this superficial calm there were in the heart of the young man. Undoubtedly the call came from Faria's dungeon. even Caesar Borgia himself. As he had prophesied would be the case. or rather a plaintive voice which essayed to pronounce his name. which was. he compelled Dantes to learn it by heart. −− Faria. be it remembered. Dantes saw the old man. my present happiness. once free. But he was continually thinking over some means of escape for his young companion. "Alas. and had given up all hope of ever enjoying it himself. and all the sovereigns of the earth. of which we have spoken. to hear your eloquent speech." murmured Edmond. Dantes. To have you as long as possible near me. and Dantes knew it from the first to the last word. He opened his eyes upon utter darkness. For fear the letter might be some day lost or stolen. many repressed desires. that the despair to which I was just on the point of yielding when I knew you. "can it be?" He moved his bed. has no longer any hold over me. Then he destroyed the second portion. being the farthest angle in the second opening. They were thus perpetually employed. he remained paralyzed in the right arm and the left leg.The Count of Monte Cristo sciences that you have made so easy to me by the depth of the knowledge you possess of them. assured that if the first were seized. and the clearness of the principles to which you have reduced them −− this is my treasure. and remain there alone under some pretext which would arouse no suspicions. 129 . and take comfort. and once there. yet the days these two unfortunates passed together went quickly. clinging to the bedstead. rushed into the passage. which found vent when Faria was left alone. 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. His features were writhing with those horrible symptoms which he already knew. −− which embellishes my mind. for fear of recalling the almost extinct past which now only floated in his memory like a distant light wandering in the night. my dear friend. and when Edmond returned to his cell. this is better for me than tons of gold and cases of diamonds. He sat up in bed and a cold sweat broke out upon his brow. which we take for terra firma. do you not. One night Edmond awoke suddenly. who for so long a time had kept silence as to the treasure. but yet erect. and perhaps in that of the old man. His name. "you understand. if I should ever be free." Thus. the secret entrance was open. that he might not see himself grow old. and had gradually. he could have but one only thought. strengthens my soul. who learns to make something from nothing. and this −− this is my fortune −− not chimerical.

is yet always so dear. "there remains still some of the magic draught. strong. −− you whom heaven gave me somewhat late." he exclaimed. and I will save you a second time!" And raising the foot of the bed. and in whose heart he has so profoundly rooted the love of life. The Third Attack. in five minutes the malady will reach its height. "or you are lost.The Count of Monte Cristo Edmond uttered a cry of agony. and it was time I should die. Perhaps he will be young. If. The treasure of the Spadas exists. which. like yourself. God wills it that man whom he has created. which had failed at the words of the old man. "Listen." Edmond could only clasp his hands and exclaim. I wish you all the happiness and all the prosperity you so well deserve. If you do escape. "sole consolation of my wretched existence. then. for I can no longer support myself. quite out of his senses. my friend. You will no longer have half a dead body tied to you as a drag to all your movements. should do all in his power to preserve that existence. "Oh. "Do as you did before. all the springs of life are now exhausted in me. looking at his paralyzed arm and leg. "And now. These horrible chills. you see that I do not recover. God grants me the boon of vision unrestricted by time or space. and so act as to render your captivity supportable or your flight possible." replied Faria. try. he drew out the phial. Hasten to Monte Cristo −− avail yourself of the Chapter 19. It would require years to do again what I have done here. Now lift me on my bed. I see it in the depths of the inner cavern. be assured. my dear friend. a priceless gift. while I have been but a hindrance. and for which I am most grateful. and in a quarter of an hour there will be nothing left of me but a corpse. and. quick! tell me what I must do this time. was not so. my dear friend. which make my teeth chatter and seem to dislocate my bones." he continued. "has but half its work to do. exclaiming. still a third filled with the red liquor. yes!" exclaimed Dantes." said Faria. Quick." "Oh!" exclaimed Dantes." he said. which had for a moment staggered under this blow. remember that the poor abbe. are there any fresh instructions? Speak. his heart wrung with anguish." Edmond took the old man in his arms. and laid him on the bed. The cold gains upon me. speak not thus!" and then resuming all his presence of mind. At length providence has done something for you. he said. "and I tell you that I will save you yet. "but no matter. and the results would be instantly destroyed if our jailers knew we had communicated with each other. and will aid you in your escape. leaning his head against the old man's bed. Besides. I bless thee!" The young man cast himself on his knees. "Silence. shaking his head. and enduring. then pour the rest down my throat. begin to pervade my whole frame. and are dazzled at the sight of so much riches. to what I say in this my dying moment. only do not wait so long. some other unfortunate being will soon take my place." "There is not a hope." "Well. and his strength. the dungeon I am about to leave will not long remain empty. after having made me swallow twelve drops instead of ten. help!" Faria had just sufficient strength to restrain him. my dear Edmond. and to him you will appear like an angel of salvation. whom all the world called mad. now. my friend. he restores to you more than he takes away. but still gave me. I feel the blood flowing towards my brain. I have saved you once." "Oh. We must now only think of you. "Help. I listen. yes. My eyes pierce the inmost recesses of the earth. rushed towards the door. "See. 130 . My son. "Oh. however painful it may be. my friend. −− at the moment of separating from you forever. and death.

lay on the bed of torture. and he put the phial to the purple lips of Faria. and without having occasion to force open his jaws. With steady gaze he awaited confidently the moment for administering the restorative. 'tis here −− 'tis here −− 'tis over −− my sight is gone −− my senses fail! Your hand. be assured I shall save you! Besides. carefully concealed it. he said. and paled the ineffectual light of the lamp. The Third Attack. and its feeble ray came into the dungeon. stiffened body. his hand applied to his heart. clasping Edmond's hand convulsively −− "adieu!" "Oh. although you suffer much. his brow bathed with perspiration. Dantes took the lamp. he took the knife. yes. and at times gave it the appearance of life. The crisis was terrible. until at length it stopped. He extinguished the lamp. and then his convulsed body returned gradually to its former immobility. −− "Monte Cristo. Then he thought it was time to make the last trial. Half an hour. perhaps." A violent convulsion attacked the old man. he dared no longer to gaze on those fixed and vacant eyes. −− no change took place. not yet. Oh. and then went away. "do not forsake me! Oh. adieu!" murmured the old man. which he tried many times to close. "that they may not separate us if you save me!" "You are right. but in vain −− they opened again as soon as shut. his hair erect. he saw that he was alone with a corpse. closing as well as he could the entrance to the secret passage by the large stone as he descended. no. Oh. and lips flecked with bloody foam. the eyes remained open. and a rigid form with twisted limbs. in which he summoned all his faculties. Dantes raised his head and saw Faria's eyes injected with blood. and during this period of anguish. yes. it is the privilege of youth to believe and hope. the dawn was just breaking. which offered less resistance than before. succor him! Help −− help −− help!" "Hush −− hush!" murmured the dying man. you do not seem to be in such agony as you were before. −− no." "Do not mistake. but as soon as the daylight gained the pre−eminence. The draught produced a galvanic effect. forget not Monte Cristo!" And he fell back on the bed. a quarter of an hour. placed it on a projecting stone above the bed. I suffer less because there is in me less strength to endure. the phial contained. his eyes opened until it was fearful to gaze upon them. whence its tremulous light fell with strange and fantastic ray on the distorted countenance and motionless. and he dared not again press the hand that hung out of bed. but old men see death more clearly. and the heart's pulsation become more and more deep and dull. which had remained extended. Dantes still doubted. in place of the intellectual being who so lately rested there. It was six o'clock in the morning. but the eyeballs were glazed. twice as much more. a violent trembling pervaded the old man's limbs. At your age we have faith in life. the eyes remaining open. Edmond leaned over his friend. and watched. swollen eyelids. 131 . he heaved a sigh which resembled a shriek. Strange shadows passed over the countenance of the dead man. half an hour. When he believed that the right moment had arrived. he poured the whole of the liquid down his throat. It seemed as if a flow of blood had ascended from the chest to the head. He waited ten minutes. While the struggle between day and night lasted. the face became livid. he counted the seconds by the beating of his heart. an hour and a half elapsed. an hour. Then an invincible and extreme terror seized upon him. "Adieu. pried open the teeth. Chapter 19. Trembling. the last movement of the heart ceased. and felt the body gradually grow cold. counted one after the other twelve drops.The Count of Monte Cristo fortune −− for you have indeed suffered long enough." he cried. Dantes! Adieu −− adieu!" And raising himself by a final effort.

" "You know. and not that I doubt your science. "the madman has gone to look after his treasure. I will answer for that." There was a moment of complete silence. −− it was evident that the doctor was examining the dead body. but in discharge of my official duty." Edmond did not lose a word." said the governor. which increased. replying to the assurance of the doctor. Dantes was then seized with an indescribable desire to know what was going on in the dungeon of his unfortunate friend. I'll answer for it. but comprehended very little of what was said." said one. and seeing that. He therefore returned by the subterraneous gallery." added a third voice. well. He went on his way. "that the old man is really dead. the prisoner did not recover. In spite of all appearances. and on leaving him he went on to Faria's dungeon. There was a moment's silence. Questions and answers followed in a nonchalant manner that made Dantes indignant. 132 . sir. "You may make your mind easy. "Oh. The inquiries soon commenced. and required no watching. "he is dead. Other turnkeys came. they may go to some expense in his behalf. knew that the doctor was examining the corpse a second time. mingled with brutal laughter. and then was heard the regular tramp of soldiers. The governor then went out." said the governor. taking thither breakfast and some linen. as to finish your duty by fulfilling the Chapter 19. in spite of this application. therefore. Nothing betokened that the man know anything of what had occurred. At the end of an hour. for he was a quiet. hardly venturing to breathe. Last of all came the governor." said the governor. "as he was a churchman. who asked them to throw water on the dead man's face. "there was no occasion for watching him: he would have stayed here fifty years. The doctor analyzed the symptoms of the malady to which the prisoner had succumbed. for he felt that all the world should have for the poor abbe a love and respect equal to his own. happy in his folly. inoffensive prisoner. On this occasion he began his rounds at Dantes' cell.The Count of Monte Cristo It was time. as they might have left some turnkey to watch the dead. followed by the doctor and other attendants. notwithstanding your certainty. and it seemed to him as if every one had left the cell. "the shrouds of the Chateau d'If are not dear!" "Perhaps. heard the voice of the governor. The Third Attack. still listening. "Well. persisting. Edmond heard the creaking of the bed as they moved the corpse." said one of the previous speakers. "I believe it will be requisite. Still he dared not to enter. "I am very sorry for what you tell me. and arrived in time to hear the exclamations of the turnkey." "Still." said the doctor. be so kind. It was the governor who returned. for the jailer was coming. during which Dantes. "that we are not content in such cases as this with such a simple examination. and words of pity fell on Dantes' listening ears. Good journey to him!" "With all his millions. mute and motionless. who called out for help. The voices soon ceased. He remained. they sent for the doctor." added the turnkey. that we should be perfectly assured that the prisoner is dead. and declared that he was dead. he will not have enough to pay for his shroud!" said another. therefore. he heard a faint noise." "Ah." "They may give him the honors of the sack. without any attempt to escape.

with the impiety usual in persons of his profession. he is really dead. pooh." said the doctor. and then was heard the crackling of burning flesh." said the governor. "I did not know that I had a rival. He was. and delivered from his captivity. and not give the devil the wicked delight of sending him a priest. too.The Count of Monte Cristo formalities described by law. "This evening. too. sir?" inquired a turnkey. then the bed again creaked under the weight deposited upon it." "Pooh. God will respect his profession. sir. "This evening. very learned. sir." There was a moment's silence. when the task was ended. Chapter 19. people going and coming. and the heavy footfall of a man who lifts a weight sounded on the floor. 133 . "You had never anything to complain of?" said the governor to the jailer who had charge of the abbe. make your mind easy. governor. indeed." This order to heat the irons made Dantes shudder. but I hope. he gave me a prescription which cured her. and rational enough on all points which did not relate to his treasure. One day." A shout of laughter followed this brutal jest. that you will show him all proper respect. in order to take a trip to Hyeres for a week. "The chaplain of the chateau came to me yesterday to beg for leave of absence." said the doctor. he shall be decently interred in the newest sack we can find." Other footsteps. it was an ancient name. "Yes. The poor fool is cured of his folly. he might have had his requiem. and some minutes afterwards a turnkey entered." "It is the sort of malady which we call monomania. "this burn in the heel is decisive. He heard hasty steps." replied the governor. "Will there be any mass?" asked one of the attendants." "Let the irons be heated. yes. the creaking of a door. The Third Attack. saying. "but really it is a useless precaution. and a moment afterwards the noise of rustling canvas reached Dantes' ears. on the contrary." "Ah. Will that satisfy you?" "Must this last formality take place in your presence. sir. "You see. when my wife was ill. were now heard. But make haste −− I cannot stay here all day. and he felt as if he should faint. "he is a churchman." "Wasn't his name Faria?" inquired one of the officers who accompanied the governor." "Yes. "That is impossible." said the governor. I told him I would attend to the prisoners in his absence. the bed creaked. If the poor abbe had not been in such a hurry. lighted. he was intractable." replied the jailer. ah!" said the doctor." said the doctor. "Never." said the doctor. but on that. Meanwhile the operation of putting the body in the sack was going on. and. −− "Here is the brazier. he sometimes amused me very much by telling me stories. going and coming. as he said. The perspiration poured forth upon the young man's brow. "Certainly. "never. of which the peculiar and nauseous smell penetrated even behind the wall where Dantes was listening in horror.

after all −− to solve the problem of life at its source. "Die? oh. He seated himself on the edge of that terrible bed. "whence comes this thought? Is it from thee? Since none but the dead pass freely from this dungeon. Chapter 20." As he said this. tied around its head the rag he wore at night around his own. No. turned the head towards the wall. with whom he was accustomed to live so intimately. which his friend had driven away and kept away by his cheerful presence. had I died years ago. and then they will guillotine me. and perhaps. let me take the place of the dead!" Without giving himself time to reconsider his decision. Before I die I must not forget that I have my executioners to punish. even at the risk of horrible suffering? The idea of suicide. strangle him. Yet they will forget me here. so that the jailer might. covered it with his counterpane. to give way to the sarcasm of destiny. which glared horribly." But excessive grief is like a storm at sea. Then he raised the flag−stone cautiously with his head. now hovered like a phantom over the abbe's dead body. indeed. It was empty." he exclaimed −− "not die now. Alone −− he was alone again −− again condemned to silence −− again face to face with nothingness! Alone! −− never again to see the face. Faria. too. which was all−pervasive. and. he bent over the appalling shroud. the beneficent and cheerful companion. no longer breathed. at full length. some friends to reward. But how to die? It is very easy. lay a sack of canvas. −− the silence of death. and struck its icy chill to the very soul of Dantes. The Cemetery of the Chateau D'If. "I will remain here. cost so little. and looked carefully around the chamber. the noise of the door. "Why. lifted his hand to his brow as if his brain wore giddy. once again kissed the ice−cold brow. Everything was in readiness. "I should go where he goes. indeed. and bore it along the tunnel to his own chamber. I shall struggle to the very last. and under its rude folds was stretched a long and stiffened form. and passed suddenly from despair to an ardent desire for life and liberty. A barrier had been placed between Dantes and his old friend. Suddenly he arose. as the turnkey said. and I shall die in my dungeon like Faria." "Shall we watch by the corpse?" "Of what use would it be? Shut the dungeon as if he were alive −− that is all. no. never again to hear the voice of the only human being who united him to earth! Was not Faria's fate the better. and should assuredly find him again. that he might not allow his thoughts to be distracted from his desperate resolution. The Cemetery of the Chateau D'If. "Just God!" he muttered. who knows. 134 . and a silence more sombre than that of solitude ensued. I will yet win back the happiness of which I have been deprived. but now to die would be." he went on with a smile. after having lived and suffered so long and so much! Die? yes. he became silent and gazed straight before him like one overwhelmed with a strange and amazing thought. with its creaking hinges and bolts ceased. No longer could Edmond look into those wide−open eyes which had seemed to be penetrating the mysteries of death. "If I could die. and then paused abruptly by the bed. where the frail bark is tossed from the depths to the top of the wave." he said. drew the corpse from the sack. paced twice or thrice round the dungeon. and faintly illuminated by the pale light that came from the window. no longer could he clasp the hand which had done so much to make his existence blessed. about ten or eleven o'clock. I want to live. Chapter 20. Dantes recoiled from the idea of so infamous a death. opened it with the knife which Faria had made. and fell into melancholy and gloomy revery. and the voices died away in the distance. rush on the first person that opens the door. and tried vainly to close the resisting eyes. it was Faria's last winding−sheet. laid it on his couch.The Count of Monte Cristo "At what hour?" inquired a turnkey. On the bed. and Dantes emerged from the tunnel." Then the steps retreated. −− a winding−sheet which.

and then the man placed his bread and soup on the table. fortunately. and Dantes knew that he had escaped the first peril. from misanthropy or fatigue. Edmond felt that the moment had arrived. but speak to Dantes. The first risk that Dantes ran was. Dantes had received his jailer in bed. He would have been discovered by the beating of his heart." said one. placed himself in the posture in which the dead body had been laid. If while he was being carried out the grave−diggers should discover that they were bearing a live instead of a dead body. lifting the feet. profiting by their alarm. the grave−diggers could scarcely have turned their backs before he would have worked his way through the yielding soil and escaped. The footsteps −− they were double −− paused at the door −− and Dantes guessed that the two grave−diggers had come to seek him −− this idea was soon converted into certainty. about the hour the governor had appointed. you're right. Now his plans were fully made. Dantes might have waited until the evening visit was over. with the other he wiped the perspiration from his temples. and a dim light reached Dantes' eyes through the coarse sack that covered him. This time the jailer might not be as silent as usual. he would be stifled. "What would be the use of carrying so much more weight?" was the reply. and seeing that he received no reply. summoned up all his courage. twenty times at least. and this is what he intended to do. but with a sudden cut of the knife. If he was detected in this and the earth proved too heavy. It was a good augury. Dantes had not eaten since the preceding evening. The Cemetery of the Chateau D'If. when he brought him his supper at seven o'clock. all would be over. as it was night. he would use his knife to better purpose." "Yes. 135 . and clutched his heart in a grasp of ice. In that case his last hope would have been destroyed. he would allow himself to be covered with earth. Dantes did not intend to give them time to recognize him. as was his frequent custom. as he raised the head." said another. and order the dead body to be removed earlier. and then. go to the bed.The Count of Monte Cristo when he brought the evening meal. Dantes' agony really began. might perceive the change that had been made. took from the hiding−place the needle and thread. believe that he was asleep. His situation was too precarious to allow him even time to reflect on any thought but one. Yet the hours passed on without any unusual disturbance. and went away without saying a word. The two men. footsteps were heard on the stairs. His hand placed upon his heart was unable to redress its throbbings. if they tried to catch him. When seven o'clock came. If they took him to the cemetery and laid him in a grave. "They say every year adds half a pound to the weight of the bones. he meant to open the sack from top to bottom. "He's heavy though for an old and thin man. Chapter 20. and. Then he thought he was going to die. and getting inside the sack. escape. He hoped that the weight of earth would not be so great that he could not overcome it. drew the bed against the wall. that the jailer. "Have you tied the knot?" inquired the first speaker. flung off his rags. entered the tunnel again. "I can do that when we get there. and then −− so much the better." replied the companion. At length. nor did he think of it now. he saw two shadows approach his bed. From time to time chills ran through his whole body. if by any mischance the jailers had entered at that moment. held his breath. approaching the ends of the bed. that they might feel only naked flesh beneath the coarse canvas. The door opened. and thus discover all. a third remaining at the door with a torch in its hand. took the sack by its extremities. but he had not thought of hunger. when he heard the noise they made in putting down the hand−bier. and sewed up the mouth of the sack from the inside. and would have been happy if at the same time he could have repressed the throbbing of his veins. while. returned to the other cell. but he was afraid that the governor would change his mind.

One of them went away. sitting on the edge of the hand−barrow. and then stopped to open a door. and then the party. dashed on the rocks." An exclamation of satisfaction indicated that the grave−digger had found the object of his search. It was a sensation in which pleasure and pain were strangely mingled." "Why." As he said this. it seemed to him as if the fall lasted for a century." was the answer. have you tied the knot?" inquired the grave−digger. perhaps. but his hair stood erect on his head. "Bad weather!" observed one of the bearers. one by the head and the other by the heels. "Well. falling. and they proceeded. who was looking on. who heard a heavy metallic substance laid down beside him. and swung him to and fro. who went first." They ascended five or six more steps. Chapter 20. The noise of the waves dashing against the rocks on which the chateau is built. falling. "two! three!" And at the same instant Dantes felt himself flung into the air like a wounded bird." said the other. reached Dantes' ear distinctly as they went forward. 136 .The Count of Monte Cristo "What's the knot for?" thought Dantes." said one of them. lighted by the man with the torch. "A little farther −− a little farther. and at the same moment a cord was fastened round his feet with sudden and painful violence. Suddenly he felt the fresh and sharp night air. here we are at last. "not without some trouble though. "You know very well that the last was stopped on his way. but fortunately he did not attempt it. the abbe runs a chance of being wet." was the answer. They advanced fifty paces farther. and then there was a burst of brutal laughter. "What can he be looking for?" thought Edmond. then went forward again. "The spade. They deposited the supposed corpse on the bier. and Dantes heard his shoes striking on the pavement. "Yes. "not a pleasant night for a dip in the sea. although not asked in the most polite terms. he is by no means a light load!" said the other bearer. with a rapidity that made his blood curdle. and the governor told us next day that we were careless fellows. then stopped. Edmond stiffened himself in order to play the part of a dead man." he said. "but it has lost nothing by waiting. the man came towards Edmond. and then Dantes felt that they took him. "Really. "or I shall never find what I am looking for. "Where am I?" he asked himself. Although drawn downwards by the heavy weight which hastened his rapid descent. Dantes did not comprehend the jest. Dantes' first impulse was to escape." "Yes." said the other bearer. ascended the stairs. I can tell you." said the other. "Here it is at last." The man with the torch complied. The bearers went on for twenty paces. yes." And the bier was lifted once more. and pretty tight too. then. The Cemetery of the Chateau D'If. "One!" said the grave−diggers. putting the bier down on the ground. and Dantes knew that the mistral was blowing. "Move on. "Well. "Give us a light.

he rapidly ripped up the sack. blacker than the sea. he darted like an arrow into the ice−cold water. during which Dantes. at the moment when it seemed as if he were actually strangled. Dantes. it was at least a league from the Chateau d'If to this island. An hour passed. and he redoubled his exertions. he would find it. He saw overhead a black and tempestuous sky. however. Often in prison Faria had said to him. blacker than the sky. had sufficient presence of mind to hold his breath. as we have said. clogged Dantes' efforts. if I am not mistaken. Tiboulen and Lemaire were therefore the safest for Dantes' venture. Dantes. He fancied that these two forms were looking at the sea. This was an easy feat to him. and as he did so he uttered a shrill cry. But how could he find his way in the darkness of the night? At this moment he saw the light of Planier. "I have swum above an hour. When he arose a second time. but in spite of all his efforts to free himself from the shot. and strove to penetrate the darkness. while the shot dragged down to the depths the sack that had so nearly become his shroud. I must be close to Tiboulen. he felt it dragging him down still lower. Dantes waited only to get breath. "Dantes. you must not give way to this listlessness. He could not see it. as is also the islet of Daume. and every time that he rose to the top of a wave he scanned the horizon. that has retarded my speed. nevertheless. and your strength has not been properly exercised and prepared for exertion. and then his body." said he. doubtless these strange grave−diggers had heard his cry. that relentless pursuer. But. even beneath the waves. and then dived. The Island of Tiboulen. He listened for any sound that might be audible. The islands of Tiboulen and Lemaire are a league from the Chateau d'If. continued to cleave the waves. and that he was still master of that element on whose bosom he had so often sported as a boy. Dantes dived again. in order to avoid being seen. He fancied that every wave behind him was a pursuing boat. gleaming in front of him like a star." These words rang in Dantes' ears. with a horrible splash. and remained a long time beneath the water. you will be drowned if you seek to escape. 137 . but exhausting his strength. stifled in a moment by his immersion beneath the waves. Chapter 21.The Count of Monte Cristo At last. he kept the Island of Tiboulen a little on the left. 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. He must now get his bearings. With a mighty leap he rose to the surface of the sea. rose phantom−like the vast stone structure. in order to rest himself. He then bent his body. The Island of Tiboulen. and as his right hand (prepared as he was for every chance) held his knife open. Chapter 21. sombre and terrible. but the sea was too violent. by turning to the left. excited by the feeling of freedom. and was unanimously declared to be the best swimmer in the port. The sea is the cemetery of the Chateau d'If. for he usually attracted a crowd of spectators in the bay before the lighthouse at Marseilles when he swam there. therefore. "Let us see. but as the wind is against me. and already the terrible chateau had disappeared in the darkness. whose projecting crags seemed like arms extended to seize their prey. and by a desperate effort severed the cord that bound his legs. He swam on still. determined to make for them. He found with pleasure that his captivity had taken away nothing of his power. extricated his arm. and on the highest rock was a torch lighting two figures. across which the wind was driving clouds that occasionally suffered a twinkling star to appear. although stunned and almost suffocated. He sought to tread water. he was fifty paces from where he had first sunk. Ratonneau and Pomegue are the nearest islands of all those that surround the Chateau d'If. and was dragged into its depths by a thirty−six pound shot tied to his feet. but he felt its presence. before him was the vast expanse of waters. but Ratonneau and Pomegue are inhabited. whose waves foamed and roared as if before the approach of a storm. By leaving this light on the right. Fear. he hastened to cleave his way through them to see if he had not lost his strength. when he saw him idle and inactive. Dantes had been flung into the sea. increasing rapidly his distance from the chateau. Behind him. When he came up again the light had disappeared.

which seemed to him softer than down. and. dashing themselves against it. It seemed to him that the island trembled to its base. By degrees the wind abated. Then. As he rose. break moorings. sweet sleep of utter exhaustion. and that it would. Dantes stood mute and motionless before this majestic spectacle. and yet he felt dizzy in the midst of the warring of the elements and the dazzling brightness of the lightning. and heavy clouds seemed to sweep down towards him. The gloomy building rose from the bosom of the Chapter 21. equally arid. and listened for the report. Suddenly the sky seemed to him to become still darker and more dense. with a fervent prayer of gratitude.The Count of Monte Cristo "Well. approaching with frightful rapidity. but larger. and swim to Lemaire. and drank greedily of the rainwater that had lodged in a hollow of the rock. He turned towards the fortress. from time to time a flash of lightning stretched across the heavens like a fiery serpent. and bear him off into the centre of the storm. but they saw it themselves. while a fifth clung to the broken rudder. The tempest was let loose and beating the atmosphere with its mighty wings. Then he put out his hand. between the Island of Lemaire and Cape Croiselle. advanced a few steps. A second after. Dantes cried at the top of his voice to warn them of their danger. and gilded their foaming crests with gold. and consequently better adapted for concealment. Before him rose a grotesque mass of rocks. the waves. Dantes from his rocky perch saw the shattered vessel. he listened. but when the sea became more calm. He fancied for a moment that he had been shot. "I will swim on until I am worn out." said he. he saw it again. but he heard nothing. and the tempest continued to rage. that resembled nothing so much as a vast fire petrified at the moment of its most fervent combustion. Edmond felt the trembling of the rock beneath which he lay. It was the Island of Tiboulen. Dantes ran down the rocks at the risk of being himself dashed to pieces. vast gray clouds rolled towards the west. which was. illumined the darkness. he fell into the deep. Dantes had not been deceived −− he had reached the first of the two islands. but he heard and saw nothing −− the cries had ceased. Then all was dark again. The Island of Tiboulen. At the same moment a violent crash was heard. for their cries were carried to his ears by the wind. and among the fragments the floating forms of the hapless sailors. He knew that it was barren and without shelter. or the cramp seizes me. He was safely sheltered. like a vessel at anchor. Dantes saw a fishing−boat driven rapidly like a spectre before the power of winds and waves. Soon a red streak became visible in the horizon." and he struck out with the energy of despair. An overhanging rock offered him a temporary shelter. He extended his hands. and the blue firmament appeared studded with bright stars. Above the splintered mast a sail rent to tatters was waving. and scarcely had he availed himself of it when the tempest burst forth in all its fury. in spite of the wind and rain. and cries of distress. suddenly the ropes that still held it gave way. He then recollected that he had not eaten or drunk for four−and−twenty hours. The men he beheld saw him undoubtedly. lighting up the clouds that rolled on in vast chaotic waves. wetted him with their spray. as if he now beheld it for the first time. It was day. 138 . that seemed to rive the remotest heights of heaven. and indeed since his captivity in the Chateau d'If he had forgotten that such scenes were ever to be witnessed. stretched himself on the granite. in fact. and encountered an obstacle and with another stroke knew that he had gained the shore. At the expiration of an hour Edmond was awakened by the roar of thunder. he resolved to plunge into its waves again. a flash of lightning. he groped about. By its light. and then I shall sink. a light played over them. and it disappeared in the darkness of the night like a vast sea−bird. Another flash showed him four men clinging to the shattered mast and the rigging. Dantes rose. a quarter of a league distant. the waves whitened. at the same time he felt a sharp pain in his knee. Tiboulen. and looked at both sea and land.

should he be unsuccessful in attracting attention. "the turnkey will enter my chamber. who are in reality smugglers. and the vessel stood on another tack. I can pass as one of the sailors wrecked last night. his legs lost their flexibility. In a few hours my strength will be utterly exhausted. and do for me what I am unable to do for myself. and the tartan instantly steered towards him. and conveyed back to Marseilles! What can I do? What story can I invent? under pretext of trading along the coast. seized one of the timbers. Dantes looked toward the spot where the fishing−vessel had been wrecked. and struck out so as to cut across the course the vessel was taking. It was about five o'clock. But I cannot −−−I am starving. I have suffered enough surely! Have pity on me. making signs of distress. His arms became stiff. Then boats filled with armed soldiers will pursue the wretched fugitive. will prefer selling me to doing a good action. I am cold. detected. It was then he rejoiced at his precaution in taking the timber. However. But he had reckoned too much upon his strength. The police of Marseilles will be on the alert by land. O my God. advanced rapidly towards him. For an instant he feared lest. and then he realized how serviceable the timber had been to him.The Count of Monte Cristo ocean with imposing majesty and seemed to dominate the scene. The sea continued to get calmer. the boat. to reach the vessel −− certainly to return to shore. instead of keeping in shore. was tacking between the Chateau d'If and the tower of Planier. And this conviction restored his strength. 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." cried Edmond. floated at the foot of the crag. rowed by two men. 139 . but no one on board saw him. but he soon saw that she would pass. though almost sure as to what course the vessel would take. An instant after. She was coming out of Marseilles harbor. It an instant Dantes' plan was formed. At the same time. "In two or three hours. for there is no one left to contradict me. and swam vigorously to meet them. My story will be accepted. waving his cap. he swam to the cap. and in one of its tacks the tartan bore down within a quarter of a mile of him. but he knew that the wind would drown his voice. Dantes let go of the timber. He soon saw that the vessel. but before they could meet. Then he advanced. Then the tunnel will be discovered. Dantes. 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. besides. Dantes would have shouted. with the wind dead ahead. I have lost even the knife that saved me. like most vessels bound for Italy. she should stand out to sea. and give the alarm. and was standing out to sea rapidly." thought Dantes. and he was almost breathless. whilst the governor pursues me by sea. perhaps I have not been missed at the fortress. did I not fear being questioned." As Dantes (his eyes turned in the direction of the Chateau d'If) uttered this prayer." As he spoke. for without it he would have been unable. recognize it. I am hungry. will be questioned. her sharp prow cleaving through the waves. between the islands of Jaros and Calaseraigne. these men. "I am saved!" murmured he. the vessel and the swimmer insensibly neared one another. had yet watched it anxiously until it tacked and stood towards him. By a violent effort he rose half out of the water. placed it on his head. "Oh. the men who cast me into the sea and who must have heard the cry I uttered. the vessel again changed her course. and started. Chapter 21. seek for me in vain. he saw they were about to lower the boat. This time he was both seen and heard. The cannon will warn every one to refuse shelter to a man wandering about naked and famished. and uttering a loud shout peculiar to sailers. which he now thought to be useless. I must wait. and with his sailor's eye he knew it to be a Genoese tartan. perhaps. The Island of Tiboulen. He rose on the waves. "to think that in half an hour I could join her. find the body of my poor friend.

then he saw and heard nothing. and fearful of being left to perish on the desolate island. while the friction of his limbs restored their elasticity." said he." replied the sailor. "you looked more like a brigand than an honest man. and we were wrecked on these rocks.The Count of Monte Cristo He shouted again." "It was I. while the third. he was lying on the deck. He rose again to the surface. The storm of last night overtook us at Cape Morgion. and the sky turned gray." "Yes. As we have said. though. struggled with the last desperate effort of a drowning man. Leave me at the first port you make. I shall be sure to find employment. "and it was time. "Courage!" The word reached his ear as a wave which he no longer had the strength to surmount passed over his head. in bad Italian. We were coming from Syracuse laden with grain." replied Dantes. You have saved my life. and felt himself sinking. but I am a good sailor. "a Maltese sailor." "I almost hesitated. and your hair a foot long. whom he recognized as the one who had cried out "Courage!" held a gourd full of rum to his mouth. for you were sinking. with your beard six inches." said a sailor of a frank and manly appearance. He had fainted. A few drops of the rum restored suspended animation. an old sailer. A sailor was rubbing his limbs with a woollen cloth. When he opened his eyes Dantes found himself on the deck of the tartan. "Who are you?" said the pilot in bad French. The two sailors redoubled their efforts. The Island of Tiboulen. as if the fatal cannon shot were again tied to his feet. anything you please. "I was lost when one of your sailors caught hold of my hair. "Yes. 140 . I saw your vessel." Dantes recollected that his hair and beard had not been cut all the time he was at the Chateau d'If. A convulsive movement again brought him to the surface. another. They were rapidly leaving the Chateau d'If behind. 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. and one of them cried in Italian. His first care was to see what course they were taking. My captain is dead." returned Dantes. "I am. I swam off on a piece of wreckage to try and intercept your course." Chapter 21. The water passed over his head. "I made a vow." "Do you know the Mediterranean?" "I have sailed over it since my childhood. Dantes was so exhausted that the exclamation of joy he uttered was mistaken for a sigh." continued Dantes. He felt himself seized by the hair." "Now what are we to do with you?" said the captain. "Alas. and I thank you." "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. but to−day the vow expires. and which may overtake them to−morrow. uttered a third cry. at once the pilot and captain. I have barely escaped. looked on with that egotistical pity men feel for a misfortune that they have escaped yesterday. "I thank you again. holding out his hand.

and take his chance of keeping it afterwards. "Every one is free to ask what he pleases. and it will be all right. and let us see what you know. and the vessel passed. at least during the voyage. "if what he says is true." "Then why. If you do not want me at Leghorn." The young man took the helm." said the captain. "But in his present condition he will promise anything." "Give me what you give the others. who composed the crew. "That's not fair. for my food and the clothes you lend me. if you are reasonable." said the captain doubtingly." said the seaman who had saved Dantes. "Bravo!" said the captain. "You see. "we can agree very well." Chapter 21." "I will do more than I promise." "You shall pass it by twenty fathoms." said Dantes." returned Dantes. obeyed." This order was also executed. felt to see if the vessel answered the rudder promptly and seeing that. "for you know more than we do." "Take the helm. 141 . The four seamen. what hinders his staying with us?" "If he says true. "Haul taut. quitting the helm. −− "To the sheets. twenty fathoms to windward. and I will pay you out of the first wages I get. while the pilot looked on. "Where are you going?" asked Dantes." "I say." said Dantes." −− They obeyed. "Belay." returned the other. "We shall see. "Bravo!" repeated the sailors. "To Leghorn. instead of tacking so frequently. do you not sail nearer the wind?" "Because we should run straight on to the Island of Rion. Jacopo?" returned the Captain. captain. you can leave me there. The Island of Tiboulen." said he. without being a first−rate sailer. 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.The Count of Monte Cristo "You know the best harbors?" "There are few ports that I could not enter or leave with a bandage over my eyes. "I shall be of some use to you." "What is that to you." "Ah. she yet was tolerably obedient." said the sailor who had cried "Courage!" to Dantes. as Dantes had predicted. smiling.

"that I have almost lost my memory. "Now." "No. "Hollo! what's the matter at the Chateau d'If?" said the captain." returned Jacopo. A small white cloud. and the latter by a sign indicated that he might abandon it to his new comrade. A sorrowful smile passed over his face. but he had lifted the rum to his lips and was drinking it with so much composure. "but I have a shirt and a pair of trousers. 142 . "What is this?" asked the captain." murmured he. "I only make a remark. Then his eyes lighted up Chapter 21." cried the captain to the steersman. you would do much better to find him a jacket and a pair of trousers. for I have not eaten or drunk for a long time. and Jacopo offered him the gourd. I ask you what year is it?" "The year 1829. smiling. died away." replied Dantes. Dantes asked to take the helm. which had attracted Dantes' attention. It was fourteen years day for day since Dantes' arrest. At the same moment the faint report of a gun was heard. looked at the captain. He was nineteen when he entered the Chateau d'If. "At any rate." "In what year?" "In what year −− you ask me in what year?" "Yes. The sailors looked at one another. for I have made a rare acquisition." replied Dantes. "Larboard your helm. Jacopo dived into the hold and soon returned with what Edmond wanted." said Jacopo." "That is all I want. glad to be relieved. so much the better. then paused with hand in mid−air. the steersman." replied the young man. then." replied Jacopo." He had not tasted food for forty hours. Dantes could thus keep his eyes on Marseilles. A piece of bread was brought." Under pretence of being fatigued. do you wish for anything else?" said the patron. The Island of Tiboulen. he asked himself what had become of Mercedes. he was thirty−three when he escaped. "What is the day of the month?" asked he of Jacopo. "if it be. "The 28th of February. "I ask you in what year!" "You have forgotten then?" "I got such a fright last night. "A prisoner has escaped from the Chateau d'If.The Count of Monte Cristo "That's true. who sat down beside him. Dantes glanced that way as he lifted the gourd to his mouth. if you have them. The captain glanced at him." "Well. crowned the summit of the bastion of the Chateau d'If. "A piece of bread and another glass of the capital rum I tasted. that suspicions. who must believe him dead." interrupted Dantes. if the captain had any. and they are firing the alarm gun.

In this state of mutual understanding. 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. which he knew as well as Marseilles. in whose favor his mild demeanor. Thus the Genoese. Edmond thus had the advantage of knowing what the owner was. or occupation. It is fair to assume that Dantes was on board a smuggler. when he saw the light plume of smoke floating above the bastion of the Chateau d'If. pleaded. was accompanied with salutes of artillery. The Leghorn barber said nothing and went to work. which gave his head the appearance of one of Titian's portraits. This oath was no longer a vain menace. At first the captain had received Dantes on board with a certain degree of distrust. He renewed against Danglars. smiling face of a young and happy man. Ferdinand Street. he had at first thought that Dantes might be an emissary of these industrious guardians of rights and duties. who are always seen on the quays of seaports. now a barber would only be surprised if a man gifted with such advantages should consent voluntarily to deprive himself of them. and who anticipates a future corresponding with his past. As he had twenty times touched at Leghorn. Fernand. thick and black hair and beard. and as there was between these worthies and himself a perpetual battle of wits. it is possible that the Genoese was one of those shrewd persons who know nothing but what they should know. 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. either with the vessels he met at sea. he remembered a barber in St. This was now Chapter 22. when he beheld the perfect tranquillity of his recruit. His comrades believed that his vow was fulfilled. three−and−thirty years of age. 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. He was very well known to the customs officers of the coast. country. like that of kings. as we have said. as they have no visible means of support. Chapter 22. and heard the distant report. and his fourteen years' imprisonment had produced a great transformation in his appearance. He had preserved a tolerably good remembrance of what the youth had been. they extracted nothing more from him. and Edmond felt that his chin was completely smooth. and his admirable dissimulation. who perhaps employed this ingenious means of learning some of the secrets of his trade. But the skilful manner in which Dantes had handled the lugger had entirely reassured him. Moreover. At this period it was not the fashion to wear so large a beard and hair so long. and his hair reduced to its usual length. and Villefort the oath of implacable vengeance he had made in his dungeon. When the operation was concluded. but this supposition also disappeared like the first. and then. The Smugglers. Here Edmond was to undergo another trial. Without having been in the school of the Abbe Faria. he gave accurate descriptions of Naples and Malta. and held stoutly to his first story. without the owner knowing who he was. gave him great facilities of communication. his nautical skill. with whom the early paths of life have been smooth. or with the people without name. they reached Leghorn. was duped by Edmond. He was now. 143 . This made him less uneasy. The barber gazed in amazement at this man with the long. and believe nothing but what they should believe. with the small boats sailing along the coast. as he had not seen his own face for fourteen years.The Count of Monte Cristo with hatred as he thought of the three men who had caused him so long and wretched a captivity. open. he asked for a hand−glass. from the Arabic to the Provencal. than if the new−comer had proved to be a customs officer. he went there to have his beard and hair cut. it must be owned. and however the old sailor and his crew tried to "pump" him. and was now to find out what the man had become. that with every stitch of canvas set was flying before the wind to Leghorn. and this. he was to find out whether he could recognize himself. for the fastest sailer in the Mediterranean would have been unable to overtake the little tartan. The Smugglers. while it spared him interpreters. persons always troublesome and frequently indiscreet. and who live by hidden and mysterious means which we must suppose to be a direct gift of providence. subtle as he was.

He had scarcely been a week at Leghorn before the hold of his vessel was filled with printed muslins. contraband cottons. and he had also acquired. and body soaking in seabrine. the letter of the Cardinal Spada was singularly circumstantial. from being so long in twilight or darkness. and kept on for Corsica. 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 −− a garb. that vigor which a frame possesses which has so long concentrated all its force within itself. and now he was free he could wait at least six months or a year for wealth. Moreover. hair tangled with seaweed. As to his voice. from one end to the other. 144 . common to the hyena and the wolf. Edmond was again cleaving the azure sea which had been the first horizon of his youth. and a cap. and land it on the shores of Corsica. he could not recognize himself. he renewed his offers of an engagement to Dantes. and which he had so often dreamed of in prison. who lost as little time as possible. his eyebrows were arched beneath a brow furrowed with thought. They sailed. and went towards the country of Paoli and Napoleon. that he had only to leap into the sea and in half an hour be at the promised land. where certain speculators undertook to forward the cargo to France. or recognize in the neat and trim sailor the man with thick and matted beard. Chapter 22. which Edmond had accepted. and Dantes repeated it to himself. the aristocratic beauty of the man of the north. very simple. The Young Amelia had a very active crew. were not those riches chimerical? −− offspring of the brain of the poor Abbe Faria. his eyes were full of melancholy. as they passed so closely to the island whose name was so interesting to him. It was the Island of Monte Cristo. but Dantes. his complexion. English powder. and bringing back to Jacopo the shirt and trousers he had lent him. the profound learning he had acquired had besides diffused over his features a refined intellectual expression. The oval face was lengthened. indeed. and tobacco on which the excise had forgotten to put its mark. The master of The Young Amelia. But then what could he do without instruments to discover his treasure. whom he had picked up naked and nearly drowned. Attracted by his prepossessing appearance. what would the sailors say? What would the patron think? He must wait. and consisting of white trousers. Dantes had learned how to wait. his smiling mouth had assumed the firm and marked lines which betoken resolution. as he always did at an early hour. It was in this costume. he had any friend left −− could recognize him. To the elegance of a nervous and slight form had succeeded the solidity of a rounded and muscular figure. and at others rough and almost hoarse. the patron found Dantes leaning against the bulwarks gazing with intense earnestness at a pile of granite rocks. who had made him tell his story over and over again before he could believe him. had now that pale color which produces. without arms to defend himself? Besides. he had waited fourteen years for his liberty. Dantes thought. Edmond smiled when he beheld himself: it was impossible that his best friend −− if. so long kept from the sun. The next morning going on deck. a striped shirt. who was very desirous of retaining amongst his crew a man of Edmond's value. when the features are encircled with black hair. Would he not have accepted liberty without riches if it had been offered to him? Besides. The Smugglers. would not agree for a longer time than three months. his eyes had acquired the faculty of distinguishing objects in the night. sobs. which the rising sun tinged with rosy light. and from their depths occasionally sparkled gloomy fires of misanthropy and hatred. very obedient to their captain. had they not died with him? It is true.The Count of Monte Cristo all changed. He left Gorgone on his right and La Pianosa on his left. that Edmond reappeared before the captain of the lugger. being naturally of a goodly stature. as we all know. prayers. for he had not forgotten a word. who had his own projects. and imprecations had changed it so that at times it was of a singularly penetrating sweetness. Fortunately. had offered to advance him funds out of his future profits. The master was to get all this out of Leghorn free of duties. The Young Amelia left it three−quarters of a league to the larboard.

He had contemplated danger with a smile. but Jacopo refused it indignantly. a ball having touched him in the left shoulder. and with what endurance he could bear suffering. seeing him fall. Dantes was almost glad of this affray. who instinctively felt that Edmond had a right to superiority of position −− a superiority which Edmond had concealed from all others." He had. as we have said.The Count of Monte Cristo Evening came. for they were rude lessons which taught him with what eye he could view danger. and then disappear in the darkness from all eyes but his own. all day they coasted. had believed him killed. But on this occasion the precaution was superfluous. without making much noise. and they came to within a gunshot of the shore. mounted two small culverins. As a result of the sympathetic devotion which Jacopo had from the first bestowed on Edmond. "Who knows? You may one day be the captain of a vessel. when the vessel. looked upon the customs officer wounded to death. required no care but the hand of the helmsman. the wound soon closed. This new cargo was destined for the coast of the Duchy of Lucca. and each man had a hundred Tuscan livres. "Pain. as the poor Abbe Faria had been his tutor. Fortunately. the profits were divided. Four shallops came off with very little noise alongside the lugger. But this sufficed for Jacopo. for he. moreover. But the voyage was not ended. who had nothing to expect from his comrade but the inheritance of his share of the prize−money. with a chart in his hand. They turned the bowsprit towards Sardinia. Dantes was on the way he desired to follow. and sold to the smugglers by the old Sardinian women. since this man. and with certain herbs gathered at certain seasons. for a ship's lantern was hung up at the mast−head instead of the streamer. such a man of regularity was the patron of The Young Amelia. which. The same night. or the chill of human sentiment. Edmond then resolved to try Jacopo. whether from heat of blood produced by the encounter. and everything proceeded with the utmost smoothness and politeness. Edmond was only wounded. his heart was in a fair way of petrifying in his bosom. the latter was moved to a certain degree of affection. explained to him the variations of the compass. and two sailors wounded. which was to replace what had been discharged. with vision accustomed to the gloom of a prison. The second operation was as successful as the first. and where God writes in azure with letters of diamonds. and when wounded had exclaimed with the great philosopher. manifested so much sorrow when he saw him fall. the excise was. He pointed out to him the bearings of the coast. where they intended to take in a cargo. The Smugglers. or about eighty francs. and consisted almost entirely of Havana cigars. The next morn broke off the coast of Aleria. as he neared the land. thou art not an evil. This world was not then so good as Doctor Pangloss believed it. And when Jacopo inquired of him. this sight had made but slight impression upon him. no doubt. sherry. the position of these was no doubt a signal for landing. for he remained alone upon deck. and Malaga wines. 145 . and the five boats worked so well that by two o'clock in the morning all the cargo was out of The Young Amelia and on terra firma. and almost pleased at being wounded. A customs officer was laid low. and. gliding on with security over the azure sea. the everlasting enemy of the patron of The Young Amelia. in acknowledgement of the compliment. Dantes noticed that the captain of The Young Amelia had. which. and rushing towards him raised him up. Chapter 22. continued to behold it last of all. lowered her own shallop into the sea. became the instructor of Jacopo. Your fellow−countryman. and taught him to read in that vast book opened over our heads which they call heaven. and in the evening saw fires lighted on land. Edmond. The Young Amelia was in luck. Dantes was one of the latter. There they had a bit of a skirmish in getting rid of the duties. and offered him in return for his attention a share of his prize−money. can throw a four ounce ball a thousand paces or so. and Edmond saw the island tinged with the shades of twilight. neither was it so wicked as Dantes thought it. and was moving towards the end he wished to achieve. in truth. and then attended to him with all the kindness of a devoted comrade. Then in the long days on board ship. thanks to the favorable winds that swelled her sails. "What is the use of teaching all these things to a poor sailor like me?" Edmond replied. Jacopo. And from this time the kindness which Edmond showed him was enough for the brave seaman.

filled his pockets with the radiant gems and then Chapter 23. it had been decided that they should touch at Monte Cristo and set out on the following night. and orders were given to get under weigh next night. but not once had he found an opportunity of landing there. Edmond. Chapter 23. who had great confidence in him. Dantes was about to secure the opportunity he wished for. At the mention of Monte Cristo Dantes started with joy. the god of merchants and robbers. when the patron. he rose to conceal his emotion. Already Dantes had visited this maritime Bourse two or three times. But in this world we must risk something. not perhaps entirely at liberty. The Island of Monte Cristo. stuffs of the Levant. seemed to have been placed in the midst of the ocean since the time of the heathen Olympus by Mercury. and that great enterprises to be well done should be done quickly. 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 in its progress visions good and evil passed through Dantes' mind. Nothing then was altered in the plan. He ascended into grottos paved with emeralds. Thus. The night was one of feverish distraction. classes of mankind which we in modern times have separated if not made distinct. This time it was a great matter that was under discussion. and having neither soldiers nor revenue officers. became emperor. One night more and he would be on his way. and. and cashmeres. It was necessary to find some neutral ground on which an exchange could be made. and took a turn around the smoky tavern. He then formed a resolution. He had passed and re−passed his Island of Monte Cristo twenty times. 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 −− if he slept for a moment the wildest dreams haunted his brain. and he was desirous of running no risk whatever. as subterranean waters filter in their caves. who supplied the whole coast for nearly two hundred leagues in extent. As soon as his engagement with the patron of The Young Amelia ended. was of opinion that the island afforded every possible security. he would hire a small vessel on his own account −− for in his several voyages he had amassed a hundred piastres −− and under some pretext land at the Island of Monte Cristo. wonderstruck. for he would be doubtless watched by those who accompanied him. and the roof glowing with diamond stalactites. and land on the island without incurring any suspicion. by simple and natural means. 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. Dantes was tossed about on these doubts and wishes. where all the languages of the known world were jumbled in a lingua franca. where the leading smugglers of Leghorn used to congregate and discuss affairs connected with their trade. and seeing all these hardy free−traders. and learned all the Masonic signs by which these half pirates recognize each other. connected with a vessel laden with Turkey carpets. he could not devise any plan for reaching the island without companionship. amazed. to make the neutral island by the following day. and was very desirous of retaining him in his service. The Island of Monte Cristo. fertile as it was. and then to try and land these goods on the coast of France. took him by the arm one evening and led him to a tavern on the Via del' Oglio. But in vain did he rack his imagination. wind and weather permitting. 146 . Prison had made Edmond prudent. with panels of rubies." We had forgotten to say that Jacopo was a Corsican. which being completely deserted. being consulted. but which antiquity appears to have included in the same category. he had formed an acquaintance with all the smugglers on the coast. Pearls fell drop by drop. When he again joined the two persons who had been discussing the matter. If the venture was successful the profit would be enormous. If he closed his eyes. Edmond. Then he would be free to make his researches. and Edmond had become as skilful a coaster as he had been a hardy seaman. there would be a gain of fifty or sixty piastres each for the crew. at length. Two months and a half elapsed in these trips.The Count of Monte Cristo Bonaparte.

147 . and had again reverted to the genii from whom for a moment he had hoped to carry it off. Dantes told them that all hands might turn in. or more poetical. The day came at length. Dantes could not restrain his impetuosity. Edmond gazed very earnestly at the mass of rocks which gave out all the variety of twilight colors. and the silence animated by his anticipations. Dantes. cast from solitude into the world. The old patron did not interfere. and as his orders were always clear. but it brought reason to the aid of imagination. The Island of Monte Cristo. The island was familiar to the crew of The Young Amelia. when be discovered that his prizes had all changed into common pebbles. Night came. that he might have bound Edmond to him by a more secure alliance. The Young Amelia was first at the rendezvous. it was sufficient. and with it the preparation for departure. owing to that clearness of the atmosphere peculiar to the light which the rays of the sun cast at its setting. Edmond resigned the lugger to the master's care. He saw in the young man his natural successor. "Where shall we pass the night?" he inquired. The Island of Monte Cristo loomed large in the horizon. and in vain did he tax his memory for the magic and mysterious word which opened the splendid caverns of Ali Baba to the Arabian fisherman. and. They were just abreast of Mareciana. "Why. and every sail full with the breeze. and had he dared. About five o'clock in the evening the island was distinct. and a mist passed over his eyes. the night lighted up by his illusions. with a fresh breeze from the south−east. When the Maltese (for so they called Dantes) had said this. he had passed it on his voyage to and from the Levant. At seven o'clock in the evening all was ready. as the boat was about to double the Island of Elba. and these preparations served to conceal Dantes' agitation. The peak of Monte Cristo reddened by the burning sun. and now the path became a labyrinth. and all went to their bunks contentedly. and from time to time his cheeks flushed. they sailed beneath a bright blue sky. in spite of a sleepless night." replied the sailor. This frequently happened. and then the entrance vanished. Never did gamester. the treasure disappeared. distinct. but. frequently experienced an imperious desire for solitude. but at eleven o'clock the moon rose in the midst of the ocean. The sea was calm.The Count of Monte Cristo returned to daylight. on board the tartan. the vessel was hurrying on with every sail set. he could not close his eyes for a moment. and at ten o'clock they anchored. have "kissed his mother earth. Chapter 23. but never touched at it. was seen against the azure sky. and he would take the helm. Dantes ordered the helmsman to put down his helm. and easy of execution. As to Dantes. and at ten minutes past seven they doubled the lighthouse just as the beacon was kindled. from the brightest pink to the deepest blue. Two hours afterwards he came on deck. he would. and regretted that he had not a daughter. In spite of his usual command over himself. his comrades obeyed him with celerity and pleasure. −− it was one of her regular haunts. each of which is a world. Night came." It was dark. his brow darkened. like Lucius Brutus. and everything on it was plainly perceptible. as he knew that he should shorten his course by two or three knots. and then. but they had suddenly receded. and what solitude is more complete. He had by degrees assumed such authority over his companions that he was almost like a commander on board. then that of a ship floating in isolation on the sea during the obscurity of the night. All was useless. whose every wave she silvered. experience the anguish which Edmond felt in his paroxysms of hope. and was almost as feverish as the night had been. in which God also lighted up in turn his beacon lights. and under the eye of heaven? Now this solitude was peopled with his thoughts. and Dantes was then enabled to arrange a plan which had hitherto been vague and unsettled in his brain. for he too had recognized the superiority of Dantes over the crew and himself. and went and lay down in his hammock. in order to leave La Pianosa to starboard. and beyond the flat but verdant Island of La Pianosa." played in floods of pale light on the rocky hills of this second Pelion. He was the first to jump on shore. "ascending high. When the patron awoke. whose whole fortune is staked on one cast of the die. He questioned Jacopo. He then endeavored to re−enter the marvellous grottos. in the silence of immensity. They were making nearly ten knots an hour.

and panted for wealth." Thus Dantes. Scarcely. but. human foot had never before trod." "I do not know of any grottos. It was useless to search at night. Jacopo insisted on following him." replied Jacopo. for the sake of greater security. Then the landing began. and when ready to let him know by firing a gun. "that will not be. and Dantes did not oppose this. assured by the answering signal that all was well. it were better to die than to continue to lead this low and wretched life. consider such a contemptible possession as the utmost happiness. having killed a kid. white and silent as a phantom. However. but in providence. following a path worn by a torrent. and by his restlessness and continual questions. and to which The Young Amelia replied by a similar signal. in all human probability. on compulsion.The Count of Monte Cristo "Should we not do better in the grottos?" "What grottos?" "Why. looking from time to time behind and around about him. whom Jacopo had rejoined. he almost feared that he had already said too much. Yet perchance to−morrow deception will so act on me. "What. a signal made half a league out at sea. his painful past gave to his countenance an indelible sadness. 148 . are there no grottos at Monte Cristo?" he asked. he saw. Fortunately. Edmond looked at them for a moment with the sad and gentle smile of a man superior to his fellows. then. At this moment hope makes me despise their riches. Dantes approached the spot where he supposed the grottos Chapter 23. however. and Dantes therefore delayed all investigation until the morning. then he remembered that these caves might have been filled up by some accident. fearing if he did so that he might incur distrust. powder. The boat that now arrived. who. Having reached the summit of a rock. Meanwhile. "these persons will depart richer by fifty piastres each. and shot. the grottos −− caves of the island. he begged Jacopo to take it to his comrades. Dantes reflected." said he. The wise. and cast anchor within a cable's length of shore. on the shout of joy which. which seem to me contemptible. then they will return with a fortune of six hundred francs. to go and risk their lives again by endeavoring to gain fifty more. and which. no!" exclaimed Edmond. by Cardinal Spada. to discover the hidden entrance. This and some dried fruits and a flask of Monte Pulciano. soon came in sight. as regarded this circumstance at least. his wish was construed into a love of sport. while limiting the power of man. or even stopped up. "In two hours' time. and the glimmerings of gayety seen beneath this cloud were indeed but transitory. as he worked. unerring Faria could not be mistaken in this one thing. Dantes declared his intention to go and kill some of the wild goats that were seen springing from rock to rock. he could evoke from all these men. and when next day. far from disclosing this precious secret. "None. No one had the slightest suspicion. with a single word. or a desire for solitude. The point was. who but three months before had no desire but liberty had now not liberty enough. aroused suspicions. has filled him with boundless desires. Besides. and waste this treasure in some city with the pride of sultans and the insolence of nabobs. Besides. Oh. The Island of Monte Cristo. Dantes went on. that I shall. The cold sweat sprang forth on Dantes' brow. 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." For a moment Dantes was speechless. his minute observations and evident pre−occupation. if he gave utterance to the one unchanging thought that pervaded his heart. taking a fowling−piece. and request them to cook it. The cause was not in Dantes. a thousand feet beneath him. had they gone a quarter of a league when. indicated that the moment for business had come. by a cleft between two walls of rock. his companions.

it shall never be said that we deserted a good comrade like you. and ran quickly towards them. who had not his reasons for fasting. or beneath parasitical lichen. who was hidden from his comrades by the inequalities of the ground. as it invests all things of the mind with forgetfulness. They poured a little rum down his throat. he thought he could trace. He found Edmond lying prone." said the patron. and cooked the kid. with heavy groans. a feeling of heaviness in his head. which apparently had been made with some degree of regularity. he is an excellent fellow. and your tars are not very ceremonious. Might it not have been the cardinal himself who had first traced them. The sailors did not require much urging. marks made by the hand of man. bleeding. Occasionally the marks were hidden under tufts of myrtle. but when they touched him. produced the same effect as formerly. All that Edmond had been able to do was to drag himself about a dozen paces forward to lean against a moss−grown rock. and he therefore turned round and retraced his steps. They were hungry. This solitary place was precisely suited to the requirements of a man desirous of burying treasure. He had rolled down a declivity of twelve or fifteen feet. on certain rocks. to Edmond. although under Jacopo's directions. A large round rock. Just at the moment when they were taking the dainty animal from the spit. Edmond made great exertions in order to comply. had got some water from a spring. between Nice and Frejus. Dantes' pains appeared to increase in violence. spread out the fruit and bread. urged Dantes to try and rise. An hour afterwards they returned." Dantes declared. should have their meal. The sportsman instantly changed his direction. But. "He has broken his ribs. that he could not bear to be moved. that at sixty paces from the harbor the marks ceased. The old patron. instead of growing easier. Edmond opened his eyes. however. yet Jacopo reached him first. in order that they might serve as a guide for his nephew in the event of a catastrophe. but at each effort he fell back. Meanwhile his comrades had prepared the repast. Edmond's foot slipped. Keeping along the shore. We will try and carry him on board the tartan. They all rushed towards him. was the only spot to which they seemed to lead. for all loved Edmond in spite of his superiority. and almost senseless. 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. "Well. nor did they terminate at any grotto. It may be supposed that Dantes did not now think of his dinner. We will not go Chapter 23. They wished to carry him to the shore. and they fired the signal agreed upon. and severe pains in his loins. which encrusts all physical substances with its mossy mantle. and probably with a definite purpose. which he could not foresee would have been so complete. Only. complained of great pain in his knee. but he insisted that his comrades. and the smell of the roasted kid was very savory. The Island of Monte Cristo. The sight of marks renewed Edmond fondest hopes. and that when they returned he should be easier. seemed to have respected these signs. and examining the smallest object with serious attention. he declared." said the commander. and this remedy which had before been so beneficial to him. But even while they watched his daring progress. 149 .The Count of Monte Cristo must have existed. and we must not leave him. he declared that he had only need of a little rest. So Edmond had to separate the branches or brush away the moss to know where the guide−marks were. moaning and turning pale. that he would rather die where he was than undergo the agony which the slightest movement cost him. As for himself. in a low voice. placed solidly on its base. "let what may happen. however. and they saw him stagger on the edge of a rock and disappear. Edmond concluded that perhaps instead of having reached the end of the route he had only explored its beginning. "No matter. they saw Edmond springing with the boldness of a chamois from rock to rock. who was obliged to sail in the morning in order to land his cargo on the frontiers of Piedmont and France. Time. which spread into large bushes laden with blossoms.

" said Jacopo. "I would rather do so. would be ready for sea when her toilet should be completed. or even delay in its execution. and I hope I shall find among the rocks certain herbs most excellent for bruises. and thence he saw the tartan complete her preparations for sailing. and a pickaxe. there's one way of settling this. and it is just that I pay the penalty of my clumsiness. I will pay twenty−five piastres for my passage back to Leghorn. "We cannot leave you here so. "I was awkward. powder. although. set sail. "and then we must run out of our course to come here and take you up again." This very much astonished the sailors. to which Edmond replied with his hand only." The patron shook his head. "No. A day or two of rest will set me up. from which he had a full view of the sea. −− "'Tis strange that it should be among such men that we find proofs of friendship and devotion. The patron was so strict that this was the first time they had ever seen him give up an enterprise. as if he could not move the rest of his body. but not without turning about several times. and balls." replied Edmond. and. "and without any hesitation. "to remain with me?" "Yes." "Why. weigh anchor. no. to kill the kids or defend myself at need. with sails partly set. Then Dantes rose more agile and light than the kid among the myrtles and shrubs of these wild rocks." said the patron. "Listen. and." said Dantes." said the patron. he squeezed Jacopo's hand warmly. open sesame!" Chapter 23. "And now. and each time making signs of a cordial farewell. which Faria had related to him. Maltese?" asked the captain. that I may build a shelter if you delay in coming back for me. "What are we to do. took his gun in one hand. "now. The smugglers left with Edmond what he had requested and set sail." he exclaimed. and hastened towards the rock on which the marks he had noted terminated. when they had disappeared. Then. remembering the tale of the Arabian fisherman. it was impossible for the wounded man to see her any longer from the spot where he was. a gun. he said with a smile. "and heaven will recompense you for your generous intentions. Dantes would not allow that any such infraction of regular and proper rules should be made in his favor." was Edmond reply. which was rolling on the swell in the little harbor. and yet we cannot stay. balancing herself as gracefully as a water−fowl ere it takes to the wing. but nothing could shake his determination to remain −− and remain alone. his pickaxe in the other. At the end of an hour she was completely out of sight." said Jacopo. not one opposed it." said Edmond. but I do not wish any one to stay with me." "But you'll die of hunger." Then he dragged himself cautiously to the top of a rock." "You are a good fellow and a kind−hearted messmate. return for me. desire them to come here to me." "Go. If you do not come across one. at least." "And give up your share of the venture." A peculiar smile passed over Dantes' lips. 150 . "than suffer the inexpressible agonies which the slightest movement causes me. and I will stay and take care of the wounded man. Captain Baldi. "Do you go. Leave me a small supply of biscuit." he said to the patron." The patron turned towards his vessel. The Island of Monte Cristo. "if in two or three days you hail any fishing−boat. go!" exclaimed Dantes. "We shall be absent at least a week.The Count of Monte Cristo till evening.

and too firmly wedged. the island was inhabited. and grass and weeds had grown there. for he dreaded lest an accident similar to that he had so adroitly feigned should happen in reality. to admit of the entrance of a small vessel of the lugger class. had entered the creek. the infernal invention would serve him for this purpose. The first was just disappearing in the straits of Bonifacio. myrtle−bushes had taken root. yet Edmond felt himself alone. The explosion soon followed. −− a statue on this vast pedestal of granite. anxious not to be watched. moss had clung to the stones. This feeling was so strong that at the moment when Edmond was about to begin his labor. thought he. and his scorching rays fell full on the rocks. and Leghorn the commercial. after the manner of a labor−saving pioneer. and covered it with a fringe of foam. so as to conceal the orifice. The sun had nearly reached the meridian. were he Hercules himself. or fancied he detected. and at the end of it had buried his treasure. seized his gun. that he gazed. guided by the hand of God. with its historical associations. This sight reassured him. But how? He cast his eyes around. in the hands of the Abbe Faria. he stopped. which was hidden like the bath of some ancient nymph. and detected. inserted it in the hole. and deep in the centre. Dantes saw that he must attack the wedge. followed the line marked by the notches in the rock. After ten minutes' labor the wall gave way. they have lowered it. Instead of raising it. Dantes.The Count of Monte Cristo Chapter 24. stripped off its branches. afar off he saw the wild goats bounding from crag to crag. And he sprang from the rock in order to inspect the base on which it had formerly stood. One thing only perplexed Edmond. and destroyed his theory. A large stone had served as a wedge. chirped with a monotonous and dull note. and the old rock seemed fixed to the earth. He soon perceived that a slope had been formed. and a hole large enough to insert the arm was opened. that Edmond fixed his eyes. to be moved by any one man. the very houses of which he could distinguish. while the blue ocean beat against the base of the island. laid down his pickaxe. he thought that the Cardinal Spada. dug a mine between the upper rock and the one that supported it. have been lifted to this spot. or on Sardinia. This creek was sufficiently wide at its mouth. He then looked at the objects near him. 151 . The Secret Cave. had been so skilfully used to guide him through the Daedalian labyrinth of probabilities. the leaves of the myrtle and olive trees waved and rustled in the wind. was about to round the Island of Corsica. Dantes. without the aid of many men? Suddenly an idea flashed across his mind. cemented by the hand of time. and the rock had slid along this until it stopped at the spot it now occupied. But it was not upon Corsica. and from thence gazed round in every direction. Thousands of grasshoppers. He lighted it and retired. How could this rock. which would be perfectly concealed from observation. this species of masonry had been covered with earth. He saw that he was on the highest point of the island. following an opposite direction. and he had noticed that they led to a small creek. Then following the clew that. It was at the brigantine that had left in the morning. With the aid of his pickaxe. and the tartan that had just set sail. He smiled. or upon the almost imperceptible line that to the experienced eye of a sailor alone revealed the coast of Genoa the proud. hidden in the bushes. concealed his little barque. the ingenious artifice. The Secret Cave. or on the Island of Elba. At every step that Edmond took he disturbed the lizards glittering with the hues of the emerald. It was this idea that had brought Dantes back to the circular rock. But the rock was too heavy. In a word. and saw the horn full of powder which his friend Jacopo had left him. filled it with powder. mounted to the summit of the highest rock. Dantes went and cut the strongest olive−tree he could find. had traced the marks along the rocks. which weighed several tons. He attacked this wall. the upper rock was lifted from its base by the terrific force of the powder. Dantes dug away the earth carefully. the Chapter 24. nothing human appearing in sight. and used it as a lever. Then he descended with cautious and slow step. which seemed themselves sensible of the heat. the other. as we have said. flints and pebbles had been inserted around it. with his pickaxe. 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. then made a match by rolling his handkerchief in saltpetre.

Dantes saw a dim and bluish light. entered. he who compared Italy to an artichoke. like the guardian demon of the treasure. habituated as it was to darkness. has followed him. pursued them as I have done. perhaps two guards kept watch on land and sea. and Borgia. leaned towards the sea. and descending before me. but by the interstices and crevices of the rock which were visible from without. has indulged in fallacious hopes. Dantes' eye." replied he. rolled himself along in darkening coils. the Cardinal Spada buried no treasure here. exposing an iron ring let into a square flag−stone. now that I no longer entertain the slightest hopes. "Come. and the thick and mephitic atmosphere he had expected to find. then. he seemed like one of the ancient Titans. "Now that I expect nothing. What. "of those who buried Alaric." said Edmond. Faria has dreamed this. this is an adventure worthy a place in the varied career of that royal bandit. "these are the treasures the cardinal has left. 152 . a torch in one band. has left me nothing. had he come. hesitated. the intrepid adventurer. as I am about to descend. rolled over. and reflected. and murmuring that last word of human philosophy. After having stood a few minutes in the cavern. could pierce even to the remotest angles of the cavern. and the good abbe. "Perhaps!" But instead of the darkness. Borgia has been here." He remained motionless and pensive. Dantes turned pale. already shaken by the explosion. smiling. smiling. Edmond inserted his lever in the ring and exerted all his strength. it sees all its illusions destroyed. and the tendrils of the creepers that grew from the rocks. dispelling the darkness before his awe−inspiring progress. Dantes approached the upper rock. which now. not merely by the aperture he had just formed. that he was forced to pause. He would fain have continued. raised the stone." Chapter 24." Then he descended. without any support. selecting the spot from whence it appeared most susceptible to attack. Dantes uttered a cry of joy and surprise. the end of this adventure becomes simply a matter of curiosity. the flag−stone yielded. and through which he could distinguish the blue sky and the waving branches of the evergreen oaks. discovered his traces. and disappeared." "But what was the fate of the guards who thus possessed his secret?" asked Dantes of himself. I must not be cast down by the discovery that I have been deceived. the stealthy and indefatigable plunderer. never had a first attempt been crowned with more perfect success. or if he did. yes. after having been elated by flattering hopes. and a huge snake." said he to himself." "Yet. perhaps he never came here." thought Dantes. seeing in a dream these glittering walls. thousands of insects escaped from the aperture Dantes had previously formed. and within twenty paces. The intrepid treasure−seeker walked round it. "The fate. while their master descended. Caesar Borgia. which was of granite that sparkled like diamonds. "Alas. which he could devour leaf by leaf. This feeling lasted but for a moment." And he remained again motionless and thoughtful. who uprooted the mountains to hurl against the father of the gods. On the spot it had occupied was a circular space. The Secret Cave. "be a man. would be the use of all I have suffered? The heart breaks when. a sword in the other. his eyes fixed on the gloomy aperture that was open at his feet. at the foot of this rock. tottered on its base. The rock. placed his lever in one of the crevices. a smile on his lips. and his heart beat so violently. and his sight became so dim. and finally disappeared in the ocean. the atmosphere of which was rather warm than damp. knew too well the value of time to waste it in replacing this rock.The Count of Monte Cristo lower one flew into pieces. I will go down. but his knees trembled. Yes. The rock yielded. and disclosed steps that descended until they were lost in the obscurity of a subterraneous grotto. This fabulous event formed but a link in a long chain of marvels. "he would have found the treasure. I am accustomed to adversity. Dantes redoubled his efforts. as well as the air. and strained every nerve to move the mass. and. Any one else would have rushed on with a cry of joy. "Yes. which. bounded from point to point.

afar off. so did his heart give way. he seized it. cut a branch of a resinous tree. he sounded all the other walls with his pickaxe. 153 . At this moment a shadow passed rapidly before the opening. and a feeling of discouragement stole over him. Dantes entered the second grotto. saw that there. pieces of stucco similar to that used in the ground work of arabesques broke off. he could still cling to hope. produce a greater effect on the hearer. The pickaxe that had seemed so heavy. he inserted the point of his pickaxe. was now like a feather in his grasp. The second grotto was lower and more gloomy than the first. and covered with stucco. deprived him of it. or rather fell.The Count of Monte Cristo But he called to mind the words of the will. At last it seemed to him that one part of the wall gave forth a more hollow and deeper echo. A wild goat had passed before the mouth of the cave. The aperture was already sufficiently large for him to enter. and then went on. and Dantes' fate would be decided. passed his hand over his brow. He again struck his pickaxe into the earth. The treasure. which entered someway between the interstices. The time had at length arrived. and with the quickness of perception that no one but a prisoner possesses. and summoning all his resolution. attacked the ground with the pickaxe. and painted to imitate granite. and using the handle as a lever. returned to that part of the wall whence issued the consoling sound he had before heard. never did alarm−bell. but by waiting. masked for precaution's sake. but had been merely placed one upon the other. in order to avoid fruitless toil. Dantes had tasted nothing. and fall at his feet. two feet of earth removed. with joy soon saw the stone turn as if on hinges. the opening must be. the pickaxe descended. he eagerly advanced. a desire to be assured that no one was watching him. and encountered the same resistance. At the left of the opening was a dark and deep angle. At the fifth or sixth blow the pickaxe struck against an iron substance. After several blows he perceived that the stones were not cemented. was buried in this corner. He reflected that this second grotto must penetrate deeper into the island. and mounted the stair. then this stucco had been applied. lighted it at the fire at which the smugglers had prepared their breakfast. He thought a moment. He wished to see everything. This would have been a favorable occasion to secure his dinner. It was there he must dig. had not been deceived became stronger. He had nothing more to do now. but not the same sound. in all probability. like the first. He again struck it. The Secret Cave. if it existed. knew the value of time. he placed it on the ground. and the sun seemed to cover it with its fiery glance. The aperture of the rock had been closed with stones. empty. "In the farthest angle of the second opening. he examined the stones. struck the earth with the butt of his gun. alleging to himself." said the cardinal's will. but with the iron tooth of the pickaxe to draw the stones towards him one by one. At last. He approached the hole Chapter 24. but in reality because he felt that he was about to faint. but he thought not of hunger at such a moment. and was feeding at a little distance. The pickaxe struck for a moment with a dull sound that drew out of Dantes' forehead large drops of perspiration. However. Dantes struck with the sharp end of his pickaxe. This last proof. Had Dantes found nothing he could not have become more ghastly pale. he. and descended with this torch. he hastily swallowed a few drops of rum. sprang through the opening. He waited in order to allow pure air to displace the foul atmosphere. instead of giving him fresh strength. as an excuse. "It is a casket of wood bound with iron. and. it was. in proportion as the proofs that Faria. which he knew by heart. exposing a large white stone. he had now to seek the second. like Caesar Borgia. and with greater force. and remounted the stairs. Dantes seized his gun. and retard the certainty of deception. Then a singular thing occurred. As he struck the wall. and sounded one part of the wall where he fancied the opening existed. and attacked the wall." thought he. a few small fishing boats studded the bosom of the blue ocean. after renewed hesitation. and again entered the cavern. 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. but Dantes feared lest the report of his gun should attract attention. But by some strange play of emotion. Never did funeral knell. He had only found the first grotto. He glanced around this second grotto. Dantes continued his search. The island was deserted. He advanced towards the angle. and finding nothing that appeared suspicious. But to Dantes' eye there was no darkness. and fell to the ground in flakes.

in the third. and found himself before this mine of gold and jewels. diamonds. With the first light Dantes resumed his search. In an instant a space three feet long by two feet broad was cleared. still holding in their grasp fragments of the wood. and yet he had not strength enough. Edmond rushed through the caverns like a man seized with frenzy. and then rushed madly about the rocks of Monte Cristo. saw that his pickaxe had in reality struck against iron and wood. sounded like hail against glass. He was alone −− alone with these countless. and now. when art rendered the commonest metals precious.The Count of Monte Cristo he had dug. lock and padlock were fastened. and fearing to be surprised in the cavern. which was still untarnished. again dawned. for which Dantes had so eagerly and impatiently waited with open eyes. felt. bound with cut steel. each worth about eighty francs of our money. mounted by the most famous workmen. The Unknown. Dantes easily recognized them. A piece of biscuit and a small quantity of rum formed his supper. and. Descending into the grotto. and the two handles at each end. and pressing with all his force on the handle. After having touched. for only now did he begin to realize his felicity. he leaped on a rock. Dantes seized the handles. and his predecessors. these faithful guardians seemed unwilling to surrender their trust. Day. It was a night of joy and terror. and other gems. clasping his hands convulsively. lying over the mouth of the cave. The hinges yielded in their turn and fell. burst open the fastenings. these unheard−of treasures! was he awake. placed between two padlocks. Dantes inserted the sharp end of the pickaxe between the coffer and the lid. and strove to lift the coffer. There were a thousand ingots of gold. and Dantes could see an oaken coffer. and. and then carefully trod Chapter 25. each weighing from two to three pounds. Edmond grasped handfuls of diamonds. in the second. blazed piles of golden coin. 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. the arms of the Spada family −− viz. left it. which possessed nothing attractive save their value. then he re−opened them. He planted his torch in the ground and resumed his labor. He then set himself to work to count his fortune. pale. Three compartments divided the coffer. and surmounted by a cardinal's hat. In an instant he had cleared every obstacle away. and stood motionless with amazement. and he saw successively the lock. like all the Italian armorial bearings. many of which. barren aspect when seen by the rays of the morning sun which it had done when surveyed by the fading glimmer of eve. his gun in his hand. but it wore the same wild. with the aid of the torch. sprinkled fresh sand over the spot from which it had been taken. from whence he could behold the sea. There was no longer any doubt: the treasure was there −− no one would have been at such pains to conceal an empty casket. a sword. Chapter 25. then he piled up twenty−five thousand crowns. and bearing the effigies of Alexander VI. Faria had so often drawn them for him. put the box together as well and securely as he could. And he measured ten double handfuls of pearls. examined these treasures. which. and he saw that the complement was not half empty.. He sought to open it. 154 . terrifying the wild goats and scaring the sea−fowls with his wild cries and gestures. 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. and rubies. and the chest was open. Dantes saw the light gradually disappear. all carved as things were carved at that epoch. In the first. it was impossible. were ranged bars of unpolished gold. on an oval shield. rushed into the grotto. as they fell on one another. The Unknown. he cocked his gun and laid it beside him. and he snatched a few hours' sleep. in the middle of the lid he saw engraved on a silver plate. filled his pockets with gems. then he returned. He soon became calmer and more happy. This time he fell on his knees. still unable to believe the evidence of his senses. for an instant he leaned his head in his hands as if to prevent his senses from leaving him. uttered a prayer intelligible to God alone. such as this man of stupendous emotions had already experienced twice or thrice in his lifetime. Edmond was seized with vertigo. he lifted the stone. Again he climbed the rocky height he had ascended the previous evening. were valuable beyond their intrinsic worth. pearls.

the smugglers returned. This obliged them to make all the speed they could to evade the enemy. which amounted to no less a sum than fifty piastres each. To wait at Monte Cristo for the purpose of watching like a dragon over the almost incalculable riches that had thus fallen into his possession satisfied not the cravings of his heart. Dantes half feared that such valuable jewels in the hands of a poor sailor like himself might excite suspicion. but as The Young Amelia had merely come to Monte Cristo to fetch him away. that he might provide himself with a suitable crew and other requisites for his outfit. whose superior skill in the management of a vessel would have availed them so materially. and particularly Jacopo. then. he still suffered acutely from his late accident. Arrived at Leghorn. Having seen Jacopo fairly out of the harbor. to whom he disposed of four of his smallest diamonds for five thousand francs each. but the cunning purchaser asked no troublesome questions concerning a bargain by which he gained a round profit of at least eighty per cent. Dantes took leave of the captain. with directions from Dantes to join him at the Island of Monte Cristo. such as the wild myrtle and flowering thorn. accompanying the gift by a donation of one hundred piastres. leaving the approach to the cavern as savage−looking and untrodden as he had found it. and to assume the rank. From a distance Dantes recognized the rig and handling of The Young Amelia. the trip had been sufficiently successful to satisfy all concerned. and influence which are always accorded to wealth −− that first and greatest of all the forces within the grasp of man. Upon the whole. The Unknown. when they could but lament the absence of Dantes. Dantes proceeded to make his final adieus on board The Young Amelia. and expressions of cordial interest in all that concerned him. The following morning Jacopo set sail for Marseilles. and so elude all further pursuit. he met his companions with an assurance that. filling the interstices with earth. Edmond preserved the most admirable self−command. but that on his arrival at Leghorn he had come into possession of a large fortune. and enabled them to double the Cape of Corsica. into which he deftly inserted rapidly growing plants. then carefully watering these new plantations. however. 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. and also a young woman called Mercedes. he ceased to importune him further. and proceeded with the captain to Leghorn. an inhabitant of the Catalan village. who did not allow him as much money as he liked to spend. expressed great regrets that Dantes had not been an equal sharer with themselves in the profits. This done. he impatiently awaited the return of his companions. On the sixth day. he embarked that same evening. although successful in landing their cargo in safety. and dragging himself with affected difficulty towards the landing−place. The term for which Edmond had engaged to serve on board The Young Amelia having expired. but having been told the history of the legacy. although considerably better than when they quitted him. 155 . distributing so liberal a gratuity among her crew as to secure for him the good wishes of all. quitting the grotto. He then inquired how they had fared in their trip. The following day Dantes presented Jacopo with an entirely new vessel. residing in the Allees de Meillan. In fact. Jacopo could scarcely believe his senses at receiving this magnificent present. he scrupulously effaced every trace of footsteps. To this question the smugglers replied that. he repaired to the house of a Jew. who at first tried all his powers of persuasion to induce him to remain as one of the crew. 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. power. 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. night came on. which Dantes hastened to account for by saying that he had merely been a sailor from whim and a desire to spite his family. which yearned to return to dwell among mankind. To the captain he promised to write when he had Chapter 25.The Count of Monte Cristo down the earth to give it everywhere a uniform appearance. whose sole heir he was. fortunately. heaping on it broken masses of rocks and rough fragments of crumbling granite. left him by an uncle. upon condition that he would go at once to Marseilles for the purpose of inquiring after an old man named Louis Dantes. the pursuing vessel had almost overtaken them when. he replaced the stone. a dealer in precious stones. while the crew.

offering sixty thousand francs. He immediately signalled it. The boat. but. his boat had proved herself a first−class sailer. Dantes.The Count of Monte Cristo made up his mind as to his future plans. In a couple of hours he returned. A week passed by. Some insisted she was making for Corsica. seemed to be animated with almost human intelligence. Dantes listened to these melancholy tidings with outward calmness. Two of the men from Jacopo's boat came on board the yacht to assist in navigating it. Dantes furnishing the dimensions and plan in accordance with which they were to be constructed. by which time the builder reckoned upon being able to complete another. and bore no evidence of having been visited since he went away. they then turned their conjectures upon her probable destination. and had come the distance from Genoa in thirty−five hours. applied to its owner to transfer it to him. bets were offered to any amount that she was bound for Spain. and. his treasure was just as he had left it. 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. and promised to have these secret places completed by the next day. The former Dantes proposed to augment. so constructed as to be concealed from all but himself. His signal was returned. and ere nightfall the whole of his immense wealth was safely deposited in the compartments of the secret locker. 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. Old Dantes was dead. A mournful answer awaited each of Edmond's eager inquiries as to the information Jacopo had obtained. he recognized it as the boat he had given to Jacopo. the latter to remedy. indeed. Dantes led the owner of the yacht to the dwelling of a Jew. A bargain was therefore struck. the more so as the person for whom the yacht was intended had gone upon a tour through Switzerland. Yet thither it was that Dantes guided his vessel. Early on the following morning he commenced the removal of his riches. who. and upon their return the Jew counted out to the shipbuilder the sum of sixty thousand francs in bright gold pieces. while Africa was positively reported by many persons as her intended course. The proposal was too advantageous to be refused. till at the end of that time he was perfectly conversant with its good and bad qualities. The island was utterly deserted. The following day Dantes sailed with his yacht from Genoa. The Unknown. having heard that the Genoese excelled all other builders along the shores of the Mediterranean in the construction of fast−sailing vessels. and at Monte Cristo he arrived at the close of the second day. he signified his desire to be quite alone. under the inspection of an immense crowd drawn together by curiosity to see the rich Spanish nobleman who preferred managing his own yacht. but this Dantes declined with many thanks. The builder cheerfully undertook the commission. this yacht had been built by order of an Englishman. saying he was accustomed to cruise about quite alone. At the moment of his arrival a small yacht was under trial in the bay. and in two hours afterwards the newcomer lay at anchor beside the yacht. For his father's death he was in some manner prepared. the closet to contain three divisions. retired with the latter for a few minutes to a small back parlor. and Mercedes had disappeared. was desirous of possessing a specimen of their skill. leaping lightly ashore. others the Island of Elba. But their wonder was soon changed to admiration at seeing the perfect skill with which Dantes handled the helm. so promptly did it obey the slightest touch. Then Dantes departed for Genoa. but no one thought of Monte Cristo. Upon the eighth day he discerned a small vessel under full sail approaching Monte Cristo. he dropped anchor in the little creek. 156 . The delighted builder then offered his services in providing a suitable crew for the little vessel. and his principal pleasure consisted in managing his yacht himself. upon condition that he should be allowed to take immediate possession. studying it as a skilful horseman would the animal he destined for some important service. struck with the beauty and capability of the little vessel. but he knew not how to account for the Chapter 25. the price agreed upon between the Englishman and the Genoese builder was forty thousand francs. and he gave orders that she should be steered direct to Marseilles. and was not expected back in less than three weeks or a month. Dantes employed it in manoeuvring his yacht round the island. As it drew near. The spectators followed the little vessel with their eyes as long as it remained visible. instead of landing at the usual place. Dantes had carefully noted the general appearance of the shore.

was one of the crew belonging to the Pharaon. you intended to give me a two−franc piece. besides. and those were of a nature he alone could investigate in a manner satisfactory to himself." "Thank you. Then he advanced to the door. Dantes could not give sufficiently clear instructions to an agent. he would inevitably have fallen to the ground and been crushed beneath the many vehicles continually passing there. whose receding figure he continued to gaze after in speechless astonishment. that you may drink to my health. Edmond welcomed the meeting with this fellow −− who had been one of his own sailors −− as a sure means of testing the extent of the change which time had worked in his own appearance. so pregnant with fond and filial remembrances. 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. on the never−to−be−forgotten night of his departure for the Chateau d'If. not a street. 157 ." So extreme was the surprise of the sailor. he begged so earnestly to be permitted to visit those on the fifth floor. meanwhile. There were. and asked whether there were any rooms to be let. but by way of rewarding your honesty I give you another double Napoleon. Still Dantes could not view without a shudder the approach of a gendarme who accompanied the officers deputed to demand his bill of health ere the yacht was permitted to hold communication with the shore. One fine morning. Without divulging his secret. I see that I have made a trifling mistake. as you say. Chapter 25. that he was unable even to thank Edmond. The Unknown. His looking−glass had assured him. from whence a full view of the Allees de Meillan was obtained. then. Recovering himself. he wiped the perspiration from his brows. you gave me a double Napoleon. sir. his first and most indelible recollections were there. a mist floated over his sight. as he landed on the Canebiere. Going straight towards him. Dantes proceeded onwards. Each step he trod oppressed his heart with fresh emotion. he had been put on board the boat destined to convey him thither. Dantes coolly presented an English passport he had obtained from Leghorn. other particulars he was desirous of ascertaining. moreover. my good friend. followed by the little fishing−boat. and see. "Some nabob from India. and stopped not again till he found himself at the door of the house in which his father had lived. his yacht. during his stay at Leghorn. Giving the sailor a piece of money in return for his civility. and had he not clung for support to one of the trees. Though answered in the negative. The nasturtiums and other plants. went on his way. boldly entered the port of Marseilles. not a tree. "I beg your pardon. that he passed but seemed filled with dear and cherished memories. however. he was informed that there existed no obstacle to his immediate debarkation. but ere he had gone many steps he heard the man loudly calling him to stop. he gazed thoughtfully for a time at the upper stories of the shabby little house. that. and ask permission for a gentleman to be allowed to look at them. which his father had delighted to train before his window. but with that perfect self−possession he had acquired during his acquaintance with Faria. his knees tottered under him. he propounded a variety of questions on different subjects. had all disappeared from the upper part of the house. And thus he proceeded onwards till he arrived at the end of the Rue de Noailles. The first person to attract the attention of Dantes. and anchored exactly opposite the spot from whence. At this spot. Leaning against the tree. in almost breathless haste. carefully watching the man's countenance as he did so.The Count of Monte Cristo mysterious disappearance of Mercedes. "but I believe you made a mistake. in despite of the oft−repeated assurance of the concierge that they were occupied. and be able to ask your messmates to join you." said the honest fellow. Dantes succeeded in inducing the man to go up to the tenants." was his comment. Dantes instantly turned to meet him. his heart beat almost to bursting. that he ran no risk of recognition. Dantes. he had now the means of adopting any disguise he thought proper. and as this gave him a standing which a French passport would not have afforded.

etc. with two seines and a tender. while. were duly informed by the notary who had arranged the necessary transfer of deeds. under the name of Lord Wilmore (the name and title inscribed on his passport). The Pont du Gard Inn. consisting of an entirely new fishing−boat. for reply. while. The young couple gazed with astonishment at the sight of their visitor's emotion.The Count of Monte Cristo The tenants of the humble lodging were a young couple who had been scarcely married a week. A few dingy olives and stunted fig−trees struggled hard for existence. while the articles of antiquated furniture with which the rooms had been filled in Edmond's time had all disappeared. but their withered dusty foliage abundantly proved how unequal was the conflict. This strange event aroused great wonder and curiosity in the neighborhood of the Allees de Meillan. on the side opposite to the main entrance reserved for the reception of guests. like a forgotten sentinel. merely give some orders to a sailor. and at the present time kept a small inn on the route from Bellegarde to Beaucaire. Nothing in the two small chambers forming the apartments remained as it had been in the time of the elder Dantes. and. and then springing lightly on horseback. a sheet of tin covered with a grotesque representation of the Pont du Gard. and set all conjecture at defiance. that the person in question had got into difficulties. and displayed its flexible stem and fan−shaped summit dried and cracked by the fierce heat of the sub−tropical sun. −− a little nearer to the former than to the latter. and. it would unhesitatingly have been given. The Pont du Gard Inn. As Edmond passed the door on the fourth floor. a tall pine raised its melancholy head in one of the corners of this unattractive spot. the very paper was different. The bed belonging to the present occupants was placed as the former owner of the chamber had been accustomed to have his. tomatoes. without the least augmentation of rent. purchased the small dwelling for the sum of twenty−five thousand francs. Chapter 26. and afterwards observed to enter a poor fisherman's hut. Chapter 26. leave Marseilles by the Porte d'Aix. reiterating their hope that he would come again whenever he pleased. lone and solitary. But on the following day the family from whom all these particulars had been asked received a handsome present. and kindly refrained from questioning him as to its cause. and wondered to see the large tears silently chasing each other down his otherwise stern and immovable features. vainly calling for his son. but they had seen him. they left him to indulge his sorrow alone. consisting of a small plot of ground. and a multitude of theories were afloat. from the front of which hung. with instinctive delicacy.. When he withdrew from the scene of his painful recollections. the four walls alone remained as he had left them. the eyes of Edmond were suffused in tears as he reflected that on that spot the old man had breathed his last. But what raised public astonishment to a climax. The delighted recipients of these munificent gifts would gladly have poured out their thanks to their generous benefactor. in spite of his efforts to prevent it. Dantes next proceeded thither. upon condition of their giving instant possession of the two small chambers they at present inhabited. −− a small roadside inn. none of which was anywhere near the truth. Between these sickly shrubs grew a scanty supply of garlic. It also boasted of what in Languedoc is styled a garden. now become the property of Dantes. This modern place of entertainment stood on the left−hand side of the post road. Having obtained the address of the person to whom the house in the Allees de Meillan belonged. at least ten thousand more than it was worth. 158 . and assuring him that their poor dwelling would ever be open to him. they both accompanied him downstairs. 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. creaking and flapping in the wind. 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. but he received. he paused to inquire whether Caderousse the tailor still dwelt there. that the new landlord gave them their choice of any of the rooms in the house. and eschalots. but had its owner asked half a million. upon quitting the hut. about midway between the town of Beaucaire and the village of Bellegarde. and backed upon the Rhone. Dantes sighed heavily. but they felt the sacredness of his grief. and seeing them. Such of my readers as have made a pedestrian excursion to the south of France may perchance have noticed. The very same day the occupants of the apartments on the fifth floor of the house.

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. The inn−keeper himself was a man of from forty to fifty−five years of age. unable to appear abroad in Chapter 26. monotonous note. sparkling. of which we have given a brief but faithful description. who never saw him without breaking out into bitter invectives against fate. and bony. but fond of external show. a perfect specimen of the natives of those southern latitudes. During the days of his prosperity. she had shared in the beauty for which its women are proverbial. hooked nose. tall. and Gaspard Caderousse. his hair. meagre. not a hundred steps from the inn. and the daily infliction of his peevish partner's murmurs and lamentations. yet there he stood. embroidered bodices. He dressed in the picturesque costume worn upon grand occasions by the inhabitants of the south of France. and addicted to display. his rude gutteral language would not have enabled him to pronounce. Each stalk served as a perch for a grasshopper.The Count of Monte Cristo In the surrounding plain. It is God's pleasure that things should be so. necklaces. not a festivity took place without himself and wife being among the spectators. so called. velvet vests. for a canal between Beaucaire and Aiguemortes had revolutionized transportation by substituting boats for the cart and the stagecoach. Gaspard Caderousse. shivering in her chair. day after day. and silver buckles for the shoes. His wife. which. vain. This small staff was quite equal to all the requirements. elegantly worked stockings. it was situated between the Rhone from which it had its source and the post−road it had depleted. a mode of attire borrowed equally from Greece and Arabia. he was a man of sober habits and moderate desires. Still. bearing equal resemblance to the style adopted both by the Catalans and Andalusians. but that beauty had gradually withered beneath the devastating influence of the slow fever so prevalent among dwellers by the ponds of Aiguemortes and the marshes of Camargue. he had dark. by degrees. This man was our old acquaintance. The Pont du Gard Inn. exposed to the meridional rays of a burning sun. For about seven or eight years the little tavern had been kept by a man and his wife. or stretched languid and feeble on her bed. the effect. the unfortunate inn−keeper did not writhe under the double misery of seeing the hateful canal carry off his customers and his profits. her husband had bestowed on her the name of La Carconte in place of her sweet and euphonious name of Madeleine. as though to add to the daily misery which this prosperous canal inflicted on the unfortunate inn−keeper. and teeth white as those of a carnivorous animal. and in spite of his age but slightly interspersed with a few silvery threads. 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. strong. after the manner of the Spanish muleteers. was pale. 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. with two servants. like his beard. all disappeared. and deep−set eyes. as it saved him the necessity of listening to the endless plaints and murmurs of his helpmate. 159 . to all of which her husband would calmly return an unvarying reply. situated between Salon and Lambesc. which he wore under his chin. with no other protection for his head than a red handkerchief twisted around it. while La Carconte displayed the charming fashion prevalent among the women of Arles. Born in the neighborhood of Arles. on the contrary. which regaled the passers by through this Egyptian scene with its strident. −− a chambermaid named Trinette. on the lookout for guests who seldom came. and a hostler called Pecaud. La Carconte. She remained nearly always in her second−floor chamber. was thick and curly. in all probability. But. whose utter ruin it was fast accomplishing. Like other dwellers in the south. And. no doubt. and sickly−looking. let it not be supposed that amid this affected resignation to the will of Providence. whose maiden name had been Madeleine Radelle. watch−chains. while her husband kept his daily watch at the door −− a duty he performed with so much the greater willingness. parti−colored scarfs. which more resembled a dusty lake than solid ground." The sobriquet of La Carconte had been bestowed on Madeleine Radelle from the fact that she had been born in a village. striped gaiters. in these philosophic words: −− "Hush. were scattered a few miserable stalks of wheat.

At the moment Caderousse quitted his sentry−like watch before the door. The horse was of Hungarian breed. led his steed by the bridle in search of some place to which he could secure him. then. he deemed it as well to terminate this dumb show. first taking care. dismounting. he tied the animal safely and having drawn a red cotton handkerchief. "Now. the horse stopped. then. endeavoring to turn up some grain or insect suited to their palate −− to the deserted road. M. as an invitation to any chance traveller who might be passing. more for the shelter than the profit it afforded. However that might have been. and ambled along at an easy pace. at liberty to regulate his hours for journeying. At this unusual sound. with many bows and courteous smiles. "You are. sir. Availing himself of a handle that projected from a half−fallen door. though fruitlessly. sir! −− he only barks. "I am Gaspard Caderousse. and. which led away to the north and south. wiped away the perspiration that streamed from his brow. a huge black dog came rushing to meet the daring assailant of his ordinarily tranquil abode. 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. and grumbling to himself as he went. was. that no one in his senses could have imagined that any traveller. dressed in black. then. he might have caught a dim outline of something approaching from the direction of Bellegarde. "You are welcome. he never bites. would choose to expose himself in such a formidable Sahara. There it lay stretching out into one interminable line of dust and sand. struck thrice with the end of his iron−shod stick. The Pont du Gard Inn. I make no doubt a glass of good wine would be acceptable this dreadfully hot day. from his pocket. the road on which he so eagerly strained his sight was void and lonely as a desert at mid−day. and. snarling and displaying his sharp white teeth with a determined hostility that abundantly proved how little he was accustomed to society. both for himself and wife. when he was aroused by the shrill voice of his wife. had Caderousse but retained his post a few minutes longer. between whom the kindest and most amiable understanding appeared to exist." Then perceiving for the first time the garb of the traveller he had to entertain. he mounted to her chamber. I presume. even more surprised at the question than he had been by the silence which had preceded it. sir. his eyes glancing listlessly from a piece of closely shaven grass −− on which some fowls were industriously. as usual. then. as the moving object drew nearer.The Count of Monte Cristo his pristine splendor. Margotin. meagre trees. but whether for his own pleasure or that of his rider would have been difficult to say. the priest." Chapter 26. Caderousse. 160 . advancing to the door. 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. Caderousse?" "Yes. Nevertheless. and therefore said. His rider was a priest. spite of the ardent rays of a noonday sun. Having arrived before the Pont du Gard. most welcome!" repeated the astonished Caderousse. with its sides bordered by tall. and wearing a three−cornered hat. mine host of the Pont du Gard besought his guest to enter. however." cried he. the pair came on with a fair degree of rapidity. speaking with a strong Italian accent. he would easily have perceived that it consisted of a man and horse." The priest gazed on the person addressing him with a long and searching gaze −− there even seemed a disposition on his part to court a similar scrutiny on the part of the inn−keeper. speaking to the dog. What would the abbe please to have? What refreshment can I offer? All I have is at his service. Caderousse hastily exclaimed: "A thousand pardons! I really did not observe whom I had the honor to receive under my poor roof. at your service. altogether presenting so uninviting an appearance. At that moment a heavy footstep was heard descending the wooden staircase that led from the upper floor. "will you be quiet? Pray don't heed him. to set the entrance door wide open. at his place of observation before the door." answered the host. had given up any further participation in the pomps and vanities.

−− Christian and surname are the same. he found the abbe seated upon a wooden stool. then?" said the priest. at least." "And you followed the business of a tailor?" "True. "that is more than every one can say nowadays." added he. and the wicked punished.The Count of Monte Cristo "Gaspard Caderousse. sir. honest −− I can certainly say that much for myself. anxious not to lose the present opportunity of finding a customer for one of the few bottles of Cahors still remaining in his possession. his long. and unable to render me the least assistance. if what you assert be true. let me have a bottle of your best wine. "Yes. It is so hot at Marseilles. skinny neck resting on his lap." said the abbe. who is the only person in the house besides myself. who. The Pont du Gard Inn." "What proofs do you require?" Chapter 26. "Are you quite alone?" inquired the guest. for my poor wife. "Quite. but in this world a man does not thrive the better for being honest. "and perhaps I may." "Such words as those belong to your profession. "I can boast with truth of being an honest man. leaning his elbow on a table. with a bitter expression of countenance. "one is free to believe them or not." said Caderousse. You formerly lived. which served both as parlor and kitchen. is there nothing I can offer you by way of refreshment?" "Yes. the good will be rewarded. I was a tailor." answered Caderousse. glancing round as he spoke at the scanty furnishings of the apartment. "for I am firmly persuaded that. as Caderousse placed before him the bottle of wine and a glass. "Ah. "In the first place. and." "You are wrong to speak thus. penetrating glance. sooner or later." "So much the better for you. had crept up to him." said Caderousse with a sigh." replied the man −− "or." said the abbe. "it is easy to perceive I am not a rich man. while Margotin. 161 . in my own person. be able to prove to you how completely you are in error." "What mean you?" inquired Caderousse with a look of surprise. we will resume our conversation from where we left off. quite alone. practically so." The abbe fixed on him a searching. Upon issuing forth from his subterranean retreat at the expiration of five minutes. I must be satisfied that you are the person I am in search of. hastily raised a trap−door in the floor of the apartment they were in." rejoined the priest. fairly sustaining the scrutiny of the abbe's gaze. is laid up with illness. on the fourth floor?" "I did. "and you do well to repeat them. poor thing!" "You are married." continued the inn−keeper. as one pleases. But talking of heat. while his dim eye was fixed earnestly on the traveller's face. that really I believe that the respectable inhabitants will in time go without any clothing whatever. sir. but. with a hand on his breast and shaking his head. and had established himself very comfortably between his knees. with your permission. till the trade fell off." "As you please. I believe in the Allees de Meillan. "Yes. whose animosity seemed appeased by the unusual command of the traveller for refreshments. and then. with a show of interest." continued he significantly.

know anything of a young sailor named Dantes?" "Dantes? Did I know poor dear Edmond? Why. unless it be of imprisonment?" Caderousse wiped away the large beads of perspiration that gathered on his brow. do young and strong men die in prison. I pray. searching eye of the abbe was employed in scrutinizing the agitated features of the inn−keeper. "You remind me. if he really hates the wicked. hopeless. he was so called as truly as I myself bore the appellation of Gaspard Caderousse. is another proof that good people are never rewarded on this earth. without taking any notice of his companion's vehemence. heart−broken prisoner than the felons who pay the penalty of their crimes at the galleys of Toulon. "the world grows worse and worse. sir. that he was utterly ignorant of the cause of his detention. sir. "though once." Chapter 26. "Well. and that none but the wicked prosper. whose countenance flushed darkly as he caught the penetrating gaze of the abbe fixed on him. 162 . The Pont du Gard Inn. "that the young man concerning whom I asked you was said to bear the name of Edmond. think you. 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. he besought me to try and clear up a mystery he had never been able to penetrate. send down brimstone and fire. the poor fellow told you the truth." "And of what did he die?" asked Caderousse in a choking voice. "But the strangest part of the story is." said the priest." observed the abbe." "And for that reason. when they have scarcely numbered their thirtieth year. Edmond Dantes and myself were intimate friends!" exclaimed Caderousse. poor fellow!" murmured Caderousse. deeply and sincerely lamented his unhappy fate. "Of what." replied Caderousse. "Poor fellow. there. and the priest saw him wiping the tears from his eyes with the corner of the red handkerchief twisted round his head. I have. during which the fixed. "that Dantes. as he is said to do." There was a brief silence. in the year 1814 or 1815. who turned away. since then. by everything a man holds dear. that I might administer to him the consolations of religion. Ah. and consume them altogether?" "You speak as though you had loved this young Dantes. but tell me. "I was called to see him on his dying bed. I swear to you. Why does not God." "Said to bear the name!" repeated Caderousse. I envied him his good fortune." A deadly pallor followed the flush on the countenance of Caderousse. swore by his crucified Redeemer. But I swear to you. "Why. speaking in the highly colored language of the south." "And so he was. calm eye of the questioner seemed to dilate with feverish scrutiny. "How should he have been otherwise? Ah. sir. and to clear his memory should any foul spot or stain have fallen on it." continued Caderousse. "You knew the poor lad. I confess. then?" continued Caderousse. becoming excited and eager." resumed the abbe." murmured Caderousse.The Count of Monte Cristo "Did you. while the clear. even in his dying moments. "And so I did.

becoming more and more fixed. who might only have taken it and then betrayed him to the governor. but had been released from prison during the second restoration. almost breathless with eager admiration. "To one in Edmond's position the diamond certainly was of great value.'" continued the abbe.'" The inn−keeper shivered. which is also valuable. that in the event of his getting out of prison he might have wherewithal to live. Calmly drawing forth from his pocket a small box covered with black shagreen.The Count of Monte Cristo And here the look of the abbe. with eager. as he closed the box. and displayed to the dazzled eyes of Caderousse the sparkling jewel it contained. "A rich Englishman. The name of one of the four friends is Caderousse. who was about to break in upon the abbe's speech. Chapter 26. but you shall judge for yourself. was possessed of a diamond of immense value. "Mercedes it was." replied the abbe. is worth fifty thousand francs?" "It is. I have it with me." continued the abbe." asked Caderousse." "Then. 163 . said. was much attached to me. "But how comes the diamond in your possession. besides the maiden to whom I was betrothed' he said. Instead of employing this diamond in attempting to bribe his jailers. I suppose. −− his name was Fernand. and the third. this jewel he bestowed on Dantes upon himself quitting the prison." "No. the abbe opened it. glowing looks." continued the abbe. "`is called Danglars. everything is relative. and returned it to his pocket. `The third of my friends. "`Another of the number." cried Caderousse. that of my betrothed was' −− Stay. 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. while its brilliant hues seemed still to dance before the eyes of the fascinated inn−keeper." answered the abbe. "that it was a stone of immense value?" "Why." urged Caderousse. The Pont du Gard Inn. although my rival. Dantes carefully preserved it. without the setting. seemed to rest with ill−concealed satisfaction on the gloomy depression which was rapidly spreading over the countenance of Caderousse. entertained a very sincere affection for me." said the abbe. stay." said Caderousse eagerly. waving his hand.'" A fiendish smile played over the features of Caderousse. without seeming to notice the emotion of Caderousse. "you say. sir? Did Edmond make you his heir?" "No. as though hoping to discover the location of the treasure. with a stifled sigh. for the sale of such a diamond would have quite sufficed to make his fortune. when the latter. "who had been his companion in misfortune. merely his testamentary executor. "I have forgotten what he called her. `I once possessed four dear and faithful friends. "And that diamond. set in a ring of admirable workmanship. and then if you have any observations to make." "Go on. "it was not of such a size as that." "Mercedes." The sharp gaze of Caderousse was instantly directed towards the priest's garments. `and I feel convinced they have all unfeignedly grieved over my loss. "True. you can do so afterwards. "fifty thousand francs! Surely the diamond was as large as a nut to be worth all that." "Bless me!" exclaimed Caderousse. It was estimated at fifty thousand francs. "Allow me to finish first." replied the abbe. in spite of being my rival.

too true!" ejaculated Caderousse. The Pont du Gard Inn. I repeat his words just as he uttered them. Ah. who saw him in his dying moments. but I. was his own father. springing from his seat." "I learned so much at Marseilles." "To be sure. as I hear.The Count of Monte Cristo "Bring me a carafe of water. Do you understand?" "Perfectly. I lived almost on the same floor with the poor old man. making a strong effort to appear indifferent. of downright starvation." "`You will sell this diamond." "Starvation!" exclaimed the abbe. it is impossible −− utterly impossible!" "What I have said.'" "But why into five parts?" asked Caderousse. as he placed his empty glass on the table. and give an equal portion to these good friends. about a year after the disappearance of his son the poor old man died. said. I believe. "Why should you meddle with what does not concern you?" Chapter 26. is too horrible for belief. the doctors called his complaint gastro−enteritis. −− for you understand. "Of what?" asked the priest." "Too true. "the poor old man did die. "And you are a fool for having said anything about it. and after pouring some into a glass. the abbe. I have said." answered Caderousse. the vilest animals are not suffered to die by such a death as that." replied the abbe. The very dogs that wander houseless and homeless in the streets find some pitying hand to cast them a mouthful of bread. resuming his usual placidity of manner." said the abbe. a Christian. Can you enlighten me on that point?" "I do not know who could if I could not. `You will go to Marseilles." said Caderousse. his acquaintances say he died of grief. and slowly swallowing its contents. you will divide the money into five equal parts." "Of what did he die?" "Why. "Why.' said Dantes. should be allowed to perish of hunger in the midst of other men who call themselves Christians. almost suffocated by the contending passions which assailed him. "Why. "Why. 164 . −− "Where did we leave off?" "The name of Edmond's betrothed was Mercedes. anxiously and eagerly. yes. Caderousse quickly performed the stranger's bidding. the only persons who have loved me upon earth. and that a man." "Because the fifth is dead. Oh. "but from the length of time that has elapsed since the death of the elder Dantes. I was unable to obtain any particulars of his end. I say he died of" −− Caderousse paused." said a voice from the top of the stairs. "you only mentioned four persons. The fifth sharer in Edmond's bequest.

head on knees. "mind what you are saying!" Caderousse made no reply to these words. Gaspard!" murmured the woman. and saw the sickly countenance of La Carconte peering between the baluster rails. 165 . and." retorted the woman. whatever people may say. but when poor. seated on the lower step. he said." "And was he not so?" asked the abbe. nay." "Politeness. I beg of you. "Do I? No one better. "that you named just now as being one of Dantes' faithful and attached friends. "This gentleman asks me for information. my good woman. I should like to know? Better study a little common prudence. know in what manner Fernand injured Dantes?" inquired the abbe of Caderousse." "Why. that I solemnly promise you. behold trouble and misery. but. leaving the two speakers to resume the conversation. but it was fortunate that he never knew.The Count of Monte Cristo The two men turned quickly. but somehow the poor old man had contracted a profound hatred for Fernand −− the very person. attracted by the sound of voices. which common politeness will not permit me to refuse. or he might have found it more difficult. you simpleton!" retorted La Carconte. And." La Carconte muttered a few inarticulate words. and all sorts of persecutions." Chapter 26." replied Caderousse sharply. she had feebly dragged herself down the stairs. addressing the abbe. "I cannot help being more frightened at the idea of the malediction of the dead than the hatred of the living. had not such been the case. in his native language. she had listened to the foregoing conversation. which was not altogether devoid of rude poetry. provided he answers me candidly. Again the abbe had been obliged to swallow a draught of water to calm the emotions that threatened to overpower him. that he believed everybody's professions of friendship." "Nay. Surely. "Nothing is easier than to begin with fair promises and assurances of nothing to fear. Whatever evils may befall you. like my husband there. he was cruelly deceived." continued Caderousse. said. who cannot even see whence all their afflictions come. but remaining so as to be able to hear every word they uttered. "Mind your own business. he was not altogether forsaken. then let her head again drop upon her knees." "Imbecile!" exclaimed La Carconte." continued Caderousse. and at some moment when nobody is expecting it. from her seat on the stairs. "Gaspard." "Ah. "Do you." said the abbe. that the miserable old man you were telling me of was forsaken by every one. "It appears. wife. have been persuaded to tell all they know. The Pont du Gard Inn. How do you know the motives that person may have for trying to extract all he can from you?" "I pledge you my word. "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. he would not have perished by so dreadful a death. then. and went into a fit of ague. "that my intentions are good." added Caderousse with a bitter smile. When he had sufficiently recovered himself. though evidently irritated and annoyed by the interruption. "What have you to do with politeness. "for Mercedes the Catalan and Monsieur Morrel were very kind to him. make yourself perfectly easy. madam. and that you husband can incur no risk. silly folks. Poor Edmond. when on his deathbed. are heaped on the unfortunate wretches. they will not be occasioned by my instrumentality. that's all very fine. then. to pardon his enemies. the promises and assurances of safety are quickly forgotten.

so let all such feeling be buried with him. "that I should bestow on men you say are false and treacherous. "what diamond are you talking about?" "Why. what would it be to them? no more than a drop of water in the ocean. "You say truly. "do as you will. "Are these persons. you are master −− but if you take my advice you'll hold your tongue." So saying. I respect your scruples and admire your sentiments. "No. I shall do my duty as conscientiously as I can. why. just as you please. wife. Chapter 26. what good would it do?" asked Caderousse. and the money divided between his father. The jewel is worth at least fifty thousand francs. Fernand. and came to me and begged that I would candidly tell which were his true and which his false friends. for my own part. "It is a beautiful diamond left by poor Edmond Dantes. The Pont du Gard Inn. the abbe again draw the small box from his pocket." replied Caderousse. and myself. But you tell me he is no more. then." "Oh. so let the matter end. did you not hear all we said?" inquired Caderousse. and fulfil my promise to the dying man. so rich and powerful?" "Do you not know their history?" "I do not." returned Caderousse.The Count of Monte Cristo "Speak out then. besides. his betrothed bride. "I don't know but what you're right!" "So you will say nothing?" asked the abbe. 166 . rising and descending to the chamber with a tolerably firm step. in a tone that indicated utter indifference on his part." "You prefer." "Well. what a magnificent jewel!" cried the astonished woman. wife!" cried he in a hoarse voice. "you are at liberty. say what it was!" "Gaspard!" cried La Carconte. I should not hesitate. my good friend." "Remember. "Wife. "come here!" "Diamond!" exclaimed La Carconte." said the abbe. Mercedes. that a bright flash of brilliant hues passed before the dazzled gaze of Caderousse. "If the poor lad were living." chimed in La Carconte. the gift of poor Edmond was not meant for such traitors as Fernand and Danglars. either to speak or be silent. the reward intended for faithful friendship?" "That is true enough. and contrived to hold it in such a light. it would take up too much time. perhaps. to be sold. opened it. truly. Danglars. My first business will be to dispose of this diamond." returned the abbe. then said. then." "Well. and therefore can have nothing to do with hatred or revenge. does it not?" asked Caderousse. "The fifth part of the profits from this stone belongs to us then. "Why. "those two could crush you at a single blow!" "How so?" inquired the abbe. Pray relate it to me!" Caderousse seemed to reflect for a few moments.

"this splendid diamond might all be ours. "do as you like. where he himself would be in deep shadow.The Count of Monte Cristo "It does." The agitation of Caderousse became extreme. as though to ascertain if his horse were sufficiently refreshed to continue his journey." murmured the wife in her turn. muttering voice. "we might be interrupted in the most interesting part of my story. "I am all attention. and. she once more climbed the staircase leading to her chamber. as he was accustomed to do at night. wife. As he saw the abbe rise from his seat and go towards the door. which he closed. that is all." So saying. but simply that if. Arrived at the top stair. bolted and barred it. she turned round." "I don't call those friends who betray and ruin you." said the abbe. consider well what you are about to do!" "I have both reflected and decided. He removed his seat into a corner of the room." replied La Carconte. "There. if we chose!" "Do you believe it?" "Why. that I do so. "Gaspard. into which she fell as though exhausted. not mine. "Well." was the reply." said the former." answered he. why. as he replaced the jewel and its case in the pocket of his cassock. 167 . You will have the goodness to furnish me with the address of both Fernand and Danglars. Caderousse and his wife exchanged looks of deep meaning. I said I looked upon it as a sacrilegious profanation to reward treachery. "Of course not!" rejoined Caderousse quickly. and it is as well that your visit hither should be made known only to ourselves. the flooring of which creaked beneath her heavy." With these words he went stealthily to the door. and that was what I was observing to this gentleman just now. and her teeth rattling in her head. which would be a pity. through your assistance. by way of still greater precaution. The Pont du Gard Inn. as he returned to the apartment below. in a warning tone. "no more do I. which I believe myself at liberty to divide equally with the four survivors. perhaps crime. "As being the friends Edmond esteemed most faithful and devoted to him. in order that I may execute Edmond's last wishes." said the priest. La Carconte then entered her chamber." asked the abbe." replied the abbe. For my part." answered Caderousse." answered the abbe calmly. and called out." "And why among us four?" inquired Caderousse. while the Chapter 26. During this time the abbe had chosen his place for listening at his ease. in a low. "Stop a minute. "it is your fault. "I certainly think you act wisely in so doing." "Remember. "with the addition of an equal division of that part intended for the elder Dantes. I could distribute the legacy according to the wishes of the testator. and large drops of perspiration rolled from his heated brow. so much the better." "I hope it may be so. surely a man of his holy profession would not deceive us!" "Well. his face flushed with cupidity. in spite of the intense heat of the weather. to her husband. "what have you made up your mind to do?" "To tell you all I know. uncertain tread. I wash my hands of the affair. "Not because I have the least desire to learn anything you may please to conceal from me. her body convulsed with chills. as she proceeded towards her arm−chair. you see." replied Caderousse.

" This positive assurance seemed to give Caderousse a little courage. "Why. he prepared to give his whole attention to Caderousse. then. "Dantes himself only knew that which personally concerned him. The Story. 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." said Caderousse. sir." "The history is a sad one." "Was it not his betrothal feast?" "It was and the feast that began so gayly had a very sorrowful ending." And he began his story. this is no affair of mine." "What is that?" inquired the abbe. the persons of whom you are about to speak. "say no more about it. and Dantes was arrested. under these circumstances." said Caderousse. and I shall shortly retire to my convent. without reserve. my friend." answered the abbe. "I am a priest.The Count of Monte Cristo light would be fully thrown on the narrator. "you must make me a promise. or rather clinched together. I even believe I ought to undeceive you as to the friendship which poor Edmond thought so sincere and unquestionable. as without hatred. I can see it all before me this moment. besides. our only desire is to carry out. tell the truth. and belong to God. 168 . if you ever make use of the details I am about to give you." "At La Reserve! Oh. and not to man." Chapter 27. "I will." replied the abbe. the whole truth. I will take all the consequences upon myself. I should break to pieces like glass." "Begin with his father. Speak. never may know. Chapter 27. "Remember. shaking his head." said the priest. I do not know. The Story. then. I am an Italian." "Yes." said Caderousse. which I have only quitted to fulfil the last wishes of a dying man. "Enough. "perhaps you know all the earlier part of it?" "Yes. yes. entered. followed by four soldiers. "First. "Edmond related to me everything until the moment when he was arrested in a small cabaret close to Marseilles. the last wishes of our friend. and up to this point I know all. for he never beheld again the five persons I have named to you." said the trembling voice of La Carconte. exactly opposite to him. then. "Well. as though through the flooring of her chamber she viewed the scene that was enacting below. who seated himself on the little stool. a police commissary. enough!" replied Caderousse. and confessions die in my breast." "Make yourself easy. or heard mention of any one of them. in a fitting manner. if you please. Recollect. with head bent down and hands clasped. sir. for the persons of whom I am about to talk are rich and powerful." said the abbe. and not a Frenchman. "Edmond talked to me a great deal about the old man for whom he had the deepest love.

The Count of Monte Cristo "Well. and more and more solitary. in spite of her own grief and despair. and what would he think if I did not wait here for him?' I heard all this from the window. I cannot now repeat to you. This was M. however. I am quite happy. when. for I could not bear it. and she found him so altered that she was even more anxious than before to have him taken to her own home. for I was anxious that Mercedes should persuade the old man to accompany her. the doctor had put him on a diet. he had admitted Mercedes. said then to myself. for I was underneath him and heard him walking the whole night." The abbe uttered a kind of groan. I know this. when Dantes was arrested. does it not. They both came immediately. and instead of expecting him. The door was closed. but the old man would not consent. for his footsteps over my head night and day did not leave me a moment's repose. and of course shall see him first. however. Morrel bringing a doctor. M. why you see we leave off after a time seeing persons who are in sorrow. At length the poor old fellow reached the end of all he had. too.' However well disposed a person may be. having passed a sleepless night. and did not find in my memory or heart all he is now saying. The Story. I was there. it is he who is awaiting us. and paced up and down his chamber the whole day. on the fourth I heard nothing. "we cannot console those who will not be consoled. and I could not resist my desire to go up to him.'" "Poor father!" murmured the priest. One day. `It is really well. I should throw myself into the sea at once. for if I were a father and felt such excessive grief as the old man does. and I never shall forget the old man's smile at this prescription. and would not go to bed at all. `No. "it is very affecting.' was the old man's reply. for my poor dear boy loves me better than anything in the world. for I am the oldest. he would not make any answer. I went and told M. he begged for another week. The next day Mercedes came to implore the protection of M. I heard his sobs. and the doctor said it was inflammation of the bowels. From that time he received all who came. and he was one of these. Morrel and Mercedes came to see him. and saw him so pale and haggard. M. I then resolved to go up to him at all risks. The old man returned alone to his home. and not touched food since the previous day. "From day to day he lived on alone. Morrel's wish also. who would fain have conveyed the old man against Chapter 27. but when I reached his door he was no longer weeping but praying. For the first three days I heard him walking about as usual. but I guessed what these bundles were. she wished him to go with her that she might take care of him. and every step he took went to my heart as really as if his foot had pressed against my breast. but he seemed to dislike seeing me. and hate the Jesuits. which was granted to him. endeavored to console him. and that he sold by degrees what he had to pay for his subsistence. and so at last old Dantes was left all to himself. `I will not leave this house. besides. and I only saw from time to time strangers go up to him and come down again with some bundle they tried to hide. because the landlord came into my apartment when he left his. he owed three quarters' rent. all the eloquent words and imploring language he made use of. she did not obtain it. and for myself. 169 ." "Mercedes came again. and went to visit the old man. de Villefort. contrary to his custom. who am no canter. sir?" inquired Caderousse. Monsieur Morrel hastened to obtain the particulars." "But did you not go up−stairs and try to console the poor old man?" asked the abbe. I assure you I could not sleep either. and. "Yes. when she saw him so miserable and heart−broken. I know not why. he said to her. but. it was more than piety. One night. and they threatened to turn him out. he is dead. and if he gets out of prison he will come and see me the first thing. folded up his wedding suit with tears in his eyes. my dear daughter. "Ah. for the grief of the poor father gave me great uneasiness. he had an excuse for not eating any more. but I looked through the keyhole. but his door was closed. and ordered him a limited diet. sir. −− `Be assured. and they were very sad. Morrel and then ran on to Mercedes. that believing him very ill. and I. and I am very glad that I have not any children. sir." replied Caderousse. "The story interests you." replied the abbe. it was more than grief. they make one melancholy. although I was certain he was at home. and the poor girl.

one from love. "you were there yourself. as it was men's and not God's doing. and he added quickly. sir. of hunger." "But. and the other put it in the post. "Oh. sir. you must have been an eye−witness. Mercedes remained. swallowed it at one gulp. that his writing might not be recognized." said he in a hoarse voice. "And you believe he died" −− "Of hunger. with red eyes and pale cheeks. "you have promised to tell me everything." "Which of the two denounced him? Which was the real delinquent?" "Both. "go on. and the father with famine?" "Two men jealous of him. "and remember too. "This was. made two turns round the chamber. "I am as certain of it as that we two are Christians." Chapter 27. −− "No one. one with a letter. and Fernand who put it in the post." replied the priest." "I!" said Caderousse. a horrid event. the old man would not take any sustenance. 170 . `If you ever see my Edmond again. sir?" asked Caderousse. who are these men who killed the son with despair. −− Fernand and Danglars.The Count of Monte Cristo his consent." The abbe. and then resumed his seat." said Caderousse." "They denounced Edmond as a Bonapartist agent. and pressed his trembling hand against his parched throat. and saying to Mercedes. "who told you I was there?" The abbe saw he had overshot the mark. cursing those who had caused his misery." murmured the abbe." "It was Danglars who wrote the denunciation with his left hand. at length (after nine days of despair and fasting). "Nothing. making a sign to the Catalan that he had left his purse on the chimney−piece. therefore. by his bedside." exclaimed the abbe suddenly.'" The abbe rose from his chair. sir." said the abbe. and the other from ambition. tell him I die blessing him. but the old man resisted." "Tell me of those men. "The more so. with a shaking hand." "And where was this letter written?" "At La Reserve. Faria. astonished. therefore. seized a glass of water that was standing by him half−full. nothing. how well did you judge men and things!" "What did you please to say. the day before the betrothal feast. and cried so that they were actually frightened. The Story." he added in an almost menacing tone. But availing himself of the doctor's order. but in order to have known everything so well. then −− 'twas so. the old man died. then. Morrel went away. and M. sir. Tell me. indeed. Faria." "'Twas so." "How was this jealousy manifested? Speak on.

sir. as he had lived. he left his purse on the mantelpiece. and thus to accuse yourself is to deserve pardon. he wrote. it is the will of God. but Danglars restrained me. The Story. with which they paid the old man's debts. "they had made me drink to such an excess that I nearly lost all perception." asked the abbe. made of red silk. "Well. "who was he?" "The owner of the Pharaon and patron of Dantes. woman. the only one with which I have seriously to reproach myself in all my life. you were an accomplice. Morrel. when she complains. in the state in which politics then were. and perfectly harmless." "Next day −− next day." "And. you must have seen plain enough what they had been doing. he came to see Dantes' father." "And did you not remonstrate against such infamy?" asked the abbe. Chapter 27." "And what part did he play in this sad drama?" inquired the abbe. I am expiating a moment of selfishness. is no doubt the cause of my abject condition. "You have two or three times mentioned a M. and I held my tongue. "if not." interrupted Caderousse. without doing harm to any one. Twenty times he interceded for Edmond. true!" said Caderousse in a choking voice." said the abbe." he said. `and did really put in to the Island of Elba." answered Caderousse. because this action." replied Caderousse. and buried him decently. and so Edmond's father died. Edmond is dead." "Yes. I had only an indistinct understanding of what was passing around me. and if they find this letter upon him. and so energetically. and so I always say to La Carconte. When the emperor returned. sir. the abbe rose and paced up and down pensively." There was a brief silence. though you were present when Dantes was arrested. I have the purse still by me −− a large one. sir. yet you said nothing.'" And Caderousse bowed his head with every sign of real repentance. that was all. I was there." "I understand −− you allowed matters to take their course.The Count of Monte Cristo "True. I often ask pardon of God. those who have supported him will pass for his accomplices. full of courage and real regard. I confess. and offered to receive him in his own house. and very anxious to speak." "Sir. "is M. I said all that a man in such a state could say." said the abbe. "But he knows it all now." replied Caderousse." "Unfortunately. "they say the dead know everything. It was cowardly." "Yes. "The part of an honest man.' said he. "you have spoken unreservedly. "I was there. sir. threatened. 171 . but they both assured me that it was a jest they were carrying on. if he is really charged with a letter for the Bonapartist committee at Paris. that on the second restoration he was persecuted as a Bonapartist. and the night or two before his death. and then resumed his seat." "He did not know. "and remorse preys on me night and day. Ten times. `If he should really be guilty. and has not pardoned me. `Hold your tongue. implored. Morrel still alive?" "Yes.' I confess I had my fears. as I told you. I swear to you. but it was not criminal. as I have already said.

M. after five and twenty years of labor. he has. "Yes. as cashier into a Spanish bank. de Servieux. "What! M. Morrel is utterly ruined. he has a daughter. and which is expected from the Indies with a cargo of cochineal and indigo." said he." "Horrible!" ejaculated the priest. I shall die of hunger. who was about to marry the man she loved. then with that money he speculated in the funds. besides." "What has become of Danglars. like the others. During the war with Spain he was employed in the commissariat of the French army. who through everything has behaved like an angel. sir. while Fernand and Danglars are rolling in wealth. who did not know his crime. "You see. and therefore the most guilty?" "What has become of him? Why. in a peculiar tone. who never did a bad action but that I have told you of −− am in destitution. a lieutenant in the army. he has lost five ships in two years. and made a fortune. having first married his banker's daughter. Danglars is happy. "he is happy. instead of lessening. and was taken. and. a son. and trebled or quadrupled his capital. but if a large fortune produces happiness. who is in high favor at court." "And has the unfortunate man wife or children?" inquired the abbe. who left him a widower. the king's chamberlain. he is almost at the point of dishonor. he left Marseilles. daughter of M. as old Dantes did. has suffered by the bankruptcy of three large houses. a Madame de Nargonne. 172 . as you may suppose." replied the abbe. happy. and there would be an end. and I know not how many millions in his strongbox. with ten horses in his stables." added Caderousse. The Story. six footmen in his ante−chamber. "And it is thus heaven recompenses virtue." "How is that?" "Because their deeds have brought them good fortune. If this ship founders. he has a wife. "He is reduced almost to the last extremity −− nay. only augments his sorrows." Caderousse smiled bitterly." "Ah!" said the abbe. a widow. after having acquired a most honorable name in the trade of Marseilles. and his only hope now is in that very Pharaon which poor Dantes commanded." Chapter 27." continued Caderousse. If he were alone in the world he would blow out his brains. the instigator. he has married a second time. and." "How?" "Yes. "so it is. with my poor wife dying of fever before my very eyes. on the recommendation of M. and they have made him a baron. and now he is the Baron Danglars. and I unable to do anything in the world for her. while honest men have been reduced to misery. happy as myself. he is a ruined man. He is a millionaire. Morrel unhappy?" exclaimed the abbe. I. but whose family now will not allow him to wed the daughter of a ruined man. "he should be rich." "Happy? Who can answer for that? Happiness or unhappiness is the secret known but to one's self and the walls −− walls have ears but no tongue. with a fine residence in the Rue de Mont−Blanc. Morrel.The Count of Monte Cristo "In that case. all this. "Yes.

and followed the general. rendered such services in this brief campaign that. but listen. making an effort at self−control. found Danglars there. Fernand was a Spaniard. Fernand sought and obtained leave to go and serve in Greece. all eyes were turned towards Athens −− it was the fashion to pity and support the Greeks. The night after that battle he was sentry at the door of a general who carried on a secret correspondence with the enemy." "Destiny! destiny!" murmured the abbe. but as I was older than Fernand. with which he returned to France. Fernand was drafted. and you will understand. received promises and made pledges on his own part. Fernand's career was checked by the long peace which seemed likely to endure throughout Europe. but listen: this was not all." The abbe opened his mouth." "So that now?" −− inquired the abbe. The war with Spain being ended. I was only sent to the coast. got on very intimate terms with him. and being sent to Spain to ascertain the feeling of his fellow−countrymen. sir −− he has both fortune and position −− both. and was at the battle of Ligny. The Story. during the Spanish war −− that is to say. Greece only had risen against Turkey. he said. then. "So that now. Some time after." "But how could a poor Catalan fisher−boy. deserted his post. when he was gazetted lieutenant−general. He proposed to Fernand to accompany him. still having his name kept on the army roll. "Yes. he was made colonel. as you know. guided his regiment by paths known to himself alone through the mountain gorges which were held by the royalists. and Fernand was compelled to join. in fact." "This must be impossible!" "It would seem so. make a fortune? I confess this staggers me. 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. without education or resources. gave countenance to volunteer assistance. but before he died he recompensed the services of Fernand by leaving him a considerable sum." "But. hesitated for a moment. That same night the general was to go over to the English. Ali Pasha was killed. The Bourbons left him quietly enough at the Catalans. after the taking of Trocadero. but Napoleon returned. but his action was rewarded by the Bourbons. much the same story. Rue du Helder." continued Caderousse. without protecting them openly. There must have been in his life some strange secret that no one knows. a special levy was made. Fernand would have been court−martialed if Napoleon had remained on the throne. who is in the highest favor. 27. He returned to France with the epaulet of sub−lieutenant. "he owns a magnificent house −− No. and received the title of count and the cross of an officer of the Legion of Honor. and had just married my poor wife. by what visible steps has he attained this high fortune or high position?" "Both. he was a captain in 1823. Paris. and as the protection of the general. was accorded to him. won over the support of the royalists at the capital and in the provinces. as you know. Some days before the return of the emperor.The Count of Monte Cristo "And Fernand?" "Fernand? Why. I went too. "And Mercedes −− they tell me that she has disappeared?" Chapter 27. Fernand was enrolled in the active troop. 173 . and had begun her war of independence. then. went to the frontier with his regiment. and. at the time when Danglars made his early speculations. Fernand agreed to do so." "And it has staggered everybody. The French government.

and to depart himself. whose crime she did not know. stood before her. with a bitter smile. a new affliction overtook her. but the thought. dressed in the uniform of a sub−lieutenant. for he would have been there to reproach her infidelity. and when he learned of the old man's death he returned. At his first coming he had not said a word of love to Mercedes. Chapter 27. There were too many unpleasant possibilities associated with the Catalans. Another possessed all Mercedes' heart. came now in full force upon her mind. no news of Fernand. "Mercedes is at this moment one of the greatest ladies in Paris. her devotion to the elder Dantes. no companionship save that of an old man who was dying with despair. Mercedes was married." "The very church in which she was to have married Edmond. that what you tell me seems less astonishing than it otherwise might. "Her son?" said he. at Perpignan.' The old man died. de Villefort. after long hours of solitary sorrow. "that makes eighteen months in all. the door opened. Three months passed and still she wept −− no news of Edmond. "but although in the eyes of the world she appeared calm. It was not the one she wished for most." "Did you ever see Mercedes again?" inquired the priest. to rise the next day with still more splendor. had disappeared. as I have told you. if he were not. 174 .The Count of Monte Cristo "Disappeared. and whom she regarded as her brother. `Our Edmond is dead. he would return to us. which she had always repelled before when it was suggested to her by another. Suddenly she heard a step she knew.'" "Six months afterwards. He was now a lieutenant. that other was absent. as the sun disappears. where. "yes. In the midst of her despair. she was attending to the education of her son. eighteen months before. "Go on." "Well. "`Frailty. And then." replied Caderousse. The Story. but it seemed as if a part of her past life had returned to her." said the abbe." murmured the priest. perhaps was dead. had he lived. and Fernand. where Fernand had left her. "it seems as if I were listening to the story of a dream. perchance." proceeded Caderousse. and then. Mercedes seized Fernand's hands with a transport which he took for love. Mercedes. and seeing at last a friend. Fernand had never been hated −− he was only not precisely loved." said Caderousse. at the second he reminded her that he loved her. At this last thought Mercedes burst into a flood of tears." continued Caderousse. Mercedes begged for six months more in which to await and mourn for Edmond." said the abbe. she returned to her home more depressed than ever. This was the departure of Fernand −− of Fernand. with an ironical smile. "the marriage took place in the church of Accoules. it must be confessed. after a day of accustomed vigil at the angle of two roads leading to Marseilles from the Catalans. But I have seen things so extraordinary. Fernand." The abbe started. and eight days after the wedding they left Marseilles. the betrothal had been celebrated with him whom she might have known she still loved had she looked to the bottom of her heart. "Yes. she nearly fainted as she passed La Reserve. more happy. during the Spanish war. Fernand saw this. but not more at his ease −− for I saw at this time he was in constant dread of Edmond's return −− Fernand was very anxious to get his wife away. and Mercedes remained alone. too." "Mercedes was at first in the deepest despair at the blow which deprived her of Edmond." "So that. "there was only a change of bride−grooms. thy name is woman. turned anxiously around. and wrung her hands in agony. Fernand went. I have told you of her attempts to propitiate M. had not become the wife of another. but which was only joy at being no longer alone in the world. One evening. What more could the most devoted lover desire?" Then he murmured the words of the English poet." "Has she made a fortune also?" inquired the abbe. old Dantes incessantly said to her.

it is worth fifty thousand francs. I only. She learned drawing. and she developed with his growing fortune. perhaps. who at once shut the blind. and saw Mercedes. then. sir. she is not happy. when I found myself utterly destitute." "But. "ah. have remained poor. Edmond had one friend only. −− "Here. "little Albert. "Yet. take this diamond. Fernand's fortune was already waxing great. and the share he had in Edmond's misfortunes?" "No." "How was that?" "As I went away a purse fell at my feet −− it contained five and twenty louis. "God may seem sometimes to forget for a time. and giving it to Caderousse. she is rich. Besides. as you see. Take the diamond." "You are mistaken. he married Mademoiselle de Saint−Meran. sir. The Story." continued the abbe. assist me. but Madame de Morcerf saw me. I called on Fernand. he never was a friend of mine." continued Caderousse. my friend. while his justice reposes." "Do you not know what became of him. I understood from Edmond that she was the daughter of a simple fisherman." "Oh. beautiful but uneducated. "she must have received an education herself. "Oh. I thought my old friends would. de Villefort?" asked the abbe. "What makes you believe this?" "Why. to be able to instruct her child. "no doubt fortune and honors have comforted her. for me only?" cried Caderousse. but there always comes a moment when he remembers −− and behold −− a proof!" As he spoke. "did he know so little of his lovely betrothed? Mercedes might have been a queen. I believe." "And M. and I had nothing to ask of him. and thus it cannot be divided. a countess. said." "Then you did not see either of them?" "No. I raised my head quickly." replied Caderousse. the abbe took the diamond from his pocket. 175 . I am sure. I did not know him. that she might forget. between ourselves. as high in station as Fernand. and yet" −− Caderousse paused. and sell it. So I went to Danglars." replied the abbe. I only know that some time after Edmond's arrest. my friend." said Caderousse." replied Caderousse. no doubt he has been as lucky as the rest. then. if the crown were to be placed on the heads of the loveliest and most intelligent. But now her position in life is assured. who would not even receive me. she did this in order to distract her mind. do not jest with me!" "This diamond was to have been shared among his friends. and she only filled her head in order to alleviate the weight on her heart. no doubt he is as rich as Danglars. who sent me a hundred francs by his valet−de−chambre. and forgotten. and soon after left Marseilles. it is yours. and I repeat my wish that this Chapter 27. wretched. music −− everything." "What. "And yet what?" asked the abbe.The Count of Monte Cristo "Yes.

The abbe took it. then." "Which. The Story. he saw behind him La Carconte." said the abbe. 176 ." "See. paler and trembling more than ever. "What? That he has given the diamond to us only?" inquired Caderousse. I go far from men who thus so bitterly injure each other. "yes. and then returned by the road he had travelled in coming. and as the recording angel will tell it to the ear of God at the day of the last judgment!" "'Tis well. sir. and ran rapidly in the direction opposite to that which the priest had taken. "Suppose it's false?" Caderousse started and turned pale. and in return gave Caderousse the diamond. who touched the diamond. in a gloomy voice. half bewildered with joy. The abbe smiled. "Well. opened it. "Is. convinced by his manner and tone that Caderousse spoke the truth. and then said. you blockhead!" Caderousse remained for a moment aghast under the weight of such an idea. round which were two copper runners that had once been gilt. "Oh!" he said. my faith as a Christian." he said. but in exchange −− " Caderousse. I will swear to you by my soul's salvation. nothing more true! See. "it is a large sum of money. and gave the abbe a long purse of faded red silk. "we will soon find out. I have told everything to you as it occurred. opened the door himself." "I know what happiness and what despair are." "Oh." cried Caderousse." and Caderousse left the house in haste. then. took his hat and gloves. withdrew his hand." he continued." The woman gazed at it a moment. "give me the red silk purse that M. Take it. taking up his hat. do not make a jest of the happiness or despair of a man. got out and mounted his horse. "Oh. sir. "False! Why should that man give me a false diamond?" "To get your secret without paying for it. and I may believe it in every particular. "in this corner is a crucifix in holy wood −− here on this shelf is my wife's testament. and I will swear upon it with my hand on the crucifix. and which you tell me is still in your hands. who kept uttering his loud farewells. and with the other wiping away the perspiration which bedewed his brow.The Count of Monte Cristo sum may suffice to release you from your wretchedness. which he placed on the red handkerchief tied round his head. "all you have told me is perfectly true." said Caderousse. the fair is on at Beaucaire. and I never make a jest of such feelings. "for no one knew that Edmond had given you this diamond." Caderousse." The abbe with difficulty got away from the enthusiastic thanks of Caderousse. "'Tis well. wife. you are a man of God. all that I have heard really true?" she inquired. but it is not a fortune. −− "Oh. and I shall be back in two hours." replied Caderousse. more and more astonished. Look after the house. sir. there are always jewellers from Paris there. "False!" he muttered. and you might have kept it." Chapter 27. When Caderousse turned around. "In exchange. and may this money profit you! Adieu. went toward a large oaken cupboard. "Fifty thousand francs!" muttered La Carconte when left alone. sir." said the abbe to himself. Morrel left on old Dantes' chimney−piece. here it is. and I will show it to them. putting out one hand timidly. once more saluted the innkeeper." "In what way?" "Why. then. open this book. "you would have done." The abbe rose.

and if there be any grounds for apprehension. de Boville. absorbed in the thought which occupied him at the moment. de Boville. sir. as mayor. We are. did not allow either his memory or his imagination to stray to the past. de Boville." "But. presented himself before the mayor of Marseilles. what is my opinion of M. "your fears are unfortunately but too well founded. although I am a creditor myself to the amount of ten thousand francs." replied the mayor." exclaimed M. two hundred thousand francs in Morrel's hands." said he. to give any information as to the state of his finances. The Englishman." "It looks more like bankruptcy!" exclaimed M. I had informed M. and have been these ten years. Ask of me. I!" Chapter 28. you will most probably find him better informed than myself. and he has been here within the last half−hour to tell me that if his ship. I believe. "this looks very much like a suspension of payment. he would be wholly unable to make this payment. the inspector of prisons. who was to be married in a fortnight. This is all I can say. de Boville was in his private room. as this is a greater amount than mine. I had two hundred thousand francs placed in the hands of Morrel Son. The Prison Register. to ask you for information. "Sir. and a white waistcoat. addressed him in terms nearly similar to those with which he had accosted the mayor of Marseilles. "I am chief clerk of the house of Thomson French. therefore. "I know very well that during the last four or five years misfortune has seemed to pursue M. and suffered by three or four bankruptcies. As to M. and who has up to this time fulfilled every engagement with scrupulous punctuality. sir. half on the 15th of this month. and the other half on the 15th of next month. he has. and you see before you a man in despair. The day after that in which the scene we have just described had taken place on the road between Bellegarde and Beaucaire." The Englishman seemed to appreciate this extreme delicacy. a man of about thirty or two and thirty. M. proceeding with a characteristic British stride towards the street mentioned. with the coolness of his nation. sir. these two hundred thousand francs were the dowry of my daughter. made a gesture of surprise. and we are a little uneasy at reports that have reached us that the firm is on the brink of ruin. that it was evident all the faculties of his mind. but it is not for me. Morrel. Morrel. on perceiving him. nankeen trousers.The Count of Monte Cristo Chapter 28. He has lost four or five vessels." "Sir. if you wish to learn more. of Rome. address yourself to M. I will buy it of you!" "You?" "Yes. did not come into port on the 15th. and I shall say that he is a man honorable to the last degree. having the appearance and accent of an Englishman. that this credit inspires you with considerable apprehension?" "To tell you the truth." "Well. The Englishman appeared to reflect a moment. 177 . Rue de Nouailles. express from Rome. I consider it lost. Morrel of my desire to have these payments punctually. The Prison Register. and these two hundred thousand francs were payable. and then said. I have come. he was in such a state of despair. the Pharaon. of Marseilles. "Oh. then. No. and the Englishman." said the Englishman. which seemed to indicate that it was not the first time he had been in his presence. made his bow and went away. −− "From which it would appear. dressed in a bright blue frock coat. connected with the house of Morrel Son. 15. We have a hundred thousand francs or thereabouts loaned on their securities. de Boville despairingly.

" "Oh. They have. I recollect him perfectly. decidedly. "he was crazy. But all I know. but what sort of madness was it?" Chapter 28. sir." And the Englishman drew from his pocket a bundle of bank−notes. the commission I ask is quite different. that I am ready to hand you over this sum in exchange for your assignment of the debt. I only ask a brokerage. I ought to tell you that. "The commission is usually one and a half." added the Englishman with a laugh. "that is the affair of the house of Thomson French. Our house. that is perfectly just." "That's no affair of mine. The Prison Register." "Name it." "To these registers there are added notes relative to the prisoners?" "There are special reports on every prisoner." replied the Englishman." "What was his name?" "The Abbe Faria. perhaps. which might have been twice the sum M. sir." "You are the inspector of prisons?" "I have been so these fourteen years." "Oh. "does not do things in that way. or even more? Whatever you say. sir. laughing. in all probability. A ray of joy passed across M." "Sir. you will not realize six per cent of this sum." "Well. I beg.The Count of Monte Cristo "But at a tremendous discount. I was educated at home by a poor devil of an abbe. 178 . of course?" "No. and do not do such things −− no." cried M. for two hundred thousand francs. is." "Very possibly. "I am like my house. de Boville. he was. I have since learned that he was confined in the Chateau d'If. in whose name I act." "Of course." "And you will pay" −− "Ready money. some motive to serve in hastening the ruin of a rival firm. and said." "So they said. de Boville's countenance. yet he made an effort at self−control." cried M. de Boville feared to lose." "You keep the registers of entries and departures?" "I do. and I should like to learn some particulars of his death. who disappeared suddenly. will you have two −− three −− five per cent. de Boville." replied the Englishman. −− "Sir.

"I myself had occasion to see this man in 1816 or 1817. de Boville." "You have a good memory. that this Edmond Dantes had procured tools. by his own act disembarrassed the government of the fears it had on his account. and one that showed some courage. no doubt. "As I have already told you. sir.The Count of Monte Cristo "He pretended to know of an immense treasure. and awaited the moment of interment. sir. I shall never forget his countenance!" The Englishman smiled imperceptibly. no doubt. because the poor devil's death was accompanied by a singular incident." "Indeed!" said the Englishman. and he conveyed the dead man into his own cell." "May I ask what that was?" said the Englishman with an expression of curiosity. de Boville." he interposed. "that the two dungeons" −− "Were separated by a distance of fifty feet. thought that prisoners who died in the Chateau d'If were interred in an ordinary burial−ground." "This tunnel was dug. "Oh dear. The Prison Register. He. but unfortunately for the prisoners. to recollect dates so well. and died. the abbe's dungeon was forty or fifty feet distant from that of one of Bonaparte's emissaries. for they found a tunnel through which the prisoners held communication with one another. 179 . −− a very resolute and very dangerous man. on the contrary. sir." "That must have cut short the projects of escape." "It was a bold step." replied M. "And you say. and we could only go into his dungeon with a file of soldiers. "but not for the survivor. and offered vast sums to the government if they would liberate him. he was a very dangerous man. "Yes. this Dantes saw a means of accelerating his escape. yes." "For the dead man. with an intention of escape?" "No doubt. fortunately." "Poor devil! −− and he is dead?" "Yes. or made them. and. took his place in the sack in which they had sewed up the corpse." replied M. sir. the Abbe Faria had an attack of catalepsy." remarked the Englishman. yes. sir. It appears. −− one of those who had contributed the most to the return of the usurper in 1815. but it appears that this Edmond Dantes" −− "This dangerous man's name was" −− "Edmond Dantes." "How was that?" Chapter 28. which a close observer would have been astonished at discovering in his phlegmatic countenance. That man made a deep impression on me." "I recollect this. sir. five or six months ago −− last February.

"Yes." "That would have been difficult." Chapter 28. Excuse me." "Excuse you for what? For the story? By no means." said the Englishman." "Well. "he was drowned?" "Unquestionably. The Prison Register. You understand." said the Englishman. the mortuary deposition." "So that the governor got rid of the dangerous and the crazy prisoner at the same time?" "Precisely. in supreme good−humor at the certainty of recovering his two hundred thousand francs. after fastening a thirty−six pound cannon−ball to their feet. "at the end of his teeth." "No matter. "But to return to these registers. I suppose?" inquired the Englishman." "Yes. indeed." continued the inspector of prisons." "True. sir. this story has diverted our attention from them. and they may have the fact attested whenever they please. He is dead." "The Chateau d'If has no cemetery. you wish to see all relating to the poor abbe. if he had any. they fastened a thirty−six pound ball to his feet." continued the Englishman who first gained his composure. sir." "Oh. I can fancy it. if there were anything to inherit from him." "But some official document was drawn up as to this affair." observed the Englishman as if he were slow of comprehension. "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. "So can I. and threw him into the sea. 180 . it really seems to me very curious. they may do so with easy conscience." And he shouted with laughter. and no mistake about it." replied De Boville. who really was gentleness itself. might have some interest in knowing if he were dead or alive." "Really!" exclaimed the Englishman. Dantes' relations." "Yes. "Well." "So be it. you will much oblige me. and he laughed too. "Yes. but he laughed as the English do. −− "no matter. and they simply throw the dead into the sea." "So that now. So.The Count of Monte Cristo "How? Do you not comprehend?" "No. yes." "And so.

As to the note which accompanied this. placed in a bracket against his name: −− Edmond Dantes. Give me a simple assignment of your debt. who took it without ceremony. examination. perused. the Englishman understood that it might have been added by some inspector who had taken a momentary interest in Dantes' situation. As we have said. while De Boville seated himself in a corner. M. 1815. There he found everything arranged in due order." He rose. de Boville's study. He folded up the accusation quietly. Chapter 29." But it must be said that if he had seen it. 181 . and of happiness that permeates a flourishing and prosperous business establishment −− instead of merry faces at the windows. "Thanks. "I have all I want. however irregular it might be. of comfort. and I will hand you over the money. The House of Morrel Son. delivery 6 o'clock. Any one who had quitted Marseilles a few years previously. from the remarks we have quoted. that he would not have opposed whatever the Englishman might do. Morrel's petition. and discovered that the note in the bracket was the some writing as the certificate −− that is to say. The House of Morrel Son. the application dated 10th April. and I will show it to you. each file of papers its place. too. He was no longer astonished when he searched on to find in the register this note.. "Marseilles. and quickly drew up the required assignment. gave his seat to M. and put it as quietly in his pocket. de Villefort's marginal notes. a terrible weapon against him in the hands of the king's attorney.The Count of Monte Cristo "Go into my study here. −− the accusation. An inveterate Bonapartist." He compared the writing in the bracket with the writing of the certificate placed beneath Morrel's petition. exaggerated with the best intentions (for Napoleon was then on the throne) the services Dantes had rendered to the imperial cause −− services which Villefort's certificates rendered indispensable. now it is for me to perform my promise. but it seemed that the history which the inspector had related interested him greatly. Beneath these lines was written in another hand: "See note above −− nothing can be done. by the deputy procureur's advice. Instead of that air of life. To be kept in strict solitary confinement. and began to read his newspaper. P. and to be closely watched and guarded. and which had the postmark.M. and placed before him the register and documents relative to the Chateau d'If. and had returned at this date." And they both entered M. kept back by Villefort. while the Englishman counted out the bank−notes on the other side of the desk. found it impossible to give any effect to the interest he had felt. This petition to Napoleon. had become. The inspector begged the Englishman to seat himself in an arm−chair. de Boville. from discretion. read the examination. one would have immediately perceived all aspect of sadness and gloom. busy clerks hurrying to and fro in the long corridors −− instead of the court filled with bales of goods. closing the register with a slam. and so much importance to his two hundred thousand francs. He did not see the Englishman fold up and place in his pocket the accusation written by Danglars under the arbor of La Reserve. under the second restoration. the inspector. he attached so little importance to this scrap of paper. was in Villefort's handwriting. for after having perused the first documents he turned over the leaves until he reached the deposition respecting Edmond Dantes. in which Morrel. 27th Feb. well acquainted with the interior of Morrel's warehouse. Out of all the numerous clerks that used to fill the deserted Chapter 29. Everything was here arranged in perfect order." said the latter. had seated himself in a corner. would have found a great change. acknowledge therein the receipt of the cash. each register had its number. giving him all the time he desired for the examination. re−echoing with the cries and the jokes of porters. and saw that the name of Noirtier was not mentioned in it. and that he might not disturb the Abbe Faria's pupil in his researches. The Englishman easily found the entries relative to the Abbe Faria. Then he saw through the whole thing. but who had. took an active part in the return from the Island of Elba. and was reading Le Drapeau Blanc.

Morrel is in his room. the only point on which he would have stood firm against the world. The House of Morrel Son. had been in for a fortnight. no hope but the return of the Pharaon. but his resources were now exhausted. Morrel. Morrel had. Everything was as we have said. M. that it seemed as impossible to him that the house should stop payment. But this vessel which. presented himself at M. He was. threw them into an almost empty drawer. you are the pearl of cashiers " Cocles went away perfectly happy. who looked with anxiety at the stranger. questioned the new−comer. called "Cocles. but the stranger declared that he had nothing to say to M. Morrel in person. and strong in the multiplication−table. and a most singular change had taken place in his position. come in anxiety to question the head of the house. with a melancholy smile. Morrel's daughter. The young man." a nickname given him by the young men who used to throng this vast now almost deserted bee−hive. and that his business was with M. have replied to any one who addressed him by it. Such was the state of affairs when. the confidential clerk of the house of Thomson French of Rome. Morrel's. but inflexible on the subject of arithmetic. Morrel. Cocles. who was in love with M. saying: −− "Thanks. Morrel had passed many an anxious hour. flattered him more than a present of fifty crowns. Cocles had detected an overbalance of fourteen sous in his cash. he had collected all his resources. On the staircase they met a beautiful girl of sixteen or seventeen. in reality. and. however. on the contrary. and during twenty years he had always seen all payments made with such exactitude. so all the numerous clerks had by degrees deserted the office and the warehouse. One was a young man of three or four and twenty. Cocles was the only one unmoved. But this did not arise from a want of affection. as it would to a miller that the river that had so long turned his mill should cease to flow.The Count of Monte Cristo corridor and the empty office. Cocles went first. from a firm conviction. wishing to spare his employer the pain of this interview. But since the end of the month M. Morrel's service. but two remained. fearing lest the report of his distress should get bruited abroad at Marseilles when he was known to be reduced to such an extremity. Morrel. of whose departure he had learnt from a vessel which had weighed anchor at the same time. Cocles had seen them go without thinking of inquiring the cause of their departure. Nothing had as yet occurred to shake Cocles' belief. the day after his interview with M. and which had already arrived in harbor. which he had at his fingers' ends. no matter what scheme or what trap was laid to catch him. came from Calcutta. while no intelligence had been received of the Pharaon. owing to the reports afloat. in all probability. and the same evening he had brought them to M. Cocles appeared. and the stranger followed him. good. By this means the end of the month was passed. a question of arithmetic to Cocles. is he not. Credit. In the midst of the disasters that befell the house. patient. and had remained with him in spite of the efforts of his friends to induce him to withdraw. Mademoiselle Julie?" said the cashier. de Boville. this young man was alarmed by the appearance of every new face. and the young man bade him conduct the stranger to M. Emmanuel received him. and sunk to the rank of a servant. himself the pearl of the honest men of Marseilles. Chapter 29. the last month's payment had been made with the most scrupulous exactitude. de Boville. like the Pharaon. he had at the same time risen to the rank of cashier. "M. Cocles remained in M. Emmanuel. 182 . the same Cocles. the other was an old one−eyed cashier. who. and the one hundred thousand francs due on the 15th of the next month to M. even against M. he went to the Beaucaire fair to sell his wife's and daughter's jewels and a portion of his plate. for every new face might be that of a new creditor. Like the rats that one by one forsake the doomed ship even before the vessel weighs anchor. In order to meet the payments then due. was no longer to be had. Morrel's apartment. and which had so completely replaced his real name that he would not. for this eulogium of M. and summoned Cocles. Emmanuel sighed. and to meet the one hundred thousand francs due on the 10th of the present month. devoted." or "Cock−eye.

to whom they are due. of course. and his look. and for a considerable sum. evidently mingled with interest." The young girl turned pale and continued to descend. You acknowledge. was now in his fiftieth. and. you are aware from whom I come?" "The house of Thomson French." Chapter 29. taking a quantity of papers from his pocket." "Just so. returned and signed to him that he could enter. arose. mademoiselle. "an assignment of 200. 183 .000 or 400. M. the inspector of prisons. conducted the stranger into an ante−chamber. in his thirty−sixth year at the opening of this history. "Here is. Morrel does not know my name. at least. that you owe this sum to him?" "Yes. She entered the office where Emmanuel was." said the young girl hesitatingly. and passed his hand over his forehead. and after having left the clerk of the house of Thomson French alone. I think so. monsieur. and when he had seen him seated." said Morrel. and offered a seat to the stranger. The Englishman entered. "Go and see. and found Morrel seated at a table." "He has told you rightly. At the sight of the stranger. once so firm and penetrating. while the stranger and Cocles continued to mount the staircase. and charged me as they became due to present them. which was covered with perspiration. The House of Morrel Son. time and sorrow had ploughed deep furrows on his brow. his hair had turned white. opened a door in the corner of a landing−place on the second staircase. knowing your strict punctuality.000 francs to our house by M. which contained the list of his liabilities. this worthy gentleman has only to announce the confidential clerk of the house of Thomson French of Rome. they are all signed by you. half the 15th of next. "you wish to speak to me?" "Yes. which he closed behind him. by the aid of a key he possessed. The house of Thomson French had 300. and to employ the money otherwise. opened a second door. turning over the formidable columns of his ledger.000 francs to pay this month in France. at least. while Cocles. sir. Fourteen years had changed the worthy merchant. announce this gentleman. whose uneasiness was increased by this examination.500 francs payable shortly.The Count of Monte Cristo "Yes." said the Englishman. as if he feared being forced to fix his attention on some particular thought or person. with whom your father does business. have collected all the bills bearing your signature. "you hold bills of mine?" "Yes. Morrel closed the ledger. he placed the money in my hands at four and a half per cent nearly five years ago. "So then." "What is the amount?" asked Morrel with a voice he strove to render firm. Cocles." Morrel sighed deeply. and assigned to our house by the holders." returned the Englishman. de Boville. and now here are 32." said Morrel. and if my father is there. who. so my cashier tells me." "When are you to pay?" "Half the 15th of this month." "It will be useless to announce me. was now irresolute and wandering. "M. "Monsieur. The Englishman looked at him with an air of curiosity. resumed his own chair.

" Chapter 29. but she is not mine. I shall pay. a vessel was coming into port." At this almost brutal speech Morrel turned deathly pale. but if the Pharaon should be lost. "up to this time −− 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." said he. 184 . yet the report is current in Marseilles that you are not able to meet your liabilities. "To questions frankly put." said he. after a moment's silence." murmured the Englishman. "Two hundred and eighty−seven thousand five hundred francs. a young man. "Yes.500 francs. she comes from India also." said the other. of which I have been the victim." "I know it. "then you have but one hope. "Sir. The House of Morrel Son. sir. I must habituate myself to shame." repeated he. who still adheres to my fallen fortunes. "I will not. "a straightforward answer should be given. passes a part of his time in a belvidere at the top of the house. "In business." said he. and this last resource be gone" −− the poor man's eyes filled with tears." "The last?" "The last. for its arrival will again procure me the credit which the numerous accidents. "But as a man of honor should answer another. sir. "Is this all?" "No. I fear I shall be forced to suspend payment. "one has no friends. he has informed me of the arrival of this ship." returned Morrel." "It is true.000 francs. who spoke with more assurance than he had hitherto shown. sir. and looked at the man. she is a Bordeaux vessel." "Have you no friends who could assist you?" Morrel smiled mournfully.The Count of Monte Cristo "I recognize them. amounting to nearly 55." It is impossible to describe what Morrel suffered during this enumeration. have deprived me. La Gironde. tell me fairly. in all." "But one. "conceal from you. 287. my vessel arrives safely. he would be unable to honor his own signature. only correspondents." "I know that." replied the Englishman. and the house of Wild Turner of Marseilles. who had himself conducted it for five and thirty years −− never has anything bearing the signature of Morrel Son been dishonored. that while your probity and exactitude up to this moment are universally acknowledged. whose face was suffused. shall you pay these with the same punctuality?" Morrel shuddered." replied the Englishman. Yes. I have for the end of the month these bills which have been assigned to us by the house of Pascal. as I hope." said Morrel. "Well. "if this last resource fail you?" "Well. −− completely ruined!" "As I was on my way here. "it is a cruel thing to be forced to say. if. as he thought that." "So that if this fail" −− "I am ruined. but. for the first time in his life." "And it is not yours?" "No. already used to misfortune." continued he.

"And the crew?" asked Morrel. but his strength failed him and he sank into a chair. The Pharaon left Calcutta the 5th February. my God. "for I presume you are all at the door. stopped at the door." murmured Morrel. "What is the meaning of that noise?" "Oh." said he. twirling the remains of a tarpaulin between his hands." Then in a low voice Morrel added." Scarcely had he uttered those words than Madame Morrel entered weeping bitterly." said the girl. and the creaking of hinges was audible. "Come in. Julie threw herself into his arms. "Good−day. Emmanuel stood in the centre of the chamber and seemed to form the link between Morrel's family and the sailors at the door. He would have spoken. M." "What is that?" said the Englishman. as if he had just quitted Marseilles the previous evening. turning pale. supporting himself by the arm of the chair. but she made an affirmative sign with her head as she lay on her father's breast. "Thanks. "courage!" "The Pharaon has gone down. father. uncertainty is still hope. she ought to have been here a month ago. A key was inserted in the lock of the first door. 185 ." said Morrel. then restrained himself. Emmanuel followed her. Morrel. her eyes bathed with tears. and half−stifled sobs. "what is it?" A loud noise was heard on the stairs of people moving hastily. which were those of several persons. "and tell us all about it. oh!" cried Morrel.The Count of Monte Cristo "Perhaps she has spoken the Pharaon. The young girl did not speak." Morrel raised his two hands to heaven with an expression of resignation and sublime gratitude. the stranger gazing at him with an air of profound pity. "at least thou strikest but me alone. Morrel rose and advanced to the door. clasping her hands. and retired into the farthest and most obscure corner of the apartment. bronzed by the tropical sun. The two men remained opposite one another. Morrel trembling in every limb. "Oh. Madame Morrel sat down by her husband and took one of his hands in hers. The noise had ceased. Chapter 29. and something must follow. Morrel rose tremblingly. At the sight of these men the Englishman started and advanced a step. come in. "Draw nearer." An old seaman. father!" murmured she. Julie still lay with her head on his shoulder. but it seemed that Morrel expected something −− something had occasioned the noise. −− "This delay is not natural. and brings you some tidings of her?" "Shall I tell you plainly one thing. sir? I dread almost as much to receive any tidings of my vessel as to remain in doubt." Morrel again changed color." A tear moistened the eye of the phlegmatic Englishman." At this instant the second door opened. advanced. Penelon. appeared. and that the footsteps. "Saved. "Cocles and Julie. but his voice failed him. "There are only two persons who have the key to that door." said the young man. then?" said Morrel in a hoarse voice. "Oh. father!" said she. "saved by the crew of the vessel that has just entered the harbor." said he. "forgive your child for being the bearer of evil tidings. The stranger fancied he heard footsteps on the stairs. and the young girl. "How did this happen?" said Morrel. The House of Morrel Son. and had just returned from Aix or Toulon. and in the antechamber were visible the rough faces of seven or eight half−naked sailors.

now tell your story. that makes five. and M.' I says. Morrel will have nothing to reproach us with." returned Morrel. `All hands to the pumps!' I shouted. `Penelon. and you will see him in a few days all alive and hearty. and it seemed the more we pumped the more came in. or I don't know what's what." "Well. wait a minute. but still it rose. ten minutes after we struck our tops'ls and scudded under bare poles. advanced his foot. there was already three feet of water." "Well done!" said the Englishman. `Well. The House of Morrel Son. `we have still too much canvas set. my lads. and we sailed under mizzen−tops'ls and to'gall'nt sails." Penelon rolled his quid in his cheek. we have tried to save the ship. `Come.' −− `That's my opinion too.' cried the captain. as quick as you can.' answered he. and the vessel began to heel. all hands lower the mains'l!' Five minutes after. `I will blow the brains out of the first man who leaves the pump. M. not much. turned his head. but in twelve hours that makes two feet. "We did better than that.' `I think you're right." "The vessel was very old to risk that. Penelon put his hand over his eyes. after four hours' work. we can die but once. Morrel. the squall was on us. "I should have taken four reefs in the topsails and furled the spanker. it was down. but it was too late. and the sea gone down. "Eh. give me the helm. "we were somewhere between Cape Blanc and Cape Boyador.' You could see the wind coming like the dust at Montredon. it was that that did the business. and go down into the hold. sailing with a fair breeze.' It was time.' said the captain. haul out the reef−tackles on the yards. sonorous. `since we are sinking." continued the sailor. `Ah. `and I'll take precautions accordingly." said the old sailor respectfully. and three we had before. and that they would not be so black if they didn't mean mischief. To the boats. a sailor is attached to his ship.' cries the captain. Morrel. lower the to'gall'nt sails. `we have done all in our power. M." said the Englishman. `Take in two reefs in the tops'ls. `I think we are sinking. `Ah. but please God. it won't be much.' said the captain. captain? Why I think that they are rising faster than they have any business to do. `let go the bowlin's. who could not refrain from smiling through his tears. when Captain Gaumard comes up to me −− I was at the helm I should tell you −− and says." continued Penelon. balanced himself. and descended. "where is the captain?" "The captain. haul the brace. but Chapter 29. "There's nothing gives you so much courage as good reasons. We are carrying too much canvas.The Count of Monte Cristo "Good−day. and sent a long jet of tobacco−juice into the antechamber. "and during that time the wind had abated. south−south−west after a week's calm. −− "You see. Penelon. "you see.' Now. Penelon. `very well. all hands! Take in the studding−sl's and stow the flying jib. and unexpected voice made every one start. only two inches an hour. `we shall have a gale. and then stared at the man who thus criticized the manoeuvres of his captain. we shall have a tempest. and began. but the water kept rising. luckily the captain understood his business.' I gave him the helm.' said the captain. sir.' said he. 186 . `Penelon." said the Englishman.' said the captain. Two inches an hour does not seem much. let us sink.' said I. −− he has stayed behind sick at Palma. what do you think of those clouds coming up over there?' I was just then looking at them myself. `what makes you shake your head?' `Why. M. let us now save ourselves. `What do I think.' said the captain." His firm. Morrel. Penelon." said he. Penelon. there.' `A gale? More than that.' `That's the example you set. `I still think you've got too much on. Avast. "we put the helm up to run before the tempest. placed his hand before his mouth.' He went into his cabin and came back with a brace of pistols. after pitching heavily for twelve hours we sprung a leak.'" "That was not enough for those latitudes.

and seemed to say. The captain descended last." said the poor owner mournfully. spun round and round. M. three months. M. What wages are due to you?" "Oh." "I have no money to build ships with." Penelon turned to his companions. my friends. that the ship was sinking under us. and then good−by to the Pharaon." said he." added be. Morrel. again turning his quid. like the Pharaon. thanks!" cried Morrel gratefully. or rather. when we saw La Gironde. that's the whole truth. enter his service." said Penelon. "I am not angry. and that we will wait for the rest. but times are changed." These last words produced a prodigious effect on the seaman. you are then angry with us!" "No. Ten minutes after she pitched forward. It was time. don't let us talk of that. and then I jumped after him. Morrel. "Well. blessed be his name. on the honor of a sailor. Morrel. "you send us away. There now.The Count of Monte Cristo still more to his life. and took us all on board. Morrel. we all say that fifty francs will be enough for us at present. besides. "As for that. As for us. quite the contrary. we made signals of distress. The House of Morrel Son. "I know there was no one in fault but destiny. under bare poles. so we did not wait to be told twice. the more so. he did not descend. she perceived us. we can scud. Penelon.' We soon launched the boat. and threw him into the boat. well. you fellows there?" A general murmur of approbation showed that the narrator had faithfully detailed their misfortunes and sufferings." said M." "No more money? Then you must not pay us. made for us. we were three days without anything to eat or drink. is not it true. we'll wait for you. and if you can find another employer. M. so that we began to think of drawing lots who should feed the rest." "Well. and therefore I do not want any sailors. but I have no more ships. you'll build some. "take it −− take it." said M. fortunately he recovered. but we will talk of it. Give them. "I should have said. "What. and exchanged a few words with them. M. and the little money that remains to me is not my own. 187 ." "Well" −− "Well. for just as I jumped the deck burst with a noise like the broadside of a man−of−war. "Cocles. "so I cannot accept your kind offer. "At another time. `Get along −− save yourselves. he would not quit the vessel. Penelon nearly swallowed his quid. It was the will of God that this should happen. no. pay two hundred francs to each of these good fellows. "as for that" −− "As for what?" "The money." said Morrel. "well. you are free to do so. two hundred francs over as a present. and all eight of us got into it." "No more ships!" returned Penelon. Morrel. and I do not send you away." Chapter 29." "Thanks. so I took him round the waist. then the other way. Morrel!" said he in a low voice. then." "Yes. then.

' Do exactly what the letter bids you. "leave me. The House of Morrel Son. "Yes. I shall come to receive the money. "and I will pay you −− or I shall he dead. "Two months. The two women looked at this person whose presence they had entirely forgotten. renew these bills up to the 5th of September. but. almost overpowered." "I see. The Englishman received his thanks with the phlegm peculiar to his nation." "Yes. conducted him to the staircase. we shall meet again in a happier time. "one day you will receive a letter signed `Sinbad the Sailor. "that a fresh and unmerited misfortune his overwhelmed you. "But. in which he had taken no part. clasping her hands. "Let me see." said Morrel. "I will give you three. 188 .The Count of Monte Cristo "Enough." "At least. To−day is the 5th of June." "Well. however strange it may appear. and Morrel." said he. except the few words we have mentioned. at least." "I shall expect you. and this only increases my desire to serve you. enough!" cried Morrel. Morrel?" asked Penelon. she pretended to be descending. and I have nothing further to tell you." replied the stranger. who had remained motionless in the corner during this scene." returned the Englishman. sir. M. and on the 5th of September at eleven o'clock (the hand of the clock pointed to eleven). "Oh. The stranger met Julie on the stairs. Emmanuel. "Now. "Well. "will the house of Thomson French consent?" "Oh." returned Julie. Chapter 29. Now go. sinking into a chair. and retired." asked Morrel. we shall see each other again. the old ones destroyed. I hope so. "Mademoiselle." "Oh." He made a sign to Cocles. "you have heard all. as she left the apartment. who went first." "How long a delay do you wish for?" −− Morrel reflected. are the first that will fall due. "I am one of your largest creditors." These last words were uttered in so low a tone that the stranger could not hear them. and consequently my life." returned Morrel. sir" −− said she. and the poor ship−owner found himself with three months before him to collect his resources. I take everything on myself. "leave me. The two men were left alone. go with them." "Yes. but in reality she was waiting for him." said the stranger. to which he replied by a smile that an indifferent spectator would have been surprised to see on his stern features. The bills were renewed. Julie gave the stranger a supplicating glance." said the owner to his wife and daughter." continued the stranger." "Do you wish for time to pay?" "A delay would save my honor. overwhelming him with grateful blessings. at least. I wish to speak with this gentleman." "Your bills." And he glanced towards the clerk of Thomson French. I pray you. and see that my orders are executed. sir. the seamen followed him and Emmanuel brought up the rear. sir!" cried Morrel.

The Count of Monte Cristo "Do you promise?" "I swear to you I will." "It is well. Adieu, mademoiselle. Continue to be the good, sweet girl you are at present, and I have great hopes that heaven will reward you by giving you Emmanuel for a husband." Julie uttered a faint cry, blushed like a rose, and leaned against the baluster. The stranger waved his hand, and continued to descend. In the court he found Penelon, who, with a rouleau of a hundred francs in either hand, seemed unable to make up his mind to retain them. "Come with me, my friend," said the Englishman; "I wish to speak to you."

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The Count of Monte Cristo corner of the landing−place, passed his quid from one cheek to the other, stared stupidly with his great eyes, and only acknowledged the squeeze of the hand which Morrel as usual gave him by a slight pressure in return. Morrel attributed Penelon's embarrassment to the elegance of his attire; it was evident the good fellow had not gone to such an expense on his own account; he was, no doubt, engaged on board some other vessel, and thus his bashfulness arose from the fact of his not having, if we may so express ourselves, worn mourning for the Pharaon longer. Perhaps he had come to tell Captain Gaumard of his good luck, and to offer him employment from his new master. "Worthy fellows!" said Morrel, as he went away, "may your new master love you as I loved you, 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. On the 20th of August it was known at Marseilles that he had left town in the mailcoach, and then it was said that the bills would go to protest at the end of the month, and that Morrel had gone away and left his chief clerk Emmanuel, and his cashier Cocles, to meet the creditors. But, contrary to all expectation, when the 31st of August came, the house opened as usual, and Cocles appeared behind the grating of the counter, examined all bills presented with the usual scrutiny, and, from first to last, paid all with the usual precision. There came in, moreover, two drafts which M. Morrel had fully anticipated, and which Cocles paid as punctually as the bills which the shipowner had accepted. All this was incomprehensible, and then, with the tenacity peculiar to prophets of bad news, the failure was put off until the end of September. On the 1st, Morrel returned; he was awaited by his family with extreme anxiety, for from this journey to Paris they hoped great things. Morrel had thought of Danglars, who was now immensely rich, and had lain under great obligations to Morrel in former days, since to him it was owing that Danglars entered the service of the Spanish banker, with whom he had laid the foundations of his vast wealth. It was said at this moment that Danglars was worth from six to eight millions of francs, and had unlimited credit. Danglars, then, without taking a crown from his pocket, could save Morrel; he had but to pass his word for a loan, and Morrel was saved. Morrel had long thought of Danglars, but had kept away from some instinctive motive, and had delayed as long as possible availing himself of this last resource. And Morrel was right, for he returned home crushed by the humiliation of a refusal. Yet, on his arrival, Morrel did not utter a complaint, or say one harsh word. He embraced his weeping wife and daughter, pressed Emmanuel's hand with friendly warmth, and then going to his private room on the second floor had sent for Cocles. "Then," said the two women to Emmanuel, "we are indeed ruined." It was agreed in a brief council held among them, that Julie should write to her brother, who was in garrison at Nimes, to come to them as speedily as possible. The poor women felt instinctively that they required all their strength to support the blow that impended. Besides, Maximilian Morrel, though hardly two and twenty, had great influence over his father. He was a strong−minded, upright young man. At the time when he decided on his profession his father had no desire to choose for him, but had consulted young Maximilian's taste. He had at once declared for a military life, and had in consequence studied hard, passed brilliantly through the Polytechnic School, and left it as sub−lieutenant of the 53d of the line. For a year he had held this rank, and expected promotion on the first vacancy. In his regiment Maximilian Morrel was noted for his rigid observance, not only of the obligations imposed on a soldier, but also of the duties of a man; 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, and did not even know what it meant. 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. They had not mistaken the gravity of this event, for the moment after Morrel had entered his private office with Cocles, Julie saw the latter leave it pale, trembling, and his features betraying the utmost consternation. 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The Count of Monte Cristo "Maximilian, my dearest brother!" she cried. At these words Madame Morrel rose, and threw herself into her son's arms. "Mother," said the young man, looking alternately at Madame Morrel and her daughter, "what has occurred −− what has happened? Your letter has frightened me, and I have come hither with all speed." "Julie," said Madame Morrel, making a sign to the young man, "go and tell your father that Maximilian has just arrived." The young lady rushed out of the apartment, but on the first step of the staircase she found a man holding a letter in his hand. "Are you not Mademoiselle Julie Morrel?" inquired the man, with a strong Italian accent. "Yes, sir," replied Julie with hesitation; "what is your pleasure? I do not know you." "Read this letter," he said, handing it to her. Julie hesitated. "It concerns the best interests of your father," said the messenger. The young girl hastily took the letter from him. She opened it quickly and read: −− "Go this moment to the Allees de Meillan, enter the house No. 15, ask the porter for the key of the room on the fifth floor, enter the apartment, take from the corner of the mantelpiece a purse netted in red silk, and give it to your father. It is important that he should receive it before eleven o'clock. You promised to obey me implicitly. Remember your oath. "Sinbad the Sailor." The young girl uttered a joyful cry, raised her eyes, looked round to question the messenger, but he had disappeared. She cast her eyes again over the note to peruse it a second time, and saw there was a postscript. She read: −− "It is important that you should fulfil this mission in person and alone. If you go accompanied by any other person, or should any one else go in your place, the porter will reply that he does not know anything about it." This postscript decreased greatly the young girl's happiness. 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. But there is no need to know danger in order to fear it; indeed, it may be observed, that it is usually unknown perils that inspire the greatest terror. Julie hesitated, and resolved to take counsel. Yet, through a singular impulse, it was neither to her mother nor her brother that she applied, but to 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, related the scene on the staircase, repeated the promise she had made, and showed him the letter. "You must go, then, mademoiselle," said Emmanuel. "Go there?" murmured Julie. "Yes; I will accompany you." "But did you not read that I must be alone?" said Julie. "And you shall be alone," replied the young man. "I will await you at the corner of the Rue de Musee, and if you are so long absent as to make me uneasy, I will hasten to rejoin you, and woe to him of whom you shall have cause to complain to me!"

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The Count of Monte Cristo "Then, Emmanuel?" said the young girl with hesitation, "it is your opinion that I should obey this invitation?" "Yes. Did not the messenger say your father's safety depended upon it?" "But what danger threatens him, then, Emmanuel?" she asked. Emmanuel hesitated a moment, but his desire to make Julie decide immediately made him reply. "Listen," he said; "to−day is the 5th of September, is it not?" "Yes." "To−day, then, at eleven o'clock, your father has nearly three hundred thousand francs to pay?" "Yes, we know that." "Well, then," continued Emmanuel, "we have not fifteen thousand francs in the house." "What will happen then?" "Why, if to−day before eleven o'clock your father has not found someone who will come to his aid, he will be compelled at twelve o'clock to declare himself a bankrupt." "Oh, come, then, come!" cried she, hastening away with the young man. During this time, Madame Morrel had told her son everything. The young man knew quite well that, after the succession of misfortunes which had befallen his father, great changes had taken place in the style of living and housekeeping; but he did not know that matters had reached such a point. He was thunderstruck. Then, rushing hastily out of the apartment, he ran up−stairs, expecting to find his father in his study, but he rapped there in vain. While he was yet at the door of the study he heard the bedroom door open, turned, and saw his father. Instead of going direct to his study, M. Morrel had returned to his bed−chamber, which he was only this moment quitting. Morrel uttered a cry of surprise at the sight of his son, of whose arrival he was ignorant. He remained motionless on the spot, pressing with his left hand something he had concealed under his coat. Maximilian sprang down the staircase, and threw his arms round his father's neck; but suddenly he recoiled, and placed his right hand on Morrel's breast. "Father," he exclaimed, turning pale as death, "what are you going to do with that brace of pistols under your coat?" "Oh, this is what I feared!" said Morrel. "Father, father, in heaven's name," exclaimed the young man, "what are these weapons for?" "Maximilian," replied Morrel, looking fixedly at his son, "you are a man, and a man of honor. Come, and I will explain to you." And with a firm step Morrel went up to his study, while Maximilian followed him, trembling as he went. Morrel opened the door, and closed it behind his son; then, crossing the anteroom, went to his desk on which he placed the pistols, and pointed with his finger to an open ledger. In this ledger was made out an exact balance−sheet of his affair's. Morrel had to pay, within half an hour, 287,500 francs. All he possessed was 15,257 francs. "Read!" said Morrel.

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The Count of Monte Cristo The young man was overwhelmed as he read. Morrel said not a word. What could he say? What need he add to such a desperate proof in figures? "And have you done all that is possible, father, to meet this disastrous result?" asked the young man, after a moment's pause. "I have," replied Morrel. "You have no money coming in on which you can rely?" "None." "You have exhausted every resource?" "All." "And in half an hour," said Maximilian in a gloomy voice, "our name is dishonored!" "Blood washes out dishonor," said Morrel. "You are right, father; I understand you." Then extending his hand towards one of the pistols, he said, "There is one for you and one for me −− thanks!" Morrel caught his hand. "Your mother −− your sister! Who will support them?" A shudder ran through the young man's frame. "Father," he said, "do you reflect that you are bidding me to live?" "Yes, I do so bid you," answered Morrel, "it is your duty. You have a calm, strong mind, Maximilian. Maximilian, you are no ordinary man. I make no requests or commands; I only ask you to examine my position as if it were your own, and then judge for yourself." The young man reflected for a moment, then an expression of sublime resignation appeared in his eyes, and with a slow and sad gesture he took off his two epaulets, the insignia of his rank. "Be it so, then, my father," he said, extending his hand to Morrel, "die in peace, my father; I will live." Morrel was about to cast himself on his knees before his son, but Maximilian caught him in his arms, and those two noble hearts were pressed against each other for a moment. "You know it is not my fault," said Morrel. Maximilian smiled. "I know, father, you are the most honorable man I have ever known." "Good, my son. And now there is no more to be said; go and rejoin your mother and sister." "My father," said the young man, bending his knee, "bless me!" Morrel took the head of his son between his two hands, drew him forward, and kissing his forehead several times said, "Oh, yes, yes, I bless you in my own name, and in the name of three generations of irreproachable men, who say through me, `The edifice which misfortune has destroyed, providence may build up again.' On seeing me die such a death, the most inexorable will have pity on you. To you, perhaps, they will accord the time they have refused to me. Then do your best to keep our name free from dishonor. Go to work, labor, young man, struggle ardently and courageously; live, yourself, your mother and sister, with the most rigid economy, so that from day to day the property of those whom I leave in your hands may augment and fructify. Reflect how glorious a day it will be, how grand, how solemn, that day of complete restoration, on which you will say in this very office, `My father died because he could not do what I have this day done; but he died calmly and peaceably, because in dying he knew what I should do.'" "My father, my father!" cried the young man, "why should you not live?" "If I live, all would be changed; if I live, interest would be converted into doubt, pity into hostility; if I live I am only a man who his broken his word, failed in his engagements −− in fact, only a bankrupt. If, on the contrary, I die, remember, Maximilian, my corpse is that of an honest but unfortunate man. Living, my best Chapter 30. The Fifth of September. 194

The Count of Monte Cristo friends would avoid my house; dead, all Marseilles will follow me in tears to my last home. Living, you would feel shame at my name; dead, you may raise your head and say, `I am the son of him you killed, because, for the first time, he has been compelled to break his word.'" The young man uttered a groan, but appeared resigned. "And now," said Morrel, "leave me alone, and endeavor to keep your mother and sister away." "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, and therefore he had suggested it. Morrel shook his head. "I saw her this morning, and bade her adieu." "Have you no particular commands to leave with me, my father?" inquired Maximilian in a faltering voice. "Yes; my son, and a sacred command." "Say it, my father." "The house of Thomson French is the only one who, from humanity, or, it may be, selfishness −− it is not for me to read men's hearts −− has had any pity for me. Its agent, who will in ten minutes present himself to receive the amount of a bill of 287,500 francs, I will not say granted, but offered me three months. Let this house be the first repaid, my son, and respect this man." "Father, I will," said Maximilian. "And now, once more, adieu," said Morrel. "Go, leave me; I would be alone. You will find my will in the secretary in my bedroom." The young man remained standing and motionless, having but the force of will and not the power of execution. "Hear me, Maximilian," said his father. "Suppose I was a soldier like you, and ordered to carry a certain redoubt, and you knew I must be killed in the assault, would you not say to me, as you said just now, `Go, father; for you are dishonored by delay, and death is preferable to shame!'" "Yes, yes," said the young man, "yes;" and once again embracing his father with convulsive pressure, he said, "Be it so, my father." And he rushed out of the study. When his son had left him, Morrel remained an instant standing with his eyes fixed on the door; then putting forth his arm, he pulled the bell. After a moment's interval, Cocles appeared. It was no longer the same man −− the fearful revelations of the three last days had crushed him. This thought −− the house of Morrel is about to stop payment −− bent him to the earth more than twenty years would otherwise have done. "My worthy Cocles," said Morrel in a tone impossible to describe, "do you remain in the ante−chamber. When the gentleman who came three months ago −− the agent of Thomson French −− arrives, announce his arrival to me." Cocles made no reply; he made a sign with his head, went into the anteroom, and seated himself. Morrel fell back in his chair, his eyes fixed on the clock; there were seven minutes left, that was all. The hand moved on with incredible rapidity, he seemed to see its motion.

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

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The Count of Monte Cristo fancy into his head (having already visited Corsica, the cradle of Bonaparte) to visit Elba, the waiting−place of Napoleon. One evening he cast off the painter of a sailboat from the iron ring that secured it to the dock at Leghorn, wrapped himself in his coat and lay down, and said to the crew, −− "To the Island of Elba!" The boat shot out of the harbor like a bird and the next morning Franz disembarked at Porto−Ferrajo. He traversed the island, after having followed the traces which the footsteps of the giant have left, and re−embarked for Marciana. Two hours after he again landed at Pianosa, where he was assured that red partridges abounded. The sport was bad; Franz only succeeded in killing a few partridges, and, like every unsuccessful sportsman, he returned to the boat very much out of temper. "Ah, if your excellency chose," said the captain, "you might have capital sport." "Where?" "Do you see that island?" continued the captain, pointing to a conical pile rising from the indigo sea. "Well, what is this island?" "The Island of Monte Cristo." "But I have no permission to shoot over this island." "Your excellency does not require a permit, for the island is uninhabited." "Ah, indeed!" said the young man. "A desert island in the midst of the Mediterranean must be a curiosity." "It is very natural; this island is a mass of rocks, and does not contain an acre of land capable of cultivation." "To whom does this island belong?" "To Tuscany." "What game shall I find there!" "Thousands of wild goats." "Who live upon the stones, I suppose," said Franz with an incredulous smile. "No, but by browsing the shrubs and trees that grow out of the crevices of the rocks." "Where can I sleep?" "On shore in the grottos, or on board in your cloak; besides, if your excellency pleases, we can leave as soon as you like −− we can sail as well by night as by day, and if the wind drops we can use our oars." As Franz had sufficient time, and his apartments at Rome were not yet available, he accepted the proposition. Upon his answer in the affirmative, the sailors exchanged a few words together in a low tone. "Well," asked he, "what now? Is there any difficulty in the way?" "No." replied the captain, "but we must warn your excellency that the island is an infected port."

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The Count of Monte Cristo "What do you mean?" "Monte Cristo although uninhabited, yet serves occasionally as a refuge for the smugglers and pirates who come from Corsica, Sardinia, and Africa, and if it becomes known that we have been there, we shall have to perform quarantine for six days on our return to Leghorn." "The deuce! That puts a different face on the matter. Six days! Why, that's as long as the Almighty took to make the world! Too long a wait −− too long." "But who will say your excellency has been to Monte Cristo?" "Oh, I shall not," cried Franz. "Nor I, nor I," chorused the sailors. "Then steer for Monte Cristo." The captain gave his orders, the helm was put up, and the boat was soon sailing in the direction of the island. Franz waited until all was in order, and when the sail was filled, and the four sailors had taken their places −− three forward, and one at the helm −− he resumed the conversation. "Gaetano," said he to the captain, "you tell me Monte Cristo serves as a refuge for pirates, who are, it seems to me, a very different kind of game from the goats." "Yes, your excellency, and it is true." "I knew there were smugglers, but I thought that since the capture of Algiers, and the destruction of the regency, pirates existed only in the romances of Cooper and Captain Marryat." "Your excellency is mistaken; there are pirates, like the bandits who were believed to have been exterminated by Pope Leo XII., and who yet, every day, rob travellers at the gates of Rome. Has not your excellency heard that the French charge d'affaires was robbed six months ago within five hundred paces of Velletri?" "Oh, yes, I heard that." "Well, then, if, like us, your excellency lived at Leghorn, you would hear, from time to time, that a little merchant vessel, or an English yacht that was expected at Bastia, at Porto−Ferrajo, or at Civita Vecchia, has not arrived; no one knows what has become of it, but, doubtless, it has struck on a rock and foundered. Now this rock it has met has been a long and narrow boat, manned by six or eight men, who have surprised and plundered it, some dark and stormy night, near some desert and gloomy island, as bandits plunder a carriage in the recesses of a forest." "But," asked Franz, who lay wrapped in his cloak at the bottom of the boat, "why do not those who have been plundered complain to the French, Sardinian, or Tuscan governments?" "Why?" said Gaetano with a smile. "Yes, why?" "Because, in the first place, they transfer from the vessel to their own boat whatever they think worth taking, then they bind the crew hand and foot, they attach to every one's neck a four and twenty pound ball, a large hole is chopped in the vessel's bottom, and then they leave her. At the end of ten minutes the vessel begins to Chapter 31. Italy: Sinbad the Sailor. 199

The Count of Monte Cristo roll heavily and settle down. First one gun'l goes under, then the other. Then they lift and sink again, and both go under at once. All at once there's a noise like a cannon −− that's the air blowing up the deck. Soon the water rushes out of the scupper−holes like a whale spouting, the vessel gives a last groan, spins round and round, and disappears, forming a vast whirlpool in the ocean, and then all is over, so that in five minutes nothing but the eye of God can see the vessel where she lies at the bottom of the sea. Do you understand now," said the captain, "why no complaints are made to the government, and why the vessel never reaches port?" It is probable that if Gaetano had related this previous to proposing the expedition, Franz would have hesitated, but now that they had started, he thought it would be cowardly to draw back. He was one of those men who do not rashly court danger, but if danger presents itself, combat it with the most unalterable coolness. Calm and resolute, he treated any peril as he would an adversary in a duel, −− calculated its probable method of approach; retreated, if at all, as a point of strategy and not from cowardice; was quick to see an opening for attack, and won victory at a single thrust. "Bah!" said he, "I have travelled through Sicily and Calabria −− I have sailed two months in the Archipelago, and yet I never saw even the shadow of a bandit or a pirate." "I did not tell your excellency this to deter you from your project," replied Gaetano, "but you questioned me, and I have answered; that's all." "Yes, and your conversation is most interesting; and as I wish to enjoy it as long as possible, steer for Monte Cristo." The wind blew strongly, the boat made six or seven knots an hour, and they were rapidly reaching the end of their voyage. As they drew near the island seemed to lift from the sea, and the air was so clear that they could already distinguish the rocks heaped on one another, like cannon balls in an arsenal, with green bushes and trees growing in the crevices. As for the sailors, although they appeared perfectly tranquil yet it was evident that they were on the alert, and that they carefully watched the glassy surface over which they were sailing, and on which a few fishing−boats, with their white sails, were alone visible. They were within fifteen miles of Monte Cristo when the sun began to set behind Corsica, whose mountains appeared against the sky, showing their rugged peaks in bold relief; this mass of rock, like the giant Adamastor, rose dead ahead, a formidable barrier, and intercepting the light that gilded its massive peaks so that the voyagers were in shadow. Little by little the shadow rose higher and seemed to drive before it the last rays of the expiring day; at last the reflection rested on the summit of the mountain, where it paused an instant, like the fiery crest of a volcano, then gloom gradually covered the summit as it had covered the base, and the island now only appeared to be a gray mountain that grew continually darker; half an hour after, the night was quite dark. Fortunately, the mariners were used to these latitudes, and knew every rock in the Tuscan Archipelago; for in the midst of this obscurity Franz was not without uneasiness −− Corsica had long since disappeared, and Monte Cristo itself was invisible; but the sailors seemed, like the lynx, to see in the dark, and the pilot who steered did not evince the slightest hesitation. An hour had passed since the sun had set, when Franz fancied he saw, at a quarter of a mile to the left, a dark mass, but he could not precisely make out what it was, and fearing to excite the mirth of the sailors by mistaking a floating cloud for land, he remained silent; suddenly a great light appeared on the strand; land might resemble a cloud, but the fire was not a meteor. "What is this light?" asked he. "Hush!" said the captain; "it is a fire." "But you told me the island was uninhabited?"

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The Count of Monte Cristo "l said there were no fixed habitations on it, but I said also that it served sometimes as a harbor for smugglers." "And for pirates?" "And for pirates," returned Gaetano, repeating Franz's words. "It is for that reason I have given orders to pass the island, for, as you see, the fire is behind us." "But this fire?" continued Franz. "It seems to me rather reassuring than otherwise; men who did not wish to be seen would not light a fire." "Oh, that goes for nothing," said Gaetano. "If you can guess the position of the island in the darkness, you will see that the fire cannot be seen from the side or from Pianosa, but only from the sea." "You think, then, this fire indicates the presence of unpleasant neighbors?" "That is what we must find out," returned Gaetano, fixing his eyes on this terrestrial star. "How can you find out?" "You shall see." Gaetano consulted with his companions, and after five minutes' discussion a manoeuvre was executed which caused the vessel to tack about, they returned the way they had come, and in a few minutes the fire disappeared, hidden by an elevation of the land. The pilot again changed the course of the boat, which rapidly approached the island, and was soon within fifty paces of it. Gaetano lowered the sail, and the boat came to rest. All this was done in silence, and from the moment that their course was changed not a word was spoken. Gaetano, who had proposed the expedition, had taken all the responsibility on himself; the four sailors fixed their eyes on him, while they got out their oars and held themselves in readiness to row away, which, thanks to the darkness, would not be difficult. As for Franz, he examined his arms with the utmost coolness; he had two double−barrelled guns and a rifle; he loaded them, looked at the priming, and waited quietly. During this time the captain had thrown off his vest and shirt, and secured his trousers round his waist; his feet were naked, so he had no shoes and stockings to take off; after these preparations he placed his finger on his lips, and lowering himself noiselessly into the sea, swam towards the shore with such precaution that it was impossible to hear the slightest sound; he could only be traced by the phosphorescent line in his wake. This track soon disappeared; it was evident that he had touched the shore. Every one on board remained motionless for half an hour, when the same luminous track was again observed, and the swimmer was soon on board. "Well?" exclaimed Franz and the sailors in unison. "They are Spanish smugglers," said he; "they have with them two Corsican bandits." "And what are these Corsican bandits doing here with Spanish smugglers?" "Alas," returned the captain with an accent of the most profound pity, "we ought always to help one another. Very often the bandits are hard pressed by gendarmes or carbineers; well, they see a vessel, and good fellows like us on board, they come and demand hospitality of us; you can't refuse help to a poor hunted devil; we receive them, and for greater security we stand out to sea. This costs us nothing, and saves the life, or at least the liberty, of a fellow−creature, who on the first occasion returns the service by pointing out some safe spot where we can land our goods without interruption." "Ah!" said Franz, "then you are a smuggler occasionally, Gaetano?" Chapter 31. Italy: Sinbad the Sailor. 201

The Count of Monte Cristo "Your excellency, we must live somehow," returned the other, smiling impenetrably. "Then you know the men who are now on Monte Cristo?" "Oh, yes, we sailors are like freemasons, and recognize each other by signs." "And do you think we have nothing to fear if we land?" "Nothing at all; smugglers are not thieves." "But these two Corsican bandits?" said Franz, calculating the chances of peril. "It is not their fault that they are bandits, but that of the authorities." "How so?" "Because they are pursued for having made a stiff, as if it was not in a Corsican's nature to revenge himself." "What do you mean by having made a stiff? −− having assassinated a man?" said Franz, continuing his investigation. "I mean that they have killed an enemy, which is a very different thing," returned the captain. "Well," said the young man, "let us demand hospitality of these smugglers and bandits. Do you think they will grant it?" "Without doubt." "How many are they?" "Four, and the two bandits make six." "Just our number, so that if they prove troublesome, we shall be able to hold them in check; so, for the last time, steer to Monte Cristo." "Yes, but your excellency will permit us to take all due precautions." "By all means, be as wise as Nestor and as prudent as Ulysses; I do more than permit, I exhort you." "Silence, then!" said Gaetano. Every one obeyed. For a man who, like Franz, viewed his position in its true light, it was a grave one. He was alone in the darkness with sailors whom he did not know, and who had no reason to be devoted to him; who knew that he had several thousand francs in his belt, and who had often examined his weapons, −− which were very beautiful, −− if not with envy, at least with curiosity. On the other hand, he was about to land, without any other escort than these men, on an island which had, indeed, a very religious name, but which did not seem to Franz likely to afford him much hospitality, thanks to the smugglers and bandits. The history of the scuttled vessels, which had appeared improbable during the day, seemed very probable at night; placed as he was between two possible sources of danger, he kept his eye on the crew, and his gun in his hand. The sailors had again hoisted sail, and the vessel was once more cleaving the waves. Through the darkness Franz, whose eyes were now more accustomed to it, could see the looming shore along which the boat was sailing, Chapter 31. Italy: Sinbad the Sailor. 202

The Count of Monte Cristo and then, as they rounded a rocky point, he saw the fire more brilliant than ever, and about it five or six persons seated. The blaze illumined the sea for a hundred paces around. Gaetano skirted the light, carefully keeping the boat in the shadow; then, when they were opposite the fire, he steered to the centre of the circle, singing a fishing song, of which his companions sung the chorus. At the first words of the song the men seated round the fire arose and approached the landing−place, their eyes fixed on the boat, evidently seeking to know who the new−comers were and what were their intentions. They soon appeared satisfied and returned (with the exception of one, who remained at the shore) to their fire, at which the carcass of a goat was roasting. When the boat was within twenty paces of the shore, the man on the beach, who carried a carbine, presented arms after the manner of a sentinel, and cried, "Who comes there?" in Sardinian. Franz coolly cocked both barrels. Gaetano then exchanged a few words with this man which the traveller did not understand, but which evidently concerned him. "Will your excellency give your name, or remain incognito?" asked the captain. "My name must rest unknown, −− merely say I am a Frenchman travelling for pleasure." As soon as Gaetano had transmitted this answer, the sentinel gave an order to one of the men seated round the fire, who rose and disappeared among the rocks. Not a word was spoken, every one seemed occupied, Franz with his disembarkment, the sailors with their sails, the smugglers with their goat; but in the midst of all this carelessness it was evident that they mutually observed each other. The man who had disappeared returned suddenly on the opposite side to that by which he had left; he made a sign with his head to the sentinel, who, turning to the boat, said, "S'accommodi." The Italian s'accommodi is untranslatable; it means at once, "Come, enter, you are welcome; make yourself at home; you are the master." It is like that Turkish phrase of Moliere's that so astonished the bourgeois gentleman by the number of things implied in its utterance. The sailors did not wait for a second invitation; four strokes of the oar brought them to land; Gaetano sprang to shore, exchanged a few words with the sentinel, then his comrades disembarked, and lastly came Franz. One of his guns was swung over his shoulder, Gaetano had the other, and a sailor held his rifle; his dress, half artist, half dandy, did not excite any suspicion, and, consequently, no disquietude. The boat was moored to the shore, and they advanced a few paces to find a comfortable bivouac; but, doubtless, the spot they chose did not suit the smuggler who filled the post of sentinel, for he cried out, "Not that way, if you please." Gaetano faltered an excuse, and advanced to the opposite side, while two sailors kindled torches at the fire to light them on their way. They advanced about thirty paces, and then stopped at a small esplanade surrounded with rocks, in which seats had been cut, not unlike sentry−boxes. Around in the crevices of the rocks grew a few dwarf oaks and thick bushes of myrtles. Franz lowered a torch, and saw by the mass of cinders that had accumulated that he was not the first to discover this retreat, which was, doubtless, one of the halting−places of the wandering visitors of Monte Cristo. As for his suspicions, once on terra firma, once that he had seen the indifferent, if not friendly, appearance of his hosts, his anxiety had quite disappeared, or rather, at sight of the goat, had turned to appetite. He mentioned this to Gaetano, who replied that nothing could be more easy than to prepare a supper when they had in their boat, bread, wine, half a dozen partridges, and a good fire to roast them by. "Besides," added he, "if the smell of their roast meat tempts you, I will go and offer them two of our birds for a slice." "You are a born diplomat," returned Franz; "go and try." Meanwhile the sailors had collected dried sticks and branches with which they made a fire. Franz waited impatiently, inhaling the aroma of the roasted meat, when the captain returned with a mysterious air. "Well," said Franz, "anything new? −− do they refuse?" "On the contrary," returned Gaetano, "the chief, who was told you were a young Frenchman, invites you to sup with him."

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The Count of Monte Cristo "Well," observed Franz, "this chief is very polite, and I see no objection −− the more so as I bring my share of the supper." "Oh, it is not that; he has plenty, and to spare, for supper; but he makes one condition, and rather a peculiar one, before he will receive you at his house." "His house? Has he built one here, then?" "No; but he has a very comfortable one all the same, so they say." "You know this chief, then?" "I have heard talk of him." "Favorably or otherwise?" "Both." "The deuce! −− and what is this condition?" "That you are blindfolded, and do not take off the bandage until he himself bids you." Franz looked at Gaetano, to see, if possible, what he thought of this proposal. "Ah," replied he, guessing Franz's thought, "I know this is a serious matter." "What should you do in my place?" "I, who have nothing to lose, −− I should go." "You would accept?" "Yes, were it only out of curiosity." "There is something very peculiar about this chief, then?" "Listen," said Gaetano, lowering his voice, "I do not know if what they say is true" −− he stopped to see if any one was near. "What do they say?" "That this chief inhabits a cavern to which the Pitti Palace is nothing." "What nonsense!" said Franz, reseating himself. "It is no nonsense; it is quite true. Cama, the pilot of the Saint Ferdinand, went in once, and he came back amazed, vowing that such treasures were only to be heard of in fairy tales." "Do you know," observed Franz, "that with such stories you make me think of Ali Baba's enchanted cavern?" "I tell you what I have been told." "Then you advise me to accept?" Chapter 31. Italy: Sinbad the Sailor. 204

Franz was prudent. and wished to learn all he possibly could concerning his host. but she is built to stand any weather. He turned towards the sailor. and seeing only the prospect of a good supper." "And how did a leader of smugglers. who travels for his pleasure. who. I should be sorry to advise you in the matter." returned the sailor.The Count of Monte Cristo "Oh. had sat gravely plucking the partridges with the air of a man proud of his office. your excellency will do as you please." "And if this person be not a smuggler." continued Franz." replied the sailor. during this dialogue. "he is still more mysterious." "Of what burden is she?" "About a hundred tons." Franz pondered the matter for a few moments. 205 . "No. but my own opinion is she is a Genoese. She is what the English call a yacht. I don't say that." thought Franz." "Sinbad the Sailor?" "Yes. Italy: Sinbad the Sailor. "Never mind that. he had not then spoken to any one. accepted. since the two accounts do not agree. as no vessel of any kind was visible." Chapter 31. concluded that a man so rich could not have any intention of plundering him of what little he had." "Where was she built?" "I know not." "What is his name?" "If you ask him he says Sinbad the Sailor. I thought. "venture to build a vessel designed for such a purpose at Genoa?" "I did not say that the owner was a smuggler. and asked him how these men had landed. Gaetano departed with the reply." "Come." "Gaetano had only seen the vessel from a distance. but Gaetano did. but I doubt if it be his real name. "I know their vessel." "What country does he come from?" "I do not know." "Is it a very beautiful vessel?" "I would not wish for a better to sail round the world. who is he?" "A wealthy signor." "And where does he reside?" "On the sea.

Presently." "His excellency waits for you. his nose. After going about thirty paces. His pallor was so peculiar. his eyes were penetrating and sparkling. surmounted with a stand of Arabian swords in silver scabbards. In a recess was a kind of divan. "Welcome. and also Chapter 31. then." "What sort of a man is he?" "Your excellency will judge for yourself. as white as pearls. after going on for a few seconds more he heard a crackling. guided by them. yes. and projecting direct from the brow. they then led him on about fifty paces farther. he had a splendid cashmere round his waist. this man had a remarkably handsome face. he knew that they were entering a cave. He promised. while the feet rested on a Turkey carpet. quite straight. a red cap with a long blue silk tassel. and his guides let go their hold of him. when you have landed and found this island deserted. although." "Have you never had the curiosity. pantaloons of deep red. more than once. and became balmy and perfumed. and preceded by the sentinel. He was not particularly tall. There was a moment's silence. Italy: Sinbad the Sailor. large and full gaiters of the same color. dressed in a Tunisian costume −− that is to say. in which they sunk to the instep." muttered Franz. but extremely well made. were set off to admiration by the black mustache that encircled them. by a change in the atmosphere. sir. The entire chamber was lined with crimson brocade. which he recognized as that of the sentinel. from the ceiling hung a lamp of Venetian glass. tapestry hung before the door by which Franz had entered. had small hands and feet. with a foreign accent. of beautiful shape and color. in excellent French. Then his two guides took his arms. Franz drew his handkerchief from his pocket. and then a voice." "Where will he receive me?" "No doubt in the subterranean palace Gaetano told you of. they say that the door is not opened by a key. Franz did not wait for a repetition of this permission. evidently advancing towards that part of the shore where they would not allow Gaetano to go −− a refusal he could now comprehend. and the handles resplendent with gems.The Count of Monte Cristo "Have you ever seen him?" "Sometimes. to seek for this enchanted palace?" "Oh. Afterwards he was made to promise that he would not make the least attempt to raise the bandage. who had treated Gaetano's description as a fable. but we never could find the slightest trace of any opening. 206 . He was accompanied by two of the yacht's crew. and yellow slippers. I beg you will remove your bandage. and who was incapable of resuming the healthy glow and hue of life. and it seemed to him as though the atmosphere again changed. but took off the handkerchief. said. a vest of black cloth embroidered with gold. but a magic word. but always in vain. that it seemed to pertain to one who had been long entombed. and a small sharp and crooked cangiar was passed through his girdle. and found himself in the presence of a man from thirty−eight to forty years of age. Although of a paleness that was almost livid. while his teeth. and he went on. we examined the grotto all over." "Decidedly. and presented it to the man who had spoken to him." said a voice. But what astonished Franz. was of the pure Greek type. "this is an Arabian Nights' adventure. and. Without uttering a word. embroidered with gold like the vest." It may be supposed. and knew thus that he was passing the bivouac. like the men of the south. At length his feet touched on a thick and soft carpet. was the splendor of the apartment in which he found himself. they bandaged his eyes with a care that showed their apprehensions of his committing some indiscretion. worked with flowers of gold. he smelt the appetizing odor of the kid that was roasting.

he is a poor devil who is much devoted to me. such as is my supper. Let me now endeavor to make you forget this temporary unpleasantness. made a sign to his master that all was prepared in the dining−room. pomegranates from Malaga." Ali approached his master. "make no apologies. and a Nubian.' and really I have nothing to complain of. I would have prepared for it. this island is deserted. that I too much respect the laws of hospitality to ask your name or title. for what I see makes me think of the wonders of the `Arabian Nights. but because I should not have the certainty I now possess of separating myself from all the rest of mankind at pleasure. and. not for the loss it occasioned me. "to ask you the particulars of this kindness?" Chapter 31. and dates from Tunis. returned look for look. a boar's ham with jelly. is the supper ready?" At this moment the tapestry moved aside. my dear sir.The Count of Monte Cristo in front of another door." said the unknown to Franz. it is at your disposal. and dressed in a plain white tunic. The dining−room was scarcely less striking than the room he had just left. and does all he can to prove it. the table was splendidly covered. But such as is my hermitage." "Well. Franz now looked upon another scene of enchantment. were four magnificent statues. I may say with Lucullus. Ali." replied the singular amphitryon. 207 . I should doubtless. and once convinced of this important point he cast his eyes around him.'" "And I.'" "Alas. Between these large dishes were smaller ones containing various dainties. That will keep us from going away from the East whither I am tempted to think I have been conveyed by some good genius. that I see no reason why at this moment I should not be called Aladdin. I only request you to give me one by which I may have the pleasure of addressing you. it is yours to share. peaches from France. "you heard our repast announced. I tell you that I am generally called `Sinbad the Sailor. Franz rubbed his eyes in order to assure himself that this was not a dream. 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. if you will. there were Sicily pine−apples. having baskets in their hands. The supper consisted of a roast pheasant garnished with Corsican blackbirds. which was oblong. it was entirely of marble. a quarter of a kid with tartar sauce. The dishes were of silver. "I do not know if you are of my opinion. He remembers that I saved his life." replied Franz. Sinbad preceded his guest. Italy: Sinbad the Sailor. These baskets contained four pyramids of most splendid fruit. for instance. a glorious turbot. then. black as ebony." said Franz. as I only require his wonderful lamp to make me precisely like Aladdin. "Would it be impertinent. and the plates of Japanese china. find on my return my temporary retirement in a state of great disorder." he said. "a thousand excuses for the precaution taken in your introduction hither. if I could have anticipated the honor of your visit. "Now. during the greater portion of the year. Signor Sinbad. with antique bas−reliefs of priceless value. while he did the honors of the supper with much ease and grace −− "yes. I have always observed that they bandage people's eyes who penetrate enchanted palaces. and acquitted himself so admirably. and offer you what no doubt you did not expect to find here −− that is to say. he feels some gratitude towards me for having kept it on his shoulders. which would be exceedingly annoying." replied he. and a gigantic lobster. moreover. a tolerable supper and pretty comfortable beds. moving aside the tapestry. Ali alone was present to wait at table. but as. that the guest complimented his host thereupon. and as he has a regard for his head." replied Franz. "Yes. after a pause. Signor Aladdin. Pray observe. those of Raoul in the `Huguenots. not even taking his eyes off him. oranges from the Balearic Isles. The host gave Franz time to recover from his surprise. your humble servant going first to show the way?" At these words. and at the four corners of this apartment. if the secret of this abode were discovered. "will tell you. leading into a second apartment which seemed to be brilliantly illuminated. As for myself. that I may put you at your ease. "Sir. took his hand. will you now take the trouble to enter the dining−room." "Ma foi. and kissed it.

I am pleased with one place." Chapter 31. your pallid complexion.The Count of Monte Cristo "Oh. and even the life you lead." "Ah. and proposed to give him for Ali a splendid double−barreled gun which I knew he was very desirous of having. for instance!" observed Franz. "Because. and he was condemned by the bey to have his tongue cut out. Ah. "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. I get tired of it. Sometimes I amuse myself by delivering some bandit or criminal from the bonds of the law. hardly knowing what to think of the half−kindness. you would not desire any other. he was so very desirous to complete the poor devil's punishment. I made a vow at a time when I little thought I should ever be able to accomplish it. so learning the day his tongue was cut out. your look." responded Sinbad. by way of changing the conversation. This was a useless clause in the bargain. and stay there." "And will that be the first time you ever took that journey?" "Yes. the bey yielded. I always had a desire to have a mute in my service. Sinbad started and looked fixedly at him. he runs down below. Italy: Sinbad the Sailor." answered Franz. "you seem to me like a man who. I must seem to you by no means curious. 208 . But when I added to the gun an English cutlass with which I had shivered his highness's yataghan to pieces. "You have not guessed rightly. and can only be induced to appear again when we are out of sight of that quarter of the globe. "What makes you suppose so?" "Everything. and agreed to forgive the hand and head. a sort of philosopher. the tongue the first day. and his hand and head cut off. half−cruelty. with which his host related the brief narrative." replied Franz. the real life of a pasha. and leave it. persecuted by society." "I? −− I live the happiest life possible. "You have suffered a great deal. I am free as a bird and have wings like one." Although Sinbad pronounced these words with much calmness. Then I have my mode of dispensing justice. and which no one sees. if you had tasted my life." "Revenge. without respite or appeal. for whenever the coward sees the first glimpse of the shores of Africa. and one day perhaps I shall go to Paris to rival Monsieur Appert. "And why revenge?" he asked." replied the host. laughing with his singular laugh which displayed his white and sharp teeth. and the little man in the blue cloak. the hand the second. "and I made some others also which I hope I may fulfil in due season. which condemns or pardons. as he replied. it will. has a fearful account to settle with it. "And like the celebrated sailor whose name you have assumed. "you pass your life in travelling?" "Yes. my attendants obey my slightest wish. −− "your voice. but I assure you that it is not my fault I have delayed it so long −− it will happen one day or the other. I am king of all creation. and the head the third." said the unknown with a singular smile. Such as you see me I am. I went to the bey. He hesitated a moment. his eyes gave forth gleams of extraordinary ferocity. The unknown fixed on the young man one of those looks which penetrate into the depth of the heart and thoughts. but on condition that the poor fellow never again set foot in Tunis. and would never return to the world unless you had some great project to accomplish there. they are simple enough. sir?" said Franz inquiringly." he said. silent and sure." Franz remained a moment silent and pensive.

"what there is in that small vase. gave them to eat a certain herb. is this precious stuff?" "Did you ever hear. ever−ripe Chapter 31. which transported them to Paradise. then. and the boundaries of possibility disappear. unfortunately. In this valley were magnificent gardens planted by Hassen−ben−Sabah. to tell the truth. He replaced the lid. without bowing at the feet of Satan." "I should like to be there at the time you come." "But. king of creation. he inquired. "this ambrosia. you will be king and master of all the kingdoms of the earth. took a teaspoonful of the magic sweetmeat.The Count of Monte Cristo "And do you propose to make this journey very shortly?" "I do not know. and swallowed it slowly with his eyes half shut and his head bent backwards. Is it not tempting what I offer you." The supper appeared to have been supplied solely for Franz. and do you seek after the greatnesses of the earth? taste this. Franz did not disturb him whilst he absorbed his favorite sweetmeat. and is gold your god? taste this. Between the two baskets he placed a small silver cup with a silver cover. −− "What. "of the Old Man of the Mountain." "Well." "I should avail myself of your offer with pleasure. yet without recognizing it. or if we do see and regard it." said he. you advance free in heart. in the midst of ever−blooming shrubs. "we frequently pass so near to happiness without seeing. but when he had finished. I do not feel any particular desire?" "Ah. if I go there. but king of the world. as ignorant of what the cup contained as he was before he had looked at it. and then casting his eyes towards his host he saw him smile at his disappointment. and Golconda are opened to you. Are you a man of imagination −− a poet? taste this. or rather took the baskets from the hands of the statues and placed them on the table. says Marco Polo. it will be. or England. The care with which Ali placed this cup on the table roused Franz's curiosity. free in mind. thus it is that our material origin is revealed. something like preserved angelica. and the mines of Peru. no doubt. as far as lies in my power. raised it to his lips. in passing through mortal hands has lost its heavenly appellation and assumed a human name. the fields of infinite space open to you. and is it not an easy thing. for the unknown scarcely touched one or two dishes of the splendid banquet to which his guest did ample justice. in vulgar phrase. and there. you know he reigned over a rich valley which was overhung by the mountain whence he derived his picturesque name." replied Franz." he replied. I really cannot. what may you term this composition. it depends on circumstances which depend on certain arrangements. Italy: Sinbad the Sailor. "but." replied the host. Are you a man for the substantials. incognito. Into these pavilions he admitted the elect. for which. for your liberal hospitality displayed to me at Monte Cristo. Spain." "Well. Guzerat. "You cannot guess. in all probability. and I will endeavor to repay you. Then Ali brought on the dessert. and in an hour you will be a king. Are you ambitious. king of the universe. that green preserve is nothing less than the ambrosia which Hebe served at the table of Jupiter. since it is only to do thus? look!" At these words he uncovered the small cup which contained the substance so lauded. He raised the cover and saw a kind of greenish paste." cried Sinbad. who attempted to assassinate Philip Augustus?" "Of course I have. 209 . but which was perfectly unknown to him. into the boundless realms of unfettered revery. can you?" "No. not a king of a petty kingdom hidden in some corner of Europe like France. without regarding it. and in these gardens isolated pavilions. then.

which Ali lighted and then retired to prepare the coffee. Tell me. inscribed with these words. −− in nature which is not made for joy and clings to pain. "in the French or Turkish style. so that it seemed like walking over the most mossy turf. and obedient to his orders as to those of a deity." "That is it precisely. Ali brought in the coffee. after having swallowed the divine preserve. the celebrated maker. striped tiger−skins from Bengal. and ever−lovely virgins." "Because your palate his not yet been attuned to the sublimity of the substances it flavors." Franz's only reply was to take a teaspoonful of the marvellous preparation. Both laid themselves down on the divan. did you like them? Could you comprehend how the Romans stuffed their pheasants with assafoetida. There was a moment's silence. `A grateful world to the dealer in happiness. and so on. −− the hashish of Abou−Gor. "I have a very great inclination to judge for myself of the truth or exaggeration of your eulogies. we must habituate the senses to a fresh impression. truffles. It was round. 210 . floor. which is your apartment. Signor Aladdin. about as much in quantity as his host had eaten. which now appears to you flat and distasteful. and lift it to his mouth. during which Sinbad gave himself up to thoughts that seemed to occupy him incessantly. sad or joyous. which seems to remove with its fume all the troubles of the mind. believing that the death they underwent was but a quick transition to that life of delights of which the holy herb. the man to whom there should be built a palace. bear−skins from Siberia. the dream must succeed to reality. and to give the smoker in exchange all the visions of the soul. into which we always sink when smoking excellent tobacco. Franz entered still another apartment. that they sold themselves body and soul to him who gave it to them. Chapter 31. and nothing in the world will seem to you to equal the delicacy of its flavor. "it is hashish! I know that −− by name at least. but do not confine yourself to one trial." They both arose." said Franz. Nature subdued must yield in the combat. were all covered with magnificent skins as soft and downy as the richest carpets. spotted beautifully. but the thing does not appear to me as palatable as you say. panther−skins from the Cape. that we might." "Judge for yourself. tea. But what changes occur! It is only by comparing the pains of actual being with the joys of the assumed existence. only eat for a week. and while he who called himself Sinbad −− and whom we have occasionally named so. "Diable!" he said. and life becomes the dream. porter. even in the midst of his conversation. then the dream becomes life." cried Franz. there were heavy−maned lion−skins from Atlas.The Count of Monte Cristo fruit. When you return to this mundane sphere from your visionary world. but it was a dream so soft. so enthralling. "I do not know if the result will be as agreeable as you describe. that you would desire to live no longer. died in torture without a murmur. fox−skins from Norway. like those that appeared to Dante. you would seem to leave a Neapolitan spring for a Lapland winter −− to quit paradise for earth −− heaven for hell! Taste the hashish.'" "Do you know. and all these skins were strewn in profusion one on the other. guest of mine −− taste the hashish. ceiling. and all prepared so that there was no need to smoke the same pipe twice. Let us now go into the adjoining chamber. have some title by which to distinguish him −− gave some orders to the servant. "How do you take it?" inquired the unknown. and the Chinese eat swallows' nests? Eh? no! Well. There is a struggle in nature against this divine substance. Divan. struck down the designated victim." "Then. but to dream thus forever. and then the dream reigns supreme. Italy: Sinbad the Sailor. and sundry other dainties which you now adore. chibouques with jasmine tubes and amber mouthpieces were within reach. the only man. Like everything else. walls. Signor Aladdin −− judge. now before you had given them a slight foretaste. and Ali will bring us coffee and pipes. gentle or violent. it is the same with hashish. or reclining on the most luxurious bed. like his guest. Each of them took one. It was simply yet richly furnished. What these happy persons took for reality was but a dream. and Franz abandoned himself to that mute revery. and a large divan completely encircled it. the first time you tasted oysters. it is hashish −− the purest and most unadulterated hashish of Alexandria. so voluptuous.

Bagdad. but without effort. his senses seemed to redouble their power. to Ali. but not to any distance. there is a watch over you. their feet hidden in their long white tunics. and then followed a dream of passion like that promised by the Prophet to the elect. it is ready in all ways. those calm shadows. then. smiles of love. Ah." said his host. and looks inflexible and ardent like those with which the serpent charms the bird." "Ma foi. All the bodily fatigue of the day. so that to Franz. that they would have made a divine harmony had their notes been taken down. transparent. those Orientals. or rather seemed to descend." said Franz." "Ah. inhaling the fresh and balmy air. Italy: Sinbad the Sailor. and in a last look about him saw the vision of modesty completely veiled. as his boat drew nearer. with one of those singular smiles which did not escape the young man. unfurl your wings. without shock.The Count of Monte Cristo strong or weak. the enchanter. "when I have completed my affairs in Paris. and assuming attitudes which the gods could not resist. for I feel eagle's wings springing out at my shoulders. you must seek me at Cairo. in attraction. As to Franz a strange transformation had taken place in him. rich in form. They were Phryne. weary of a struggle that taxed his very soul. and he entered the grotto amidst continued strains of most delicious melody. "it would be the easiest thing in the world. and he was held in cool serpent−like embraces." he added. He descended. "it shows you have a tendency for an Oriental life. but it was not the gloomy horizon of vague alarms. fear nothing. hair flowing like waves. like that which may be supposed to reign around the grotto of Circe. disappeared as they do at the first approach of sleep. yielding for the first time to the sway of the drug. and which he had seen before he slept. Messalina. like a Christian angel in the midst of Olympus. like the last shadows of the magic lantern before it is extinguished. They were the same statues. several steps. and such fires as burn the very senses. "And you are right. Well. sugar or none. As for me. lighted only by one of those pale and antique lamps which watch in the dead of the night over the sleep of pleasure. His body seemed to acquire an airy lightness. those soft visions. and fly into superhuman regions. but a blue. and with those wings I could make a tour of the world in four and twenty hours. −− he saw the Island of Monte Cristo. yes. the mute attendant. and poesy. Lips of stone turned to flame. and he was again in the chamber of statues. with all the blue of the ocean. and at length. as burning mouths were pressed to his thirsty lips. we are here to ease your fall. formed from such perfumes as set the mind a dreaming. like those of Icarus. with eyes of fascination. and bright and flowing hair. as lips touch lips. At length the boat touched the shore. all the preoccupation of mind which the events of the evening had brought on. −− songs so clear and sonorous. then. one of those chaste figures. 211 . Cleopatra. he gave way and sank back breathless and exhausted beneath the kisses of these Chapter 31. they are the only men who know how to live. melt before the sun. unbounded horizon. his singular host. and approached the couch on which he was reposing. which seemed to veil its virgin brow before these marble wantons. the songs became louder. but which saints withstood. as if some Loreley had decreed to attract a soul thither. and he saw again all he had seen before his sleep. those three celebrated courtesans. for an enchanting and mysterious harmony rose to heaven. the hashish is beginning its work. then all seemed to fade away and become confused before his eyes. cool or boiling? As you please. in the midst of the songs of his sailors. and should you wish to see me again. their throats bare. no longer as a threatening rock in the midst of the waves. breasts of ice became like heated lava. all the spangles of the sun. intended there to build a city. The more he strove against this unhallowed passion the more his senses yielded to its thrall. and if your wings." He then said something in Arabic to Ali. who made a sign of obedience and withdrew. or Amphion. I shall go and die in the East." replied Franz." "I will take it in the Turkish style. It seemed to Franz that he closed his eyes. but as an oasis in the desert. from Sinbad. or Ispahan. love was a sorrow and voluptuousness a torture. Then among them glided like a pure ray. the horizon continued to expand. his perception brightened in a remarkable manner. all the perfumes of the summer breeze. Then the three statues advanced towards him with looks of love. when we are still sufficiently conscious to be aware of the coming of slumber. and then he gave way before looks that held him in a torturing grasp and delighted his senses as with a voluptuous kiss.

and directed it towards the yacht. The Waking. in all probability. Otherwise. Gaetano pointed in a direction in which a small vessel was making sail towards the southern point of Corsica. He went gayly up to the sailors. and holding a spy−glass in his hand." The young man took his carbine and fired it in the air. It seemed. he rose to his seat. He found that he was in a grotto. He stretched forth his hand. that at least a year had elapsed since all these things had passed. Franz adjusted his telescope. there exists a man who has received me in this island. seated on a rock." said Franz. but he trusts you will excuse him. and listened to the dash of the waves on the beach. specially after a fantastic dream. and then Franz heard a slight report. they had vanished at his waking. Chapter 32. The Waking. and his body refreshed. "There. then. into which a ray of sunlight in pity scarcely penetrated. He was attired as he had been on the previous evening. He was for some time without reflection or thought for the divine charm which is in the things of nature. then. reminded him of the illusiveness of his vision. you will. undulating gracefully on the water. his presentation to a smuggler chief. and his departed while I was asleep?" "He exists as certainly as that you may see his small yacht with all her sails spread. "In the first place. and so strong a hold had it taken of his imagination. Franz returned the salute by shaking his handkerchief as an exchange of signals. that left against the rocks a lace of foam as white as silver. and desires us to express the regret he feels at not being able to take his leave in person. light me a torch. he seemed still to be in a dream. went towards the opening. very soft and odoriferous. an excellent supper. entertained me right royally. and through a kind of fanlight saw a blue sea and an azure sky. "What are your excellency's orders?" inquired Gaetano. and touched stone. and at ten yards from them the boat was at anchor. do you hear?" observed Gaetano. "this is. After a second. Gaetano. on the shore the sailors were sitting. accosting him. chatting and laughing. so calm. Thus every now and then he saw in fancy amid the sailors. and as if the statues had been but shadows from the tomb. and if you will use your glass. "he is bidding you adieu. so grand. said. The air and water were shining in the beams of the morning sun. as very important business calls him to Malaga. 212 . or undulating in the vessel. and once more awakened memory. so pure. The vision had fled. his head was perfectly clear. He thought himself in a sepulchre. When Franz returned to himself. There for some time he enjoyed the fresh breeze which played on his brow. all reality. he was free from the slightest headache. however. and the patron. At the stern the mysterious stranger was standing up looking towards the shore. and waved his pocket−handkerchief to his guest in token of adieu. who rose as soon as they perceived him. and the enchantment of his marvellous dream. He recalled his arrival on the island. a faculty for absorbing the pure air. then gradually this view of the outer world. so deep was the impression made in his mind by the dream.The Count of Monte Cristo marble goddesses." Chapter 32. one of the shadows which had shared his dream with looks and kisses. and to all the excitement of his dream succeeded the calmness of reality. he felt a certain degree of lightness. and found himself lying on his bournous in a bed of dry heather. but without any idea that the noise could be heard at the distance which separated the yacht from the shore. a slight cloud of smoke was seen at the stern of the vessel. a subterranean palace full of splendor. and a spoonful of hashish. which rose gracefully as it expanded in the air. recognize your host in the midst of his crew. on the contrary. "The Signor Sinbad has left his compliments for your excellency. He advanced several paces towards the point whence the light came." "So. and enjoying the bright sunshine more vividly than ever. Gaetano was not mistaken." So saying. even in the very face of open day.

other ideas. The boat sailed on all day and all Chapter 32. or a projecting point on which he did not lean and press in the hopes it would give way. With it was effaced the last trace of the preceding night." "But such services as these might involve him with the authorities of the country in which he practices this kind of philanthropy. rather than enjoying a pleasure. and then supper. −− all became a dream for Franz. These animals. but it was in vain that he carried his torch all round the exterior surface of the grotto. He had lost all hope of detecting the secret of the grotto. which he had utterly forgotten. and two or three times the same fancy has come over me. unless that. he is one who fears neither God nor Satan. he consequently despatched his breakfast. The Waking. 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. "Precisely so. He recognized the place where he had awaked by the bed of heather that was there. "to find the entrance to the enchanted apartment. At the moment the boat began her course they lost sight of the yacht. When Franz appeared again on the shore." Giovanni obeyed. your excellency. if it would amuse you. and he would beat any frigate three knots in every nine. and he saw the little yacht. followed by Gaetano. statues. Giovanni. were too much like domestic goats. I understand. and I will get you the torch you ask for. and he lost two hours in his attempts. Since. and." added Franz." replied Gaetano. "Ah. and so enjoyed exceptional privileges. the evening before. but I have always given it up. light a torch. Sinbad. Franz took the lamp. As to Franz.The Count of Monte Cristo "Ah. "or any authorities? He smiles at them. and Franz could not consider them as game. in spite of the failure of his first search. and they were soon under way. had the honor of being on excellent terms with the smugglers and bandits along the whole coast of the Mediterranean. and Gaetano smiled. occupied his mind. and would at any time run fifty leagues out of his course to do a poor devil a service. Moreover. without strict scrutiny. Let them try to pursue him! Why. like him. now like a sea−gull on the wave. Gaetano reminded him that he had come for the purpose of shooting goats. hashish. in vain. though wild and agile as chamois. "I told you that among the crew there were two Corsican brigands?" "True." "Don't you remember. Franz's host. All was vain." said Franz. continuing her flight towards Corsica. and he is going to land them. and entered the subterranean grotto. At the end of this time he gave up his search. as impenetrable as futurity. "you told me that Signor Sinbad was going to Malaga. but a bird. his boat being ready. much more enthralling. He took his fowling−piece. With much pleasure. the yacht only seemed like a small white speck on the horizon. which were at last utterly useless. 213 ." replied Gaetano with a laugh. He saw nothing. by traces of smoke." he remarked to Gaetano. "Why. others had before him attempted the same thing. and when he returned the kid was roasted and the repast ready. But I too have had the idea you have. but even then he could not distinguish anything. he began a second. as it disappeared in the gulf of Porto−Vecchio. in the first place. yes. after having told Gaetano to roast one of the two kids. "and give it to his excellency. he hastened on board. he had really been the hero of one of the tales of the "Thousand and One Nights. and at the end of a quarter of an hour he had killed a goat and two kids. he had no longer any inducement to remain at Monte Cristo. they say. Then. and if he were to throw himself on the coast." replied the patron." said the patron." and he was irresistibly attracted towards the grotto. and. The second visit was a long one. Franz was sitting on the spot where he was on the previous evening when his mysterious host had invited him to supper. why. his yacht is not a ship. and began to hunt over the island with the air of a man who is fulfilling a duty. is he not certain of finding friends everywhere?" It was perfectly clear that the Signor Sinbad. "And what cares he for that. He looked again through his glass. while it seems he is in the direction of Porto−Vecchio." he added.

The apartment consisted of two small rooms and a parlor. and reached the hotel. for the streets were thronged with people. Signor Pastrini. who was awaiting him at Rome. between life and death. had been retained beforehand. and at Rome there are four great events in every year. −− the Carnival. But this was not so easy a matter. come. and asked for Albert de Morcerf." "Then they must put horses to mine. and a carriage for tomorrow and the following days. The two rooms looked onto the street −− a fact which Signor Pastrini commented upon as an inappreciable advantage. for the moment at least. At Drake's or Aaron's one pays twenty−five lire for common days." Chapter 32. "but can't we have post−horses?" "They have been all hired this fortnight. The Waking. "Come. and Signor Pastrini himself ran to him. An apartment. he forgot. On his first inquiry he was told. When Franz had once again set foot on shore. At last he made his way through the mob. and then thought of nothing but how he should rejoin his companion." "As to supper. All the rest of the year the city is in that state of dull apathy. but the host was unable to decide to which of the two nations the traveller belonged. and there are none left but those absolutely requisite for posting. and the Feast of St." "Sir. a resting−place full of poetry and character. we must have a carriage. and thus he had but to go to Signor Pastrini's hotel. "we will do all in our power to procure you one −− this is all I can say. "you shall be served immediately. and there's an end of it. excusing himself for having made his excellency wait. with the impertinence peculiar to hired hackney−coachmen and inn−keepers with their houses full. that's all. which renders it similar to a kind of station between this world and the next −− a sublime spot. who was ready to pounce on the traveller and was about to lead him to Albert. the events which had just passed." answered the inn−keeper. and at which Franz had already halted five or six times. This plan succeeded. and next morning.The Count of Monte Cristo night. Peter. but as for the carriage" −− "What as to the carriage?" exclaimed Albert. "Do you understand that." Albert looked at Franz like a man who hears a reply he does not understand. add five lire a day more for extras." replied the landlord. signor Pastrini. scolding the waiters. the deuce! then we shall pay the more." "I am afraid if we offer them double that we shall not procure a carriage. but that's no matter. when the sun rose. It is a little worse for the journey. "but we must have some supper instantly. and on the Saturday evening reached the Eternal City by the mail−coach. Then he sent his card to Signor Pastrini. and thirty or thirty−five lire a day more for Sundays and feast days. Holy Week. Corpus Christi. He set out. The rest of the floor was hired by a very rich gentleman who was supposed to be a Sicilian or Maltese." replied the host." "There are no horses. and at each time found it more marvellous and striking. "Oh. as we have said. which was continually increasing and getting more and more turbulent. I see plainly enough. no joking. taking the candlestick from the porter." said Franz. that will make forty. that there was no room for him at the Hotel de Londres. my dear Franz −− no horses?" he said. "Very good. "To−morrow morning. while he finished his affairs of pleasure at Florence. when Morcerf himself appeared. 214 . they had lost sight of Monte Cristo." "And when shall we know?" inquired Franz. and Rome was already a prey to that low and feverish murmur which precedes all great events.

" returned Franz. went to bed. slept soundly. "let us enjoy the present without gloomy forebodings for the future. The next morning Franz woke first. let us sup. that when a thing completely surpasses my comprehension. "that there are no carriages to be had from Sunday to Tuesday evening. Signor Pastrini?" "Yes. but to pass to another. "Well. then." said Albert." Morcerf then." "That is to say. I am accustomed not to dwell on that thing.The Count of Monte Cristo "What are we to say to this?" asked Franz. and instantly rang the bell. "for the very three days it is most needed. "which will make it still more difficult. it is only a question of how much shall be charged for them. and dreamed he was racing all over Rome at Carnival time in a coach with six horses." said the landlord triumphantly. The sound had not yet died away when Signor Pastrini himself entered. excellency. my dear boy. Chapter 33." "At least we can have a window?" "Where?" "In the Corso. for the last three days of the carnival. "to−day is Thursday. entering. they will come in due season. that you were too late −− there is not a single carriage to be had −− that is." "Well." "What is the matter?" said Albert. excellency. your excellency." replied Pastrini." replied Franz. and who knows what may arrive between this and Sunday?" "Ten or twelve thousand travellers will arrive." "But the carriage and horses?" said Franz. 215 . "no carriage to be had?" "Just so. that is something." "My friend. Roman Bandits. with that delighted philosophy which believes that nothing is impossible to a full purse or well−lined pocketbook. when I would not promise you anything. "I feared yesterday." "Yes." "Well. who was desirous of keeping up the dignity of the capital of the Christian world in the eyes of his guest. supped." said Morcerf. "Be easy. but from now till Sunday you can have fifty if you please. and without waiting for Franz to question him." returned Franz. your Eternal City is a nice sort of place. "I say." "Ah. "you have guessed it. Is supper ready." Chapter 33. Roman Bandits.

" The two young men looked at each other with an air of stupefaction. and that has been let to a Russian prince for twenty sequins a day." "And now we understand each other." "Ah. "do you know what is the best thing we can do? It is to pass the Carnival at Venice. We will disguise ourselves as monster pulchinellos or shepherds of the Landes." returned Signor Pastrini." An hour after the vehicle was at the door. that as I have been four times before at Rome. −− "utterly impossible. I tell you beforehand. and. you will lose the preference. in the hope of making more out of me." and the Hotel de Londres was the "palace. "shall I bring the carriage nearer to the palace?" Accustomed as Franz was to the Italian phraseology. excellency. and the day after. I know the prices of all the carriages." returned Franz. the young men would have thought themselves happy to have secured it for the last three days of the Carnival." The genius for laudation characteristic of the race was in that phrase. no. excellency" −− said Pastrini. "I will do all I can. his first impulse was to look round him. tomorrow. Roman Bandits. he is an old friend of mine. with the smile peculiar to the Italian speculator when he confesses defeat. and we shall have complete success. there was only one left on the fifth floor of the Doria Palace. "Now go. "Well. in spite of its humble exterior. a window!" exclaimed Signor Pastrini." "But. Chapter 33. "Excellency." cried the cicerone. the carriage will cost you six piastres a day. who has plundered me pretty well already." "In an hour it will be at the door." "Do your excellencies still wish for a carriage from now to Sunday morning?" "Parbleu!" said Albert. "or I shall go myself and bargain with your affettatore. we will give you twelve piastres for to−day. like the gentleman in the next apartments. who is mine also. as I am not a millionaire." said Franz. and then you will make a good profit. though I see it on stilts. only. the devil. but these words were addressed to him." "And. 216 . but." the vehicle was the "carriage. there we are sure of obtaining gondolas if we cannot have carriages. and that will be your fault. "I came to Rome to see the Carnival." "When do you wish the carriage to be here?" "In an hour. "do you think we are going to run about on foot in the streets of Rome. seeing Franz approach the window." cried Albert. "I warn you. it was a hack conveyance which was elevated to the rank of a private carriage in honor of the occasion. like lawyer's clerks?" "I hasten to comply with your excellencies' wishes.The Count of Monte Cristo "Ah. Franz was the "excellency." said Franz to Albert. still striving to gain his point." "Do not give yourselves the trouble. and I will. he will take a less price than the one I offer you. and I hope you will be satisfied." "Bravo! an excellent idea.

but at the first words he was interrupted. their walk on the Boulevard de Gand. but it was not for that I came. the Forum. "But. somewhat piqued. "Where do your excellencies wish to go?" asked he." "You mean the Colosseum?" "It is the same thing." It is of course understood that Albert resided in the aforesaid street. at Rome things can or cannot be done." returned Signor Pastrini." said Franz. lighting his cigar. appeared every day on the fashionable walk. the Arch of Septimus Severus. They sat down to dinner. and it is done directly. when you are told anything cannot he done. the Temple of Antoninus and Faustina. and then to the Colosseum. But Albert did not know that it takes a day to see Saint Peter's." "Did you come to tell us you have procured a carriage?" asked Albert. "I am delighted to have your approbation. When we show a friend a city one has already visited. you pay double. and re−enter by the Porta San Giovanni. we feel the same pride as when we point out a woman whose lover we have been. at the door Franz ordered the coachman to be ready at eight. emitting a volume of smoke and balancing his chair on its hind legs. Signor Pastrini remained silent a short time. He wished to show Albert the Colosseum by moonlight. "To Saint Peter's first. thus they would behold the Colosseum without finding their impressions dulled by first looking on the Capitol. which did not seem very clear. 217 . and dined frequently at the only restaurant where you can really dine. as he had shown him Saint Peter's by daylight. Men in their senses do not quit their hotel in the Rue du Helder. may I beg to know what it was?" "Ah. I do not understand why they travel. it was evident that he was musing over this answer. and a month to study it. if you are on good terms with its frequenters. and the Cafe de Paris. the carriage approached the palace. They returned to the hotel. you have ordered your carriage at eight o'clock precisely?" "I have. in his turn interrupting his host's meditations. Franz took out his watch −− it was half−past four. this route is impossible." "But. The day was passed at Saint Peter's alone." returned Albert. He was to leave the city by the Porta del Popolo. ever do travel. the cicerone sprang into the seat behind. and re−enter by the Porta San Giovanni?" "These are my words exactly. that is. Franz thought that he came to hear his dinner praised. he gave them a tolerable repast. to drive round the walls." "It is much more convenient at Paris. or blockheads like us." "That is what all the French say. and began accordingly. "No. and your excellencies will do well not to think of that any longer.The Count of Monte Cristo Franz and Albert descended. Roman Bandits." said Pastrini. "you had some motive for coming here. "for that reason. Suddenly the daylight began to fade away." "You intend visiting Il Colosseo. skirt the outer wall. yes." "Well. "Excellency." Chapter 33. "only madmen. there is an end of it. −− when anything cannot be done. Signor Pastrini had promised them a banquet. You have told your coachman to leave the city by the Porta del Popolo. At the end of the dinner he entered in person. their excellencies stretched their legs along the seats." said Albert. and the Via Sacra.

we must do him justice. "you are more susceptible than Cassandra. it is useless for me to say anything. that I shall not believe one word of what you are going to tell us. "Excellency." replied Signor Pastrini. who was a prophetess. −− but I will believe all you say.The Count of Monte Cristo "Impossible!" "Very dangerous." Signor Pastrini turned toward Franz. but had never been able to comprehend them. what has this bandit to do with the order I have given the coachman to leave the city by the Porta del Popolo. Signor Pastrini." "Now then. −− he had had a great many Frenchmen in his house. but I very much doubt your returning by the other. Signor Pastrini. "here is a bandit for you at last." "Why?" asked Franz. "but that he will not believe what you are going to tell us. to say the least. and to re−enter by the Porta San Giovanni?" "This. at least." returned Franz." "You have never heard his name?" "Never." "Pray. sit down. and yet no one believed her. addressing Franz." cried Franz. "he may be very famous at Rome." "I had told your excellency he is the most famous bandit we have had since the days of Mastrilla. while you." "Well." "Well." "Dangerous! −− and why?" "On account of the famous Luigi Vampa. having told you this." "Once upon a time" −− "Well. but I can assure you he is quite unknown at Paris. Albert." said he gravely. Come. "that you will go out by one. he is a bandit. compared to whom the Decesaris and the Gasparones were mere children. are sure of the credence of half your audience. who may this famous Luigi Vampa be?" inquired Albert. it was for your interest I" −− "Albert does not say you are a liar. begin. who seemed to him the more reasonable of the two." "I forewarn you. 218 . then. Chapter 33." "But if your excellency doubt my veracity" −− "Signor Pastrini. and tell us all about this Signor Vampa." said Franz." "What! do you not know him?" "I have not that honor. "if you look upon me as a liar. go on. so proceed. Roman Bandits.

"not make any resistance!" "No. blunderbusses. we may recognize him. only. Signor Pastrini." Doubtless Signor Pastrini found this pleasantry compromising. and knows. then we merely ask for a carriage and a pair of horses. and that it seems to be due to an arrangement of their own. What could you do against a dozen bandits who spring out of some pit. "Your excellency knows that it is not customary to defend yourself when attacked by bandits. but to your companion. and one day that I fell into his hands." "My dear fellow. and level their pieces at you?" "Eh." "My dear Albert. and proclaim us. for it would be useless.The Count of Monte Cristo "Because. who knows Rome. for I knew him when he was a child. like Curtius and the veiled Horatius. who asks how he can repay so great a service." "On your honor is that true?" cried Albert. like Bugaboo John or Lara. blunderbusses. parbleu! −− they should kill me." The inn−keeper turned to Franz with an air that seemed to say. you are not safe fifty yards from the gates. "that this practice is very convenient for bandits. fortunately for me. hurt at Albert's repeated doubts of the truth of his assertions. Signor Pastrini. for at Terracina I was plundered even of my hunting−knife. for he only answered half the question. "Your friend is decidedly mad." returned Franz. whose courage revolted at the idea of being plundered tamely. too." "You could not apply to any one better able to inform you on all these points. muttering some unintelligible words." "I shared the same fate at Aquapendente. and double−barrelled guns." said Albert. that these things are not to be laughed at. the preservers of their country. as the only one likely to listen with attention. "I do not say this to you. and you have seen how peaceful my intentions are." "Do you know. and other deadly weapons with which you intend filling the carriage?" "Not out of my armory. "where are these pistols." said Franz. we will fill our carriage with pistols. it is only to gratify a whim.' of Corneille. lighting a second cigar at the first." returned Signor Pastrini. Luigi Vampa comes to take us. and it would be ridiculous to risk our lives for so foolish a motive. recollected Chapter 33. Roman Bandits. which he sipped at intervals. Is he a shepherd or a nobleman? −− young or old? −− tall or short? Describe him. "Well. in order that. or aqueduct. and worthy the `Let him die. tell me who is this Luigi Vampa. as for us. and we see the Carnival in the carriage. going from Ferentino to Alatri. and doubtless the Roman people will crown us at the Capitol. "your answer is sublime. "here is an admirable adventure." "What!" cried Albert. and we take him −− we bring him back to Rome. and present him to his holiness the Pope. the safety of Rome was concerned. when Horace made that answer." said Albert. Signor Pastrini's face assumed an expression impossible to describe. he." Whilst Albert proposed this scheme. turning to Franz. after nightfall." Albert poured himself out a glass of lacryma Christi. "now that my companion is quieted." asked Franz. but. if we meet him by chance. "Count. 219 . "And pray. ruin. and then he spoke to Franz.

he came to the curate of Palestrina. and related his history to me. "Peste. "Pardieu!" cried Albert. "the hero of this history is only two and twenty?" "Scarcely so much. but the good curate went every day to say mass at a little hamlet too poor to pay a priest and which. Signor Pastrini drew from his fob a magnificent Breguet. for he could not quit his flock. smiling at his friend's susceptibility. with a bow.000 francs. "You tell me." said Franz." "Let us hear the history. then?" "A young man? he is only two and twenty. "I compliment you on it." continued Franz. and a count's coronet. 220 . who have all made some noise in the world." returned the host. When quite a child. motioning Signor Pastrini to seat himself. and Napoleon." "Is he tall or short?" "Of the middle height −− about the same stature as his excellency." continued Franz. Signor Pastrini. "Go on. Alexander. One day. "that you knew Luigi Vampa when he was a child −− he is still a young man. to remain standing!" The host sat down. bearing the name of its maker. −− he will gain himself a reputation. were quite behind him. "you are not a preacher." returned Albert. who owned a small flock. pointing to Albert. Albert? −− at two and twenty to be thus famous?" "Yes.The Count of Monte Cristo me. not only without ransom." said Franz. which meant that he was ready to tell them all they wished to know concerning Luigi Vampa. which he sold at Rome. when he was seven years old. and at his age. the little Vampa displayed a most extraordinary precocity. Caesar. but made me a present of a very splendid watch." "Let us see the watch. and asked to be taught to read." said Albert. was called Borgo. and entered the count's service when he was five years old. situated between Palestrina and the lake of Gabri. and lived by the wool and the milk. I have its fellow" −− he took his watch from his waistcoat pocket −− "and it cost me 3. he was born at Pampinara. his father was also a shepherd. after having made each of them a respectful bow." said Albert. Roman Bandits. "Thanks for the comparison. at the moment Signor Pastrini was about to open his mouth." "What do you think of that. it was somewhat difficult. "Here it is. and set me free. "Your excellencies permit it?" asked the host. he told Luigi that he might meet him on his Chapter 33." said he. of Parisian manufacture. "To what class of society does he belong?" "He was a shepherd−boy attached to the farm of the Count of San−Felice." "So. having no other name.

This demanded new effort. "A girl of six or seven −− that is. the first desire of a manly heart is to possess a weapon. and thus they grew up together. The child accepted joyfully. by rendering its owner terrible. So that. Teresa alone ruled by a look. For a long time a gun had been the young man's greatest ambition. and that he must profit as much as possible by it. and conversed together. and formed a sort of stylus. their wishes. made him a present of pens. In every country where independence has taken the place of liberty. at nine o'clock in the morning. and to give him two piastres a month. and had then cast the gun aside. and. His disposition (always inclined to exact concessions rather than to make them) kept him aloof from all friendships. thanks to her friend's generosity. often makes him feared. every day. she was an orphan. he began to carve all sorts of objects in wood. This was not enough −− he must now learn to write. or Valmontone had been able to gain any influence over him or even to become his companion. None of the lads of Pampinara. and a penknife. but nothing compared to the first. Palestrina. Luigi purchased books and pencils. From this moment Vampa devoted all his leisure Chapter 33. and. The next day they kept their word. paper. sat down near each other. he drew on his slate sheep. or governor of a province. like Giotto. and gold hairpins. The same evening. He applied his imitative powers to everything. and always sarcastic. the famous sculptor. took a large nail. when young. this impetuous character. With this. and attended by a train of liveried domestics. and thus learn to write. This. in the evening they separated the Count of San−Felice's flock from those of Baron Cervetri. which yielded beneath the hand of a woman. were expended in ear−rings. the priest and the boy sat down on a bank by the wayside. the little Luigi hastened to the smith at Palestrina. houses. one middling. But nothing could be farther from his thoughts. The two piastres that Luigi received every month from the Count of San−Felice's steward. And yet their natural disposition revealed itself. he was given to alternating fits of sadness and enthusiasm. The priest had a writing teacher at Rome make three alphabets −− one large. This gun had an excellent barrel.The Count of Monte Cristo return. and pointed out to him that by the help of a sharp instrument he could trace the letters on a slate. Vampa was twelve. Thus. he examined the broken stock. promising to meet the next morning. which at once renders him capable of defence or attack. astonished at his quickness and intelligence. and the little shepherd took his lesson out of the priest's breviary. and trees. and prowl around his flock. The steward gave him a gun. a little younger than Vampa −− tended sheep on a farm near Palestrina. laughed. when the flock was safe at the farm. The two children met. so beautifully carved that it would have fetched fifteen or twenty piastres. but coquettish to excess. but could never have been bended. made at Breschia. calculated what change it would require to adapt the gun to his shoulder. and the price of all the little carvings in wood he sold at Rome. a gesture. was nothing to a sculptor like Vampa. Beside his taste for the fine arts. The curate. and one small. At the end of three months he had learned to write. 221 . and carrying a ball with the precision of an English rifle. this was what Vampa longed for. Vampa saw himself the captain of a vessel. and that then he would give him a lesson. however. general of an army. and descended from the elevation of their dreams to the reality of their humble position. heated and sharpened it. with his knife. at the end of a week he wrote as well with this pen as with the stylus. it was thus that Pinelli. ordered his attendant to let him eat with the domestics. and the children returned to their respective farms. The next morning he gathered an armful of pieces of slate and began. which Luigi had carried as far as he could in his solitude. played. Roman Bandits. they separated their flocks. and their conversations. a word. superbly attired. and which beneath the hand of a man might have broken. The two children grew up together. The curate related the incident to the Count of San−Felice. had he chosen to sell it. "One day the young shepherd told the count's steward that he had seen a wolf come out of the Sabine mountains. when they had thus passed the day in building castles in the air. Teresa saw herself rich. and made a fresh stock. necklaces. Teresa was the most beautiful and the best−attired peasant near Rome. who sent for the little shepherd. born at Valmontone and was named Teresa. Teresa was lively and gay. was often angry and capricious. At the end of three months he had learned to read. but one day the count broke the stock. passing all their time with each other. let their flocks mingle together. Then. had commenced. warning him that it would be short. made him read and write before him. and Teresa eleven. in all their dreams. Then. Every day Luigi led his flock to graze on the road that leads from Palestrina to Borgo. and giving themselves up to the wild ideas of their different characters.

should the ransom be refused. because it was known that she was beloved by Vampa. and bidding her write to her father. Cucumetto had been there. as he said. and the most courageous contadino for ten leagues around. whom he hoped to surpass. Many young men of Palestrina. he purchased powder and ball. he hoped the chief would have pity on him. that Teresa overcame the terror she at first felt at the report. however. as he had for three years faithfully served him. Vampa took the dead animal on his shoulders. then the rest draw lots for her. and as he had saved his life by shooting a dragoon who was about to cut him down. These exploits had gained Luigi considerable reputation. One day he carried off a young girl. until nine the next morning. When their parents are sufficiently rich to pay a ransom. and Pampinara had disappeared. and hastened to the plain to find a messenger. The man of superior abilities always finds admirers.The Count of Monte Cristo time to perfecting himself in the use of his precious weapon. but the wolf had scarcely advanced ten yards ere he was dead. his name was Carlini. Their disappearance at first caused much disquietude. they had met in some neighboring ruins. 222 . Proud of this exploit. no one had ever spoken to her of love. they had grown together like two trees whose roots are mingled. pursued in the Abruzzo. the daughter of a surveyor of Frosinone. made a veil of her picturesque head−dress to hide her face from the lascivious gaze of the bandits. a messenger is sent to negotiate. The young girl's lover was in Cucumetto's troop. and everything served him for a mark −− the trunk of some old and moss−grown olive−tree. the strongest. and Vampa seventeen. "One evening a wolf emerged from a pine−wood hear which they were usually stationed. and bade him find a shepherd to send to Rita's father at Frosinone. He took Cucumetto one side. Teresa was sixteen. Frascati. go where he will. by accident. and she is abandoned to their brutality until death relieves her sufferings. seated at the foot of a huge pine that stood in the centre of the forest. their promises of mutual fidelity. After some time Cucumetto became the object of universal attention. About this time. but when a chief presents himself he rarely has to wait long for a band of followers. Chapter 33. the prisoner is hostage for the security of the messenger. but it was soon known that they had joined Cucumetto. Twelve hours' delay was all that was granted −− that is. and whose intermingled perfume rises to the heavens. where he had carried on a regular war. and had taken refuge on the banks of the Amasine between Sonnino and Juperno. He was spoken of as the most adroit. and had carried the maiden off. to inform him what had occurred. and they would have preferred death to a day's separation. Carlini seized it. Carlini flew joyfully to Rita. The bandit's laws are positive. and how every night. whose branches intertwined. the prisoner is irrevocably lost. He strove to collect a band of followers. as he quitted his earth on some marauding excursion. And yet the two young people had never declared their affection. Sometimes a chief is wanted. The instant the letter was written. and followed the footsteps of Decesaris and Gasperone. Cucumetto seemed to yield to his friend's entreaties. and carried him to the farm. the eagle that soared above their heads: and thus he soon became so expert. driven out of the kingdom of Naples. since he had been near. with as much accuracy as if he placed it by hand. the fox. for he but too well knew the fate that awaited her. and although Teresa was universally allowed to be the most beautiful girl of the Sabines. The brigands have never been really extirpated from the neighborhood of Rome. "It so happened that night that Cucumetto had sent Carlini to a village. had crossed the Garigliano. "The celebrated Cucumetto. so that he had been unable to go to the place of meeting. Only their wish to see each other had become a necessity. the most extraordinary traits of ferocious daring and brutality were related of him. When she recognized her lover. as her father was rich. a young girl belongs first to him who carries her off. He found a young shepherd watching his flock. and could pay a large ransom. Carlini besought his chief to make an exception in Rita's favor. a band of brigands that had established itself in the Lepini mountains began to be much spoken of. There he told the chief all −− his affection for the prisoner. However. and that her ransom was fixed at three hundred piastres. The natural messengers of the bandits are the shepherds who live between the city and the mountains. but Carlini felt his heart sink. as he was a favorite with Cucumetto. while the young girl. and amused herself by watching him direct the ball wherever he pleased. that grew on the Sabine mountains. and believed herself safe. Roman Bandits. the poor girl extended her arms to him. like Manfred. telling her she was saved.

doubtless. advancing towards the other bandits. broke it across the face of him who presented it.' and they all formed a circle round the fire. 223 . He repeated his question. a pistol in each hand. and was answered by a burst of laughter. Chapter 33.' returned Carlini. three hundred piastres distributed among the band was so small a sum that he cared little about it. and the chief inclined his head in sign of acquiescence. and to whom Carlini replied by breaking the glass across his face. −− `Your health. He found the troop in the glade. `have you executed your commission?' "`Yes. without losing sight of Carlini.' continued Cucumetto.' said Cucumetto. At the sight of Carlini. supping off the provisions exacted as contributions from the peasants. He inquired where they were.' said he. The names of all. anxious to see his mistress. extending from the temple to the mouth. propose mine to him.' At this moment Carlini heard a woman's cry. was bleeding profusely. and the youngest of the band drew forth a ticket. but.' Carlini's teeth clinched convulsively.' −− `Well done. and offered him a glass filled with Orvietto. After a hundred yards he turned the corner of the thicket.' said he calmly. laughing. `Let us draw lots! let us draw lots!' cried all the brigands. He continued to follow the path to the glade. The two brigands looked at each other for a moment −− the one with a smile of lasciviousness on his lips. as I am not egotistical. `Captain. Diavolaccio.' −− `But never mind. promising to be in Frosinone in less than an hour. to ask for an exception?' −− `It is true. and announce the joyful intelligence. the other with the pallor of death on his brow. He was standing. without his hand trembling in the least.' −− `You have determined. Rita lay between them. his arms folded. then.' −− `It is well. Now.' said Cucumetto. were placed in a hat. but this mattered little to him now Rita had been his. "`Now. but nothing betrayed a hostile design on Carlini's part. fell to his side.' "Cucumetto departed. and does credit to your taste. "Their demand was fair. and let us see if he will be more condescending to you than to me. he divined the truth. and he drank it off. for. we will return to our comrades and draw lots for her. including Carlini. A cold perspiration burst from every pore. when they saw the chief. he feared lest he should strike him unawares. and as for the money. seized the glass. Roman Bandits. "`Well. but by degrees Carlini's features relaxed. `My supper.' Every one expected an explosion on Carlini's part. to abandon her to the common law?" said Carlini. but to their great surprise. burst into a loud laugh. `just now Carlini would not drink your health when I proposed it to him. `sooner or later your turn will come. this young girl is charming. he found Rita senseless in the arms of Cucumetto. captain. `that is acting like a good fellow. who was still insensible. and the red light of the fire made them look like demons. Diovalaccio. `At nine o'clock to−morrow Rita's father will be here with the money. Carlini returned. The moon lighted the group. The eyes of all shone fiercely as they made their demand. to his great surprise. Then sitting down by the fire. Carlini!' cried the brigands. and filling it. A large wound. One of the bandits rose. his hand.The Count of Monte Cristo between civilized and savage life. any more than the rest. `To the health of the brave Cucumetto and the fair Rita. A terrible battle between the two men seemed imminent. "`Why should an exception be made in her favor?' "`I thought that my entreaties' −− "`What right have you. Carlini arrived almost as soon as himself. in the meantime. which had grasped one of the pistols in his belt. Cucumetto fancied for a moment the young man was about to take her in his arms and fly. seeing himself thus favored by fortune. the ticket bore the name of Diovolaccio. `my expedition has given me an appetite. saying. and his hair stood on end. we will have a merry night. He was the man who had proposed to Carlini the health of their chief. `are you coming?' −− `I follow you.' said he. he took a glass in one hand and a flask in the other. The boy undertook the commission. near Rita. then. Cucumetto rose. but his eye vainly sought Rita and Cucumetto among them. and rushed towards the spot whence the cry came.

`I thank you. ah. and Carlini recognized the old man.' said the bandit. `Now. The bandits looked on with astonishment at this singular conduct until they heard footsteps. without taking the money. folded himself in his cloak. But he was unable to complete this oath. in an encounter with the Roman carbineers. into the arms of his mistress's father. On the morning of the departure from the forest of Frosinone he had Chapter 33.' Carlini threw himself. There was some surprise. Her head hung back. who remained seated. who brought his daughter's ransom in person. avenge her. As he approached.' said the bandit to Rita's father. the meaning of which he could not comprehend. They turned round. It had been resolved the night before to change their encampment. and the father and the lover began to dig at the foot of a huge oak. A woman lay on the ground. and now leave me alone.' said the chief. They both advanced beneath the trees. `what hast thou done?' and he gazed with terror on Rita. for two days afterwards. as he raised his head. Diavolaccio advanced amidst the most profound silence. Cucumetto aroused his men. Roman Bandits. `does any one dispute the possession of this woman with me?' −− `No. by the firelight. The old man obeyed. `if I have done wrongly. He then took an oath of bitter vengeance over the dead body of the one and the tomb of the other. and grew pale as death. and her long hair swept the ground. that. A knife was plunged up to the hilt in Rita's left breast. until the grave was filled. his hand on the butt of one of his pistols. however.' said the old man. through whose branches streamed the moonlight. and saw Diavolaccio bearing the young girl in his arms. 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. `Now. a knife buried in her bosom. Every one looked at Carlini. beneath which the young girl was to repose. one taking the head. Cucumetto placed his sentinels for the night. who was seated by her. He went toward the place where he had left him. `Here. he should have received a ball between his shoulders. the bandits could perceive.' said he. rejoined his comrades. as he was with his face to the enemy. my son. Then. give me back my child. then. No other of the bandits would.' −− `Yet' −− replied Carlini. and the bandits wrapped themselves in their cloaks. −− `Thou hast done well!' returned the old man in a hoarse voice. and approaching the corpse. Carlini raised his head. Then. with the exception of Carlini. As they entered the circle. `aid me to bury my child. and ate and drank calmly.' continued Carlini.' Carlini obeyed. and in an instant all were on the alert. he felt that some great and unforeseen misfortune hung over his head. and gave the word to march. Then they knelt on each side of the grave. `Ah. the woman's face became visible. the other the feet. perhaps. her head resting on the knees of a man. At midnight the sentinel gave the alarm. "`There. the sheath at his belt was empty. Cucumetto stopped at last. they placed her in the grave.' returned the chief. that every one rose. Carlini was killed. and soon appeared to sleep as soundly as the rest. rising in his turn. But Carlini would not quit the forest. 224 . and carried her out of the circle of firelight. and the forms of two persons became visible to the old man's eyes. But the chief. `I expected thee. the old man said.' Carlini raised her in his arms. pale and bloody. and lighted up the face of the dead. −− `Wretch!' returned the old man. The old man remained motionless. but they all understood what Carlini had done. `I loved her.' The old man spoke not. He found the old man suspended from one of the branches of the oak which shaded his daughter's grave. sobbing like a child. At length he advanced toward the group. `Now. when they had finished. When the grave was formed.' cried Carlini. the unearthly pallor of the young girl and of Diavolaccio. therefore I slew her. my son. made a sign to him to follow.' and withdrawing the knife from the wound in Rita's bosom. extending his hand. they cast the earth over the corpse. −− `Leave me. he will tell thee what has become of her. the father kissed her first. he held it out to the old man with one hand. `demand thy child of Carlini. have done the same. and said the prayers of the dead. and then the lover. Carlini ate and drank as if nothing had happened. to Cucumetto.' Carlini fetched two pickaxes.' All savage natures appreciate a desperate deed. A ray of moonlight poured through the trees. and pointed to two persons grouped at the foot of a tree. and laid Rita at the captain's feet.' said he. −− `Cucumetto had violated thy daughter. `she is thine. The old man recognized his child.The Count of Monte Cristo while Diavolaccio disappeared. Then every one could understand the cause of the unearthly pallor in the young girl and the bandit.' and he returned to his companions. An hour before daybreak. I command you. without knowing what had become of Rita's father. `embrace me. afterwards. These were the first tears the man of blood had ever wept. `I now understand why Carlini stayed behind. This apparition was so strange and so solemn. and lay down before the fire. It was Rita's father. for she would have served as the sport of the whole band. while with the other he tore open his vest. `here are three hundred piastres.

but in vain. hastened to the stone that closed up the entrance to their grotto. He had read in the countenances of Luigi and Teresa their steadfast resolution not to surrender him. They had seen no one. The brigadier had a moment's hope. The young girl trembled very much at hearing the stories. and had assumed the form of a brigand instead of a serpent. "`Yes. and he drew from his pocket a purse full of gold. The Count of San−Felice announced a grand masked ball. and three thousand lire are a fortune for two poor orphans who are going to be married. Vampa then removed the stone. and had only their employers' leave to ask. and heard this oath of vengeance. without saying a word. drew it away. but Vampa reassured her with a smile. tapping the butt of his good fowling−piece. and then suddenly a man came out of the wood. near which the two young persons used to graze their flocks.' "Then the carbineers scoured the country in different directions. he exclaimed. closed the stone upon him. Several days elapsed. can you conceal me?' They knew full well that this fugitive must be a bandit. to which all that were distinguished in Rome were invited. Through the crevices in the granite he had seen the two young peasants talking with the carbineers. Vampa. on horseback. in a retreat unknown to every one. like a wise man. and gayest glass beads.' said the brigadier. saw the young peasants. her eyes sparkled when she thought of all the fine gowns and gay jewellery she could buy with this purse of gold. Teresa had a great desire to see this ball. "`Yes. Luigi wore the very picturesque garb of the Roman peasant at holiday time. Five hundred Roman crowns are three thousand lire.' replied the brigadier. They were both orphans. with the servants and peasants. began to question them. that she and he might be present amongst the servants of the house. and.' The two young persons exchanged looks. made a sign to the fugitive to take refuge there. which had been already sought and obtained. it is very annoying. and guessed the subject of their parley. and the bird fell dead at the foot of the tree. "Cucumetto was a cunning fiend. Thus. The three carbineers looked about carefully on every side. every one trembles at the name of Cucumetto. pausing several times on his way. They told ten other stories of this bandit chief. he pointed to a crow. Roman Bandits. and they neither saw nor heard of Cucumetto. and if that did not restore her courage. after a time. Luigi asked permission of his protector. `That is very annoying. but there is an innate sympathy between the Roman brigand and the Roman peasant and the latter is always ready to aid the former. and Cucumetto came out. Chapter 33.The Count of Monte Cristo followed Carlini in the darkness. `but we have not seen him. under the pretext of saluting his protectors. Time passed on. "These narratives were frequently the theme of conversation between Luigi and Teresa. When he came within hearing. Carmela was precisely the age and figure of Teresa. `I am pursued. and galloping up. But Vampa raised his head proudly. took aim. her most brilliant ornaments in her hair. They both mingled. anticipated it. and he returned to the forest. each more singular than the other. they disappeared. for the man we are looking for is the chief. and hurried towards them. `and as his head is valued at a thousand Roman crowns. from Fondi to Perusia. as they had leave to do.' −− `Cucumetto?' cried Luigi and Teresa at the same moment. and the two young people had agreed to be married when Vampa should be twenty and Teresa nineteen years of age.' said Vampa. while the fourth dragged a brigand prisoner by the neck. there would have been five hundred for you. whom he adored. if you had helped us to catch him. appeared on the edge of the wood. Instantly afterwards four carbineers. then. they heard two or three reports of firearms. The time of the Carnival was at hand. and Teresa was as handsome as Carmela. 225 . which he offered to them. −− she was in the costume of the women of Frascati. On the evening of the ball Teresa was attired in her best. and then went and resumed his seat by Teresa. The ball was given by the Count for the particular pleasure of his daughter Carmela. as to Teresa. This was granted. the steward. and this look from Teresa showed to him that she was a worthy daughter of Eve. touched the trigger. One day when they were talking over their plans for the future. three of them appeared to be looking for the fugitive. which threw its ball so well. perched on some dead branch.

formed quadrilles. that she acceded. her girdle was of Turkey silk. Then fearing that his paroxysm might get the better of him. and with the other convulsively grasped the dagger with a carved handle which was in his belt. accompanied by her elegant cavalier. And with overpowering compliments her handsome cavalier led her back to the place whence he had taken her. Teresa was endowed with all those wild graces which are so much more potent than our affected and studied elegancies.The Count of Monte Cristo "The festa was magnificent. were brilliant with gold and jewels. her bodice and skirt were of cashmere. Luigi was jealous! He felt that. and saying a few words to him. the guests stopped. We need hardly add that these peasant costumes. we will not undertake to say that Carmela was not jealous of her. without whom it was impossible for the quadrille to be formed. Teresa felt a flush pass over her face. Velletri. he drew from the scabbard from time to time. she looked at Luigi. it seemed as if the whole world was turning round with him. and then thrilled through his whole body. influenced by her ambitions and coquettish disposition. at first timid and scared. At each cross−path was an orchestra. every pulse beat with violence. and invited her to dance in a quadrille directed by the count's daughter. and very soon the palace overflowed to the terraces. but this is not all. who was hanging on Luigi's arm in a group of peasants. Teresa might escape him. but the young girl had disappeared. `Will you allow me. but not one of the guests had a costume similar to her own. "The young peasant girl. soon recovered herself. which he had held beneath his own. and the terraces to the garden−walks. The Count of San−Felice pointed out Teresa. One of the cavaliers then hastened to invite Teresa. although Teresa listened timidly and with downcast eyes to the conversation of her cavalier. 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. once even the blade of his knife. the cashmere waist−girdles. had dazzled her eyes with its sinister glare. pointed with her finger to Teresa. and the reflection of sapphires and diamonds almost turned her giddy brain. It was like an acute pain which gnawed at his heart. with large embroidered flowers. Twice or thrice during the dance the young girl had glanced at Luigi. that Luigi had Chapter 33. all dazzled her. the pins in her hair were of gold and diamonds. Thus. Carmela alone objecting to it. but there was one lady wanting. and Teresa was frivolous and coquettish. "Luigi felt a sensation hitherto unknown arising in his mind. Carmela looked all around her. and the other as a woman of La Riccia. who could not refuse his assent. and where Luigi awaited her. and then went to Teresa. in the eyes of an artist. Certainly. and tables spread with refreshments. and it seemed as though a bell were ringing in his ears. He followed with his eye each movement of Teresa and her cavalier. as Luigi could read in the ardent looks of the good−looking young man that his language was that of praise. `are we not in Carnival time?' −− Carmela turned towards the young man who was talking with her. not only was the villa brilliantly illuminated. took her appointed place with much agitation in the aristocratic quadrille. bowed in obedience. and thus the embroidery and muslins. father?' said Carmela. Roman Bandits. and which. when their hands touched. They were attired as peasants of Albano. 226 . and danced in any part of the grounds they pleased. her apron of Indian muslin. and all the voices of hell were whispering in his ears ideas of murder and assassination. Luigi slowly relinquished Teresa's arm. like those of the young women. The truth was. The quadrille had been most perfect. the exact and strict costume of Teresa had a very different character from that of Carmela and her companions. and Teresa. and each time she saw that he was pale and that his features were agitated. We have said that Teresa was handsome. Two of her companions were dressed. the one as a woman of Nettuno. half drawn from its sheath. and if she were envious of the Count of San−Felice's daughter. but thousands of colored lanterns were suspended from the trees in the garden.' replied the count. he clutched with one hand the branch of a tree against which he was leaning. it was almost tremblingly that she resumed her lover's arm. or those of her companions. Civita−Castellana. but the Count of San−Felice besought his daughter so earnestly. The young man looked. he felt as though he should swoon. When they spoke. and the buttons of her corset were of jewels. "Carmela wished to form a quadrille. Her cap was embroidered with pearls. unwittingly. She had almost all the honors of the quadrille. and Sora. −− `Certainly. and it was evident there was a great demand for a repetition. Carmela was attired like a woman of Sonnino.

which was twenty feet from the ground. Luigi took her arm beneath his own. where she fainted. Why. she on her part assumed a smiling air. Awakened in the night by the light of the flames. she went into the house with a sigh. at the usual hour. Roman Bandits. `that I would give half my life for a costume such as she wore. you shall have it!' "The young girl.' −− `And I replied. when suddenly her window. Carmela was greatly troubled that she had not recognized him.' replied Teresa with astonishment. −− "`Teresa. which was natural to her when she was not excited or in a passion. half by persuasion and half by force. raised her head to look at him. he took Teresa quite away. Luigi remained mute. `Teresa."' −− `Yes. made that appear to him rather a favor of providence than a real misfortune. An entire wing of the villa was burnt down. The young girl.' said Luigi. wrapped herself in a dressing−gown. he had removed Teresa toward another part of the garden. and. yet fully comprehended that Luigi was right in reproaching her. what were you thinking of as you danced opposite the young Countess of San−Felice?' −− `I thought. no doubt. much astonished. and not a word escaped his lips the rest of the evening. 227 . the two young peasants were on the borders of the forest. she sprang out of bed. and as he left her at her home. and attempted to escape by the door. she did not know. −− and the marvellous manner in which she had escaped. Teresa followed him with her eyes into the darkness as long as she could.' said Luigi. "Very well. but the corridor by which she hoped to fly was already a prey to the flames. he left her.' replied the young girl. but yet she did not the less feel that these reproaches were merited. due. and when he had quite disappeared. and seemed to have completely forgotten the events of the previous evening. with all the frankness of her nature. but what of that. excepting the danger Carmela had run. calling for help as loudly as she could. Teresa had yielded in spite of herself. perceiving that there was something extraordinary. to Teresa's great astonishment. She herself was not exempt from internal emotion. The young girl was very pensive.' −− `Well. and the gates of the villa were closed on them for the festa in−doors. but his face was so gloomy and terrible that her words froze to her lips. `but I was mad to utter such a wish. He came toward Teresa in high spirits. but he did not appear. and without having done anything wrong.' −− `Yes. −− 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.' Chapter 33. The Villa of San−Felice took fire in the rooms adjoining the very apartment of the lovely Carmela. and led her to the door of the grotto. "The next day. When she recovered. offering her assistance. As the count was immensely rich.' replied the young girl. "That night a memorable event occurred. she understood by his silence and trembling voice that something strange was passing within him. but no one had seen him. and with superhuman skill and strength conveyed her to the turf of the grass−plot. whose astonishment increased at every word uttered by Luigi. as long as Carmela was safe and uninjured? Her preserver was everywhere sought for. seized her in his arms. he said. Luigi arrived first. As Luigi spoke thus. but when she looked at the agitated countenance of the young man. However. was opened.' "`He was right. looked at him steadfastly. her father was by her side. but seeing Luigi so cheerful. `but of course your reply was only to please me. you shall have it. `Do you desire it as ardently as you say?' −− `Yes.' "`And what said your cavalier to you?' −− `He said it only depended on myself to have it.The Count of Monte Cristo not felt the strength to support another such trial. and I had only one word to say. he was inquired after. Then he paused. She then returned to her room. to the imprudence of some servant who had neglected to extinguish the lights. `yesterday evening you told me you would give all the world to have a costume similar to that of the count's daughter. All the servants surrounded her. a young peasant jumped into the chamber. then.

In ten minutes Luigi and the traveller reached the cross−roads. for this poniard is worth more than two sequins. which burnt on each side of a splendid mirror. and showed Teresa the grotto. The traveller.' said the traveller.' At these words he drew away the stone. Alexander. and freed from his heavy covering. who seemed used to this difference between the servility of a man of the cities and the pride of the mountaineer. and. and thus presenting against the blue sky that perfect outline which is peculiar to distant objects in southern climes. placed his carbine on his shoulder. it is hardly worth a piastre. and on reaching these the traveller might again stray from his route. "that was the name which the traveller gave to Vampa as his own. Roman Bandits. `but then the obligation will be on my side. drawing back his hand. darted into the grotto.' said Luigi proudly. who engraved it myself. awakened in him a world of recollections. −− "That is your road. `take these two Venetian sequins and give them to your bride. as may well be supposed.The Count of Monte Cristo "`I have promised no more than I have given you. he saw a traveller on horseback. "Proceed!" said he to the host. and on a chair at the side was laid the rest of the costume.' "`I accept it. perhaps." replied the narrator. 228 . stopping a moment. King of Macedon. offering the young herdsman some small pieces of money. I do not sell it. On arriving there. with an air as majestic as that of an emperor.' said Luigi. Teresa. "it is a very pretty name. −− `And yours?' −− `I.' −− `And here is your recompense." −− Franz said no more.'" Franz d'Epinay started with surprise.' replied the traveller. were spread out the pearl necklace and the diamond pins. preceded the traveller with the rapid step of a mountaineer. he thought he heard a cry." "Well. He listened to know whence this sound could proceed.' replied the shepherd. transformed into a dressing−room. excellency. Chapter 33. without inquiring whence this attire came.' −− `Then. "Vampa put the two sequins haughtily into his pocket. he stretched his hand towards that one of the roads which the traveller was to follow. Luigi was not mistaken. The name of Sinbad the Sailor.' −− `Ah. as if uncertain of his road." he said. "Sinbad the Sailor. and slowly returned by the way he had gone. "Yes. you will. but as at a distance of a quarter of a mile the road again divided into three ways. who was going from Palestrina to Tivoli. made by Luigi. or even thanking Luigi. he put his horse into a gallop and advanced toward him. for on the crest of a small adjacent hill which cut off the view toward Palestrina. and the adventures of the gentleman of that name amused me very much in my youth.' −− `For a dealer perhaps. the young man directed him. he begged Luigi to be his guide. yes. on a rustic table. as had the name of the Count of Monte Cristo on the previous evening.' −− `Well.' answered the traveller. `am called Sinbad the Sailor. to make herself a pair of earrings. and now you cannot again mistake. which a horse can scarcely keep up with. `I render a service. `if you refuse wages. −− `Luigi Vampa. A moment afterwards he thought he heard his own name pronounced distinctly. and what may you have to say against this name?" inquired Albert. but for me.' said the young herdsman. When he saw Luigi. "Teresa uttered a cry of joy. lighted up by two wax lights. "`Thank you. `Go into the grotto and dress yourself.' "`What is your name?' inquired the traveller. `you will not find one better carved between Albano and Civita−Castellana. had mistaken his way. I must confess. that is another thing. Luigi threw his cloak on the ground.' "`And then do you take this poniard. Luigi pushed the stone behind her. As he came within two or three hundred paces of the grotto.' said the traveller. with the same air as he would have replied.' said the traveller. accept a gift.

Teresa. directed by the unerring skill of the young herdsman. shuddering in every limb. and in a moment reached the summit of a hill opposite to that on which he had perceived the traveller. We need scarcely say that all the paths of the mountain were known to Vampa. garters of deerskin. he had been enamoured of Teresa. on reaching Paris. If a second traveller had passed. led into a deep gorge. Suddenly. He had assumed the entire costume of Cucumetto. cocking his carbine as he went. so that the young man feared that the ball that had brought down his enemy. Vampa then rushed towards Teresa. no doubt. and soon entered it. and threw a hesitating glance at the dead body over the shoulder of her lover. diamond pins. He would. had pierced his heart. not uttering a syllable. Teresa uttered a cry of admiration.The Count of Monte Cristo The cry proceeded from the grotto. Vampa took this wild road. Vampa measured the distance. followed him for a second in his track. with clinched hands. He had just expired. Roman Bandits. whatever it may be?' −− `Oh.' said he −− `good. −− `And follow me wherever I go?' −− `To the world's end. was already three−quarters of the way on the road from the grotto to the forest. although there was no beaten track. and there was not a chance of overtaking him. when the ball.' −− `Then take my arm. and it was fright alone that had overcome Teresa. and his hair on end in the sweat of death. At the end of this time they had reached the thickest of the forest. he would have seen a strange thing. and had sworn she should be his. then he put the butt of his carbine to his shoulder. Fortunately. and buttons of sapphires. and red and green silk. have believed that he had returned to the times of Florian. the man was at least two hundred paces in advance of him. The young man saw the effect produced on his betrothed. and a smile of pride passed over his lips. and believed he at length had her in his power. From that time he had watched them. for at ten paces from the dying man her legs had failed her. and a hat whereon hung ribbons of all colors. a cartridge−box worked with gold. we have no time to lose. he turned towards the wounded man. and shadowed by the tufted umbrage of the pines. for he appeared to her at this moment as handsome. His eyes remained open and menacing. two watches hung from his girdle. and pressed closely against her guide. that he had met an Alpine shepherdess seated at the foot of the Sabine Hill. 229 . a man advanced from behind a tree Chapter 33.' "Teresa was clothed from head to foot in the garb of the Count of San−Felice's daughter. which. but for the difficulties of its descent. and thus they kept on advancing for nearly an hour and a half. At the end of a quarter of an hour Vampa quitted the grotto. she endeavored to repress her emotion. −− `Now.' −− The young girl did so without questioning her lover as to where he was conducting her. took aim at the ravisher. with ear−rings and necklace of pearls. Teresa had become alarmed at the wild and deserted look of the plain around her. or Schnetz. Three cries for help came more distinctly to his ear. who was hastening towards the wood. Suddenly Vampa turned toward his mistress: −− `Ah. Vampa took Cucumetto's body in his arms and conveyed it to the grotto. and let us on. and recognized Cucumetto. yes!' exclaimed the young girl enthusiastically. sky−blue velvet breeches. He wore a vest of garnet−colored velvet. as if his feet had been rooted to the ground. clad in a cashmere grown. as Nessus. his mouth in a spasm of agony.' he said to Teresa. good! You are dressed. and he fell with Teresa in his arms. his costume was no less elegant than that of Teresa. They went towards the forest. but as she saw him advance with even step and composed countenance. worked with a thousand arabesques. but the man lay on the earth struggling in the agonies of death. with buttons of cut gold. emeralds. on the contrary. Vampa gazed on him for a moment without betraying the slightest emotion. The ravisher stopped suddenly. When Luigi had assured himself that she was safe and unharmed. while. and powerful as a god. whose bed was dry. a silk waistcoat covered with embroidery. and profiting by the moment when her lover had left her alone. but he knew his path by looking at the trees and bushes. The young girl rose instantly. and would have declared. about ten paces from them. fastened above the knee with diamond buckles. enclosed between two ridges. proud. He cast his eyes around him and saw a man carrying off Teresa. dared not approach the slain ruffian but by degrees. had carried her off. had also wounded his betrothed. it is now my turn to dress myself. his knees bent under him. he therefore went forward without a moment's hesitation. The young shepherd stopped. seemed. −− a shepherdess watching her flock. and she had dropped on her knees. This man. a Roman scarf tied round his neck. He bounded like a chamois. Vampa in this attire resembled a painting by Leopold Robert. `are you ready to share my fortune. while in her turn Teresa remained outside. she was unscathed. and a splendid poniard was in his belt. the centaur. that path to Avernus of which Virgil speaks. and then fired. A torrent. carried Dejanira. Vampa approached the corpse. From the day on which the bandit had been saved by the two young peasants. and rubies.

he reappears suddenly at Albano. and he is on the waters. `do wolves rend each other?' −− `Who are you?' inquired the sentinel. then. `Here is a young man who seeks and wishes to speak to you. Roman Bandits. They seek for him in the mountains. Tivoli. "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. and that settles the account. at Giglio." "Then the police have vainly tried to lay hands on him?" "Why.The Count of Monte Cristo and aimed at Vampa." "Well. The bandits shouted with laughter.' said Vampa. `or.' he said. if the money is not forthcoming. who had recognized Luigi Vampa. or Monte Cristo. −− `I have killed your chief.' said the sentinel. but I came to ask something more than to be your companion. as they went on Teresa clung tremblingly to her lover at the sight of weapons and the glistening of carbines through the trees. my dear Albert." replied Franz. a croak answered this signal. raising his hand with a gesture of disdain. and he has suddenly taken refuge in the islands. I understand. and the smugglers of the coast. "and never had an existence.' −− Vampa smiled disdainfully at this precaution on the part of the bandit. The retreat of Rocca Bianca was at the top of a small mountain. −− `I come to ask to be your captain.' −− `What do you want?' −− `I would speak with your companions who are in the glade at Rocca Bianca." "And how does he behave towards travellers?" "Alas! his plan is very simple." Chapter 33. whether he gives eight hours. while Teresa. clung closely to him. or La Riccia. Then the bandit thrice imitated the cry of a crow. whose dress I now wear. At the end of ten minutes the bandit made them a sign to stop. Teresa and Luigi reached the summit. `And what have you done to aspire to this honor?' demanded the lieutenant. and continued to advance with the same firm and easy step as before. turning towards his friend. −− `What has he to say?' inquired the young man who was in command in the chief's absence. −− `Not another step. and all at once found themselves in the presence of twenty bandits.' said the young man.' was Vampa's reply. `or you are a dead man. then they pursue him." "And what may a myth be?" inquired Pastrini. `and you seek admittance into our ranks?' −− `Welcome!' cried several bandits from Ferrusino. and when that time has elapsed he allows another hour's grace. or plants his dagger in his heart. twelve hours. −− `I wish to say that I am tired of a shepherd's life. −− `Yes. he has a good understanding with the shepherds in the plains.' −− Luigi and Teresa again set forward.' said the sentinel. and I set fire to the villa San−Felice to procure a wedding−dress for my betrothed. "The explanation would be too long. no longer able to restrain her alarm. Cucumetto. the fishermen of the Tiber. −− `Good!' said the sentry.' −− `Follow me. shepherd of the San−Felice farm." said Franz. he blows out the prisoner's brains with a pistol−shot. went before Teresa." replied Albert.' said the lieutenant. The two young persons obeyed. and he is on the open sea. At the sixtieth minute of this hour. vice Cucumetto deceased. "what think you of citizen Luigi Vampa?" "I say he is a myth. as you know your way. 230 .' An hour afterwards Luigi Vampa was chosen captain. It depends on the distance he may be from the city. and Anagni.' −− `What. `you may now go on. −− `I am Luigi Vampa. Guanouti. and when they hunt for him there. go first.' −− `And what may that be?' inquired the bandits with astonishment. which no doubt in former days had been a volcano −− an extinct volcano before the days when Remus and Romulus had deserted Alba to come and found the city of Rome. −− `Ah. you see. Pampinara. or a day wherein to pay their ransom. then. my dear landlord. they follow him on the waters.

rising. at Rome. the two young men went down the staircase. and Pastrini's account of Vampa's having found refuge on board the vessels of smugglers and fishermen. who seizes upon you directly you set foot in your hotel. One fact more than the rest brought his friend "Sinbad the Sailor" back to his recollection. therefore. and the Chapter 34. he continued to ponder over the singular history he had so lately listened to. that during the ride to the Colosseum they passed not a single ancient ruin. almost to each part of a monument. "the coach is ready." inquired Franz of his companion. The Colosseum. in which his mysterious host of Monte Cristo was so strangely mixed up. and never quits you while you remain in the city." said he. they had paid two conductors. morbleu. I thought you had more courage. arriving at a satisfactory reply to any of them. by the streets!" cried Franz.The Count of Monte Cristo "Well. and lighting his third cigar. 231 . nor is it possible. that wonder of all ages. which had even deviated from its course and touched at Porto−Vecchio for the sole purpose of landing them. all must bow to the superiority of the gigantic labor of the Caesars. and the wonders of Babylon be talked of no more among us. Seated with folded arms in a corner of the carriage. however. be easily imagined there is no scarcity of guides at the Colosseum. Franz had so managed his route. and further. The usual guide from the hotel having followed them. proving thereby how largely his circle of acquaintances extended. so unexpected was his appearance. "are you still disposed to go to the Colosseum by the outer wall?" "Quite so." "By the Porta del Popolo or by the streets. eagerly alighting. and Gaeta. The Colosseum." "Well. then. and Spain." said Franz." The clock struck nine as the door opened. The carriage stopped near the Meta Sudans. abundantly proved to him that his island friend was playing his philanthropic part on the shores of Piombino. This itinerary possessed another great advantage. who appeared to have sprung up from the ground. your excellencies?" "By the streets. so that no preliminary impression interfered to mitigate the colossal proportions of the gigantic building they came to admire. The road selected was a continuation of the Via Sistina. and the young men. the travellers would find themselves directly opposite the Colosseum. and that was the mysterious sort of intimacy that seemed to exist between the brigands and the sailors. and to ask himself an interminable number of questions touching its various circumstances without. −− that of leaving Franz at full liberty to indulge his deep reverie upon the subject of Signor Pastrini's story. "Excellencies. as on those of Corsica. they were at once dispersed at the sight of the dark frowning ruins of the stupendous Colosseum. "if the way be picturesque. to avoid this abundant supply of guides. found themselves opposite a cicerone. "really. It may. "Ah. my dear fellow. The very name assumed by his host of Monte Cristo and again repeated by the landlord of the Hotel de Londres. and a coachman appeared. "let us to the Colosseum." So saying. the door was opened." said Albert. 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. through the various openings of which the pale moonlight played and flickered like the unearthly gleam from the eyes of the wandering dead." said Albert. Franz bethought him of having heard his singular entertainer speak both of Tunis and Palermo. which Martial thus eulogizes: "Let Memphis cease to boast the barbarous miracles of her pyramids. besides the ordinary cicerone. reminded Franz of the two Corsican bandits he had found supping so amicably with the crew of the little yacht. Ostia. Civita−Vecchio. there is also a special cicerone belonging to each monument −− nay. Chapter 34. Albert. But however the mind of the young man might he absorbed in these reflections. Tuscany. and got into the carriage.

as a matter of course. with the Lions' Den. leaving them to follow their monotonous round. 232 . but the hesitation with which he proceeded. while large masses of thick. stopping and listening with anxious attention at every step he took. And his appearance had nothing extraordinary in it. to his credit be it spoken. Around this opening. as the guides alone are permitted to visit these monuments with torches in their hands. who." As for Albert and Franz. and finishing with Caesar's "Podium. entering Chapter 34. upon which the moon was at that moment pouring a full tide of silvery brightness. and. to escape a jargon and mechanical survey of the wonders by which he was surrounded. gradually emerging from the staircase opposite. was approaching the spot where he sat. Franz ascended a half−dilapidated staircase. was duly and deeply touched with awe and enthusiastic admiration of all he saw. and as regularly followed by them. and hung floating to and fro. leaving a large round opening. but dragged the unconscious visitor to the various objects with a pertinacity that admitted of no appeal. like Franz. The Colosseum. which. Albert had already made seven or eight similar excursions to the Colosseum.The Count of Monte Cristo many voices of Fame spread far and wide the surpassing merits of this incomparable monument. and from whence his eyes followed the motions of Albert and his guides. Scarcely. 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. He wore a large brown mantle. and. that rendered it impossible to distinguish his features. and. The lower part of his dress was more distinctly visible by the bright rays of the moon. had the reflective Franz walked a hundred steps beneath the interior porticoes of the ruin. seated himself at the foot of a column. convinced Franz that he expected the arrival of some person. The stranger thus presenting himself was probably a person who. Franz withdrew as much as possible behind his pillar. who endeavored as much as possible to prevent his footsteps from being heard. 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 which time the vast proportions of the building appear twice as large when viewed by the mysterious beams of a southern moonlit sky. About ten feet from the spot where he and the stranger were. therefore. while the upper part was completely hidden by his broad−brimmed hat. and immediately opposite a large aperture. which permitted him to enjoy a full and undisturbed view of the gigantic dimensions of the majestic ruin. then. There was nothing remarkable in the circumstance of a fragment of granite giving way and falling heavily below. grew a quantity of creeping plants. some restless shades following the flickering glare of so many ignes−fatui. abandoning Albert to the guides (who would by no means yield their prescriptive right of carrying their victims through the routine regularly laid down. the roof had given way. although his dress was easily made out. possibly. Conjecture soon became certainty. his mind. whose delicate green branches stood out in bold relief against the clear azure of the firmament. served likewise to mask the lower part of his countenance. for the figure of a man was distinctly visible to Franz. one fold of which. thrown over his left shoulder. strong fibrous shoots forced their way through the chasm. The person whose mysterious arrival had attracted the attention of Franz stood in a kind of half−light. holding torches in their hands. By a sort of instinctive impulse. which had. even amid the glib loquacity of the guides. thickly studded with stars. and certainly no adequate notion of these stupendous ruins can be formed save by such as have visited them. through which might be seen the blue vault of heaven."). while his less favored companion trod for the first time in his life the classic ground forming the monument of Flavius Vespasian. whose rays are sufficiently clear and vivid to light the horizon with a glow equal to the soft twilight of an eastern clime. the young men made no attempt at resistance. and more especially by moonlight. Thus. as they glided along. for ages permitted a free entrance to the brilliant moonbeams that now illumined the vast pile. they essayed not to escape from their ciceronian tyrants. indeed. than. preferred the enjoyment of solitude and his own thoughts to the frivolous gabble of the guides. and also that some one. like so many waving strings. but it seemed to him that the substance that fell gave way beneath the pressure of a foot. but blindly and confidingly surrendered themselves into the care and custody of their conductors. it would have been so much the more difficult to break their bondage. beginning. and then again disappeared down the steps conducting to the seats reserved for the Vestal virgins. had emerged from a vomitarium at the opposite extremity of the Colosseum. resembling.

your excellency. too. "I came here direct from the Castle of St.** and he. and glided down by their help to within three or four feet of the ground. that they are glad of all opportunity of making an example." "Briefly. he could only come to one conclusion. whose only crime consisted in furnishing us with provisions. The Colosseum. over which descended fashionably cut trousers of black cloth. with such extreme fear. I should have felt quite sure that the delay was not occasioned by any fault of yours." * Knocked on the head. in the Roman dialect. From the imperfect means Franz had of judging. what did you glean?" "That two executions of considerable interest will take place the day after to−morrow at two o'clock." replied the stranger in purest Tuscan. when a slight noise was heard outside the aperture in the roof. then. no one knows what may happen. that you have inspired not only the pontifical government. instead of being knocked on the head as you would be if once they caught hold of you. ten o'clock his just struck on the Lateran. and then leaped lightly on his feet. and deserves not the smallest pity. who murdered the priest who brought him up. and almost immediately a dark shadow seemed to obstruct the flood of light that had entered it. "I beg your excellency's pardon for keeping you waiting. "but I don't think I'm many minutes after my time." Chapter 34. and so help me out of prison. as his eye caught sight of him in the mantle. The man who had performed this daring act with so much indifference wore the Transtevere costume." said the man. and I give him so much a year to let me know what is going on within his holiness's castle." "Indeed! You are a provident person. Beppo is employed in the prison. I see. by which means." "Say not a word about being late. and the stranger began to show manifest signs of impatience. and there is a spectacle to please every spectator." "Why. but also the neighboring states. shed their refulgent beams on feet cased in elegantly made boots of polished leather. Some few minutes had elapsed. is poor Peppino. Angelo." said the man. you see. as is customary at Rome at the commencement of all great festivals." "Your excellency is perfectly right in so thinking. But mark the distinction with which he is treated. he is simply sentenced to be guillotined. ** Beheaded. "The fact is. "'tis I who am too soon. Perhaps some of these days I may be entrapped. he grasped a floating mass of thickly matted boughs. 233 . the amusements of the day are diversified. and the figure of a man was clearly seen gazing with eager scrutiny on the immense space beneath him." "But Peppino did not even belong to my band: he was merely a poor shepherd. like poor Peppino and may be very glad to have some little nibbling mouse to gnaw the meshes of my net.* he is an atrocious villain.The Count of Monte Cristo through the broken ceiling. The other sufferer is sentenced to be decapitato. and I had an immense deal of trouble before I could get a chance to speak to Beppo." "And who is Beppo?" "Oh. One of the culprits will be mazzolato. −− that the person whom he was thus watching certainly belonged to no inferior station of life. But even if you had caused me to wait a little while." "Which makes him your accomplice to all intents and purposes.

by the assistance of their stilettos. "excuse me for saying that you seem to me precisely in the mood to commit some wild or extravagant act. at a signal from me. and have no fears for the result." "Oh. but rely upon my obtaining the reprieve I seek. drive back the guard. having a large cross in red marked on it. that the person receiving them shall obtain a respite till next year for Peppino.400 seconds very many things can be done. and carry off the prisoner. and every minute sub−divided into sixty seconds? Now in 86. the execution is fixed for the day after tomorrow." "And how shall I know whether your excellency has succeeded or not. and that you have but one day to work in. the two outside windows will be hung with yellow damasks. and the centre with white. I should hate and despise myself as a coward did I desert the brave fellow in his present extremity. and convinces me that my scheme is far better than yours. 234 . my good fellow. "What did your excellency say?" inquired the other. pistols. in case your excellency should fail." "That seems to me as hazardous as uncertain. but one thing I have resolved on." said the man in the cloak. each hour into sixty minutes." "And what do you mean to do?" "To surround the scaffold with twenty of my best men. suddenly expressing himself in French. "I said. who. another skilfully placed 1. that I would do more single−handed by the means of gold than you and all your troop could effect with stilettos. and that is. The Colosseum. if it is any satisfaction to you to do so.The Count of Monte Cristo "Without reckoning the wholly unexpected one I am preparing to surprise them with.000 piastres." "And whom will you employ to carry the reprieve to the officer directing the execution?" Chapter 34." "None whatever. then. should I have obtained the requisite pardon for Peppino." "My good friend. I have engaged the three lower windows at the Cafe Rospoli. and blunderbusses included. that is very easily arranged. who has got into this scrape solely from having served me. Take what precautions you please." "Perhaps I am. there can be no harm in myself and party being in readiness." "At least. to act. and during that year." "And do you feel sure of succeeding?" "Pardieu!" exclaimed the man in the cloak. I will so advantageously bestow 2. carbines." "Remember. and." "And what is your excellency's project?" "Just this. Leave me." "And what of that? Is not a day divided into twenty−four hours.000 piastres will afford him the means of escaping from his prison. will rush forward directly Peppino is brought for execution. to stop at nothing to restore a poor devil to liberty.

The Count of Monte Cristo "Send one of your men." "'Tis some travellers. it will be as well to acquaint Peppino with what we have determined on." said the man." replied the cavalier in the cloak. not very distant period. I am sadly afraid both my reputation and credit would suffer thereby. then. then. "Well. my good friend. "you are fully persuaded of my entire devotion to you. when I. In ten minutes after the strangers had departed. you may regard it as done. for I may remind you of your promise at some. will hand it to the executioner. 235 . who are visiting the Colosseum by torchlight. the Transteverin disappeared down the staircase. Franz. because in either case a very useless expense will have been incurred. in his turn. perhaps. and I further promise you to be there as a spectator of your prowess. your excellency will find me what I have found you in this my heavy trouble. may require your aid and influence. Franz was on Chapter 34. and. "I hear a noise. depend upon me as firmly as I do upon you." "Have a care how far you pledge yourself. disguised as a penitent friar. muffling his features more closely than before in the folds of his mantle. use your daggers in any way you please. for done it shall be. passed almost close to Franz. bearing a red cross." "Well. 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." "And if you fail?" "Then all three windows will have yellow draperies." "Your excellency. His dress will procure him the means of approaching the scaffold itself." "And then?" "And then. and if from the other end of the world you but write me word to do such or such a thing. however. however I may be honored by your friendship. your excellency. and descended to the arena by an outward flight of steps. while his companion. are you not?" "Nay. I flatter myself that there can be no doubt of it. if once the extent of our intimacy were known. my good fellow. and henceforward you shall receive not only devotion. and might possibly recognize you." "Let that day come sooner or later. and I will give it to him. if you obtain the reprieve?" "The middle window at the Cafe Rospoli will be hung with white damask. The next minute Franz heard himself called by Albert. in my turn." "We understand each other perfectly. those guides are nothing but spies." Saying these words. and he will deliver the official order to the officer. if it be only to prevent his dying of fear or losing his senses. on the word and faith of" −− "Hush!" interrupted the stranger. my worthy friend. then. who made the lofty building re−echo with the sound of his friend's name. in the meantime." "'Twere better we should not be seen together. but the most absolute obedience from myself and those under me that one human being can render to another. Adieu. who. The Colosseum. only fulfil your promise of rescuing Peppino.

and had shared a lower box at the Opera. Albert had never been able to endure the Italian theatres. Yes. The opera of "Parisina" was announced for representation. and that upon his return he should astonish the Parisian world with the recital of his numerous love−affairs." supported by three of the most renowned vocalists of Italy. whose mysterious meeting in the Colosseum he had so unintentionally witnessed. therefore. and with that intent have sought to renew their short acquaintance. touching the iron−pointed nets used to prevent the ferocious beasts from springing on the spectators. Albert had employed his time in arranging for the evening's diversion.The Count of Monte Cristo the road to the Piazza de Spagni. It was more especially when this man was speaking in a manner half jesting. but. the confidential nature of the conversation he had overheard made him. and though Franz had been unable to distinguish his features. but internally he was deeply wounded. he permitted his former host to retire without attempting a recognition. but fully promising himself a rich indemnity for his present forbearance should chance afford him another opportunity. to think that Albert de Morcerf. that the person who wore the mantle was no other than his former host and entertainer. The young men. in a single day he had accomplished what his more serious−minded companion would have taken weeks to effect. but not so the other." Under any other circumstances. according to the characteristic modesty of a Frenchman. the firmer grew his opinion on the subject. and the absence of balconies. Like a genuine Frenchman. after the manner of Pliny and Calpurnius. One of the two men. poor Chapter 34. he longed to be alone. alas. that Franz's ear recalled most vividly the deep sonorous. and La Specchia. with propriety. he fell asleep at daybreak. 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. in fact. yet well−pitched voice that had addressed him in the grotto of Monte Cristo. The Colosseum. Franz let him proceed without interruption. and his self−love immensely piqued. from his being either wrapped in his mantle or obscured by the shadow. half bitter. besides this. should thus be passed over. and merely have his labor for his pains. In vain did Franz endeavor to forget the many perplexing thoughts which assailed him. Albert had quitted Paris with the full conviction that he had only to show himself in Italy to carry all before him. and the more he thought. the most admired and most sought after of any young person of his day. judge that his appearance at such a time would be anything but agreeable. As we have seen. And the more he thought. in spite of this. as. Sometimes Albert would affect to make a joke of his want of success. and Franz. Still. relinquished the carriage to Albert for the whole of the day. Albert displayed his most dazzling and effective costumes each time he visited the theatres. and. he had been occupied in leaving his letters of introduction. having a number of letters to write. he had sent to engage a box at the Teatro Argentino. and also what performers appeared in it. 236 . did not hear what was said. Neither had he neglected to ascertain the name of the piece to be played that night at the Teatro Argentino. and had received in return more invitations to balls and routs than it would be possible for him to accept. had reason to consider themselves fortunate in having the opportunity of hearing one of the best works by the composer of "Lucia di Lammermoor. the more entire was his conviction. and which he heard for the second time amid the darkness and ruined grandeur of the Colosseum. Worn out at length. but in the present instance. Franz would have found it impossible to resist his extreme curiosity to know more of so singular a personage. 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. hear them when or where he might. Alas. his elegant toilet was wholly thrown away. listening with studied indifference to the learned dissertation delivered by Albert. he had seen (as he called it) all the remarkable sights at Rome. And the thing was so much the more annoying. At five o'clock Albert returned. in vain did he court the refreshment of sleep. and did not awake till late. "Sinbad the Sailor. and free to ponder over all that had occurred. all these defects pressed hard on a man who had had his stall at the Bouffes. delighted with his day's work. and the principal actors were Coselli. was an entire stranger to him. 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. therefore. or open boxes. with their orchestras from which it is impossible to see. Moriani.

thus advantageously placed. and a genealogical tree is equally estimated. the lovely Genoese. aided by a powerful opera−glass. from which he might behold the gayeties of the Carnival? These united considerations made Albert more lively and anxious to please than he had hitherto been. or a place in a princely balcony. therefore Albert had not an instant to lose in setting forth the programme of his hopes. as to prevent the least attention being bestowed even on the business of the stage. however. with the "holy week" that was to succeed it. it had cost less than would be paid at some of the French theatres for one admitting merely four occupants. Albert. expectations. moreover. at certain conventional moments.The Count of Monte Cristo Albert! none of those interesting adventures fell in his way. but in the present day it is not necessary to go as far back as Noah in tracing a descent. Totally disregarding the business of the stage. but. With this design he had engaged a box in the most conspicuous part of the theatre. and. The box taken by Albert was in the first circle. but to crown all these advantages. he might not in truth attract the notice of some fair Roman. and it was but too apparent that the lovely creatures. a lady entered to whom Franz had been introduced in Paris. Yet he could not restrain a hope that in Italy. for this reason. and all he gained was the painful conviction that the ladies of Italy have this advantage over those of France. The Carnival was to commence on the morrow. if not to their husbands. not even curiosity had been excited. that they are faithful even in their infidelity. that they had not so much as noticed him or the manipulation of his glass. or rouse themselves from their musings. he had imagined she still was. besides being an elegant. what do you think of her?" "Oh. although each of the three tiers of boxes is deemed equally aristocratic. The Colosseum. The quick eye of Albert caught the involuntary start with which his friend beheld the new arrival. The actors made their entries and exits unobserved or unthought of. as elsewhere. −− who knew but that. into whose good graces he was desirous of stealing. where indeed. but that momentary excitement over. she is perfectly lovely −− what a complexion! And such magnificent hair! Is she French?" "No. 237 . and Neapolitans were all faithful. the door of a box which had been hitherto vacant was opened. he said hastily. a more than sufficient sum to render him a personage of considerable importance in Paris. and deign to mingle in the follies of this time of liberty and relaxation. that the anticipated pleasures of the Carnival. well−looking young man. and is. was also possessed of considerable talent and ability. a well−executed recitative by Coselli. or their own thoughts. or to join in loud applause at the wonderful powers of La Specchia. knowing full well that among the different states and kingdoms in which this festivity is celebrated. generally styled the "nobility's boxes. he leaned from his box and began attentively scrutinizing the beauty of each pretty woman. this attempt to attract notice wholly failed. and an introduction might ensue that would procure him the offer of a seat in a carriage. so filled every fair breast. Albert. and claims to notice. Towards the close of the first act. to listen to some brilliant effort of Moriani's." Chapter 34. Albert de Morcerf commanded an income of 50. a Venetian. certainly. The truth was. he was a viscount −− a recently created one. Another motive had influenced Albert's selection of his seat." and although the box engaged for the two friends was sufficiently capacious to contain at least a dozen persons. the spectators would suddenly cease their conversation. their lovers. Rome is the spot where even the wisest and gravest throw off the usual rigidity of their lives.000 livres. hoped to indemnify himself for all these slights and indifferences during the Carnival. whether dated from 1399 or merely 1815. and thought not of changing even for the splendid appearance of Albert de Morcerf. alas. and exerted himself to set off his personal attractions by the aid of the most rich and elaborate toilet. were all so much engrossed with themselves. they quickly relapsed into their former state of preoccupation or interesting conversation. 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. Florentines. "Do you know the woman who has just entered that box?" "Yes. turning to him. at least to their lovers. there might be an exception to the general rule.

"never mind the past. my good fellow? Pray tell me.The Count of Monte Cristo "And her name is −− " "Countess G−−−− . believe me. breaking in upon his discourse." "Ah. I know her by name!" exclaimed Albert. the living should be my theme. and yet to find nothing better a talk about than the dead! All I can say is. indeed. the countess perceived Franz. then?" "I was. Are you not going to keep your promise of introducing me to the fair subject of our remarks?" "Certainly. to which he replied by a respectful inclination of the head. −− I mean that of judging the habits and customs of Italy and Spain by our Parisian notions. and graciously waved her hand to him. "but you merely fall into the same error which leads so many of our countrymen to commit the most egregious blunders." "You were with her. or all but alone. directly the curtain falls on the stage." cried Albert. 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. I was to have been presented to her when I met her at Madame Villefort's ball." returned Franz calmly." "You are mistaken in thinking so. The Colosseum. with a beautiful woman in such a place of sentiment as the Colosseum. "Upon my word. let us only remember the present. we talked of the illustrious dead of whom that magnificent ruin is a glorious monument!" "Upon my word. "you seem to be on excellent terms with the beautiful countess. of taste. if ever I should get such a chance. by moonlight. "And in what manner has this congeniality of mind been evinced?" "By the countess's visiting the Colosseum. there is a similarity of feeling at this instant between ourselves and the countess −− nothing more. "you must have been a very entertaining companion alone. but you know that even such an acquaintance as that might warrant my doing what you ask." At that instant. "My dear fellow. is it sympathy of heart?" "No." "But." "Shall I assist you in repairing your negligence?" asked Franz." said Albert. I have only had the honor of being in her society and conversing with her three or four times in my life." said Albert. as we did last night. "she is said to possess as much wit and cleverness as beauty. 238 ." "Is there. and nearly alone." "And you will probably find your theme ill−chosen. are you really on such good terms with her as to venture to take me to her box?" "Why." "And what did you say to her?" "Oh." Chapter 34." continued Franz gravely.

and began in his turn to survey the audience. for I saw her where she now sits the very first night of the season. then. inviting Albert to take the vacant seat beside her. for in Paris and the circle in which the viscount moved." "Oh. and signified to Franz that he was waiting for him to lead the way. and extended her hand with cordial kindness to Franz. if he wished to view the ballet. I believe. only listen to that charming finale. took up Albert's glass.The Count of Monte Cristo "What a confounded time this first act takes. to inquire of the former if she knew who was the fair Albanian opposite. you know. when one has been accustomed to Malibran and Sontag. deeply grieved at having been prevented the honor of being presented to the countess during her sojourn in Paris. that she has been at Rome since the beginning of the season. what do you say to La Specchia? Did you ever see anything more perfect than her acting?" "Why. was her national attire. Franz added that his companion. unwilling to interfere with the pleasure he so evidently felt. but the features of this latter personage it was not possible to distinguish." Chapter 34. such singers as these don't make the same impression on you they perhaps do on others. you are really too difficult to please. and concluded by asking pardon for his presumption in having taken it upon himself to do so. in obedience to the Italian custom. and to arrange the lappets of his coat." said Franz. rapidly passed his fingers through his hair. Sitting alone. which evidently. sought not to retard the gratification of Albert's eager impatience." "Well. and pointed to the one behind her own chair. but in deep shadow. yes. Franz could not forbear breaking in upon the apparently interesting conversation passing between the countess and Albert." replied the countess. Sometimes she is accompanied by the person who is now with her. This important task was just completed as they arrived at the countess's box. you must admire Moriani's style and execution. who had mutely interrogated the countess. would be expected to retire upon the arrival of other visitors. arranged his cravat and wristbands. ponderous appearance singing with a voice like a woman's. "is. "you seem determined not to approve. How exquisitely Coselli sings his part. but situated on the third row. dressed in a Greek costume. that they never mean to finish it. inelegant fellow he is." "At least. on my soul. and received from her a gracious smile in token that he would be welcome. Franz perceived how completely he was in his element. both as regarded his position in society and extraordinary talents. was the outline of a masculine figure." The curtain at length fell on the performances. then. 239 . Albert was soon deeply engrossed in discoursing upon Paris and Parisian matters. bowed gracefully to Albert. speaking to the countess of the various persons they both knew there. and since then she has never missed a performance. and. 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. Franz presented Albert as one of the most distinguished young men of the day." "My good friend. and at others she is merely attended by a black servant. from the ease and grace with which she wore it. closely followed by Albert. and the young man who was seated beside the countess. to the infinite satisfaction of the Viscount of Morcerf. who. he was looked upon and cited as a model of perfection. in reply. they will. she recommended Franz to take the next best. in the front of a box immediately opposite. but began at once the tour of the house. At the knock. who seized his hat. The countess. Franz. the door was immediately opened. while Albert continued to point his glass at every box in the theatre. and had requested him (Franz) to remedy the past misfortune by conducting him to her box." "But what an awkward. Behind her. instantly rose and surrendered his place to the strangers. "All I can tell about her. turning to him. since beauty such as hers was well worthy of being observed by either sex. in turn. was a woman of exquisite beauty. was most anxious to make up for it." "I never fancied men of his dark. my dear fellow. The Colosseum. nor did he say more than the truth.

never even moved. method. crashing din produced by the trumpets. 240 . Excited beyond his usual calm demeanor." returned Franz. The occupant of the box in which the Greek girl sat appeared to share the universal admiration that prevailed." However much the ballet might have claimed his attention. animated looks contrasting strongly with the utter indifference of her companion. and then. leaning forward again on the railing of her box. and elegance in which the whole corps de ballet. and begged to know what had happened. "I asked you a short time since if you knew any Chapter 34. Of this he took no heed. Franz observed the sleeper slowly arise and approach the Greek girl. are all engaged on the stage at the same time. and his eyes turned from the box containing the Greek girl and her strange companion to watch the business of the stage. who. Franz rose with the audience. her eager. not even when the furious. one act of volition. that. and the attention of Franz was attracted by the actors. while sleeping. The countenance of the person who had addressed her remained so completely in the shade. that would lead you to suppose that but one mind. and the half−uttered "bravos" expired on his lips. who has established for himself a great reputation throughout Italy for his taste and skill in the choreographic art −− one of those masterly productions of grace. totally unheeding her raillery. admirably arranged and put on the stage by Henri. and. enthusiastic applause that followed. in a frenzy of rage and indignation. while Franz returned to his previous survey of the house and company. burst into a fit of laughter. All doubt of his identity was now at an end.The Count of Monte Cristo "And what do you think of her personal appearance?" "Oh." Franz and the countess exchanged a smile. and a hundred and fifty persons may be seen exhibiting the same attitude. Franz now listened to it for the third time. while the dancers are executing their pirouettes and exhibiting their graceful steps. This duet is one of the most beautiful. or elevating the same arm or leg with a simultaneous movement. Franz had no difficulty in recognizing him as the mysterious inhabitant of Monte Cristo. he awakens his guilty wife to tell her that he knows her guilt and to threaten her with his vengeance. for the countess. betrays to Azzo the secret of her love for Ugo. Franz was too deeply occupied with the beautiful Greek to take any note of it. and then. and the curtain fell amid the loud. cymbals. at the first sound of the leader's bow across his violin. as far as appearances might be trusted. when necessary. so that. enjoying soft repose and bright celestial dreams. his singular host evidently resided at Rome. The curtain rose. who turned around to say a few words to him. unanimous plaudits of an enthusiastic and delighted audience. influenced the moving mass −− the ballet was called "Poliska. his countenance being fully revealed. from the principal dancers to the humblest supernumerary. The injured husband goes through all the emotions of jealousy. and then the latter resumed her conversation with Albert. for he left his seat to stand up in front. after gazing with a puzzled look at his face. the pauses between the performances are very short. yet it's notes. Owing to the very judicious plan of dividing the two acts of the opera with a ballet. expressive and terrible conceptions that has ever emanated from the fruitful pen of Donizetti. and Chinese bells sounded their loudest from the orchestra. The surprise and agitation occasioned by this full confirmation of Franz's former suspicion had no doubt imparted a corresponding expression to his features. and whose voice and figure had seemed so familiar to him. The curtain rose on the ballet. The overture to the second act began. his hands fell by his sides. and the very same person he had encountered the preceding evening in the ruins of the Colosseum. he could not distinguish a single feature. and was about to join the loud. thrilled through the soul of Franz with an effect equal to his first emotions upon hearing it. until conviction seizes on his mind. "Countess. The Colosseum. though Franz tried his utmost. I consider her perfectly lovely −− she is just my idea of what Medora must have been. but was. but suddenly his purpose was arrested. which was one of those excellent specimens of the Italian school. Most of my readers are aware that the second act of "Parisina" opens with the celebrated and effective duet in which Parisina. she became as absorbed as before in what was going on. so tenderly expressive and fearfully grand as the wretched husband and wife give vent to their different griefs and passions. the singers in the opera having time to repose themselves and change their costume. The ballet at length came to a close. while she seemed to experience an almost childlike delight in watching it. during the whole time the piece lasted.

"what do you think of our opposite neighbor?" "Why. and revisit this earth of ours. Oh. No doubt she belongs to the same horrible race he does." answered the countess." inquired Franz. unearthly fire seems burning." −− The Abbot. than anything human. I entreat of you not to go near him Chapter 34. and the father of a yet more unfortunate family. "Byron had the most perfect belief in the existence of vampires. after the countess had a second time directed her lorgnette at the box. as though an involuntary shudder passed through her veins. it would be the presence of such a man as the mysterious personage before him. shrugging up her beautiful shoulders. in which a wild. I cannot permit you to go. 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. Then observe. rising from his seat. he is the exact personification of what I have been led to expect! The coal−black hair. Nobody knows who she is. −− the same ghastly paleness. "I know no more of him than yourself. and directing it toward the box in question. "that you entertain any fear?" "I'll tell you." whispered Franz. The description he gave me perfectly corresponds with the features and character of the man before us. that the woman with him is altogether unlike all others of her sex. "you must not leave me. "Well. I depend upon you to escort me home. he is always as colorless as you now see him." The sensation experienced by Franz was evidently not peculiar to himself." * Scott. and even assured me that he had seen them. She is a foreigner −− a stranger. "Then you know him?" almost screamed the countess." said Franz. ch. too. "All I call say is. seems to me as though he had just been dug up. tell us all about −− is he a vampire." continued the countess. whose history I am unable to furnish. "No. "that those who have once seen that man will never be likely to forget him. although he could but allow that if anything was likely to induce belief in the existence of vampires. and I even think he recognizes me.The Count of Monte Cristo particulars respecting the Albanian lady opposite. that he is no other than Lord Ruthven himself in a living form. he looks more like a corpse permitted by some friendly grave−digger to quit his tomb for a while. "Is it possible. of course: "The son of an ill−fated sire. and is. indeed. "Oh. "I must positively find out who and what he is." replied Franz." said Franz. or what?" "I fancy I have seen him before. I must now beseech you to inform me who and what is her husband?" "Nay. for heaven's sake. Oh." "Perhaps you never before noticed him?" "What a question −− so truly French! Do you not know that we Italians have eyes only for the man we love?" "True. How ghastly pale he is!" "Oh." "And I can well understand. xxii." said the countess." answered the countess. or a resuscitated corpse. large bright. glittering eyes. like himself. pray do." This fresh allusion to Byron* drew a smile to Franz's countenance. The Colosseum. 241 ." cried the countess. and wholly uninterested person. taking up the lorgnette. a dealer in magical arts. or where she comes from. felt the same unaccountable awe and misgiving. no. another. "that the gentleman.

Franz could even feel her arm tremble as he assisted her into the carriage. springing up.The Count of Monte Cristo −− at least to−night. and I longed to be alone." "My dear Albert. "Listen to me. Now." Franz essayed to smile. "Nay. it ill accords with the expression of your countenance. once and forever. and try to sleep away all recollections of this evening. and make no attempt to follow this man to−night. as it arose from a variety of corroborative recollections." So saying. 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. I am going home. and I am sure it does not spring from your heart. on the contrary. then. and whither he is going." said the countess. "and do not be so very headstrong. "Well. except relinquish my determination of finding out who this man is." cried he." Chapter 34. 242 . I am quite sure I shall not be able to close my eyes. that I might compose my startled mind. Franz perceived that she had deceived him when she spoke of expecting company. from whence he came. that you entertain a most erroneous notion concerning Italian women. listlessly extended on a sofa. while the terror of the countess sprang from an instinctive belief. Franz found Albert in his dressing−gown and slippers. And now." "What is it?" "Promise me. I did not expect to see you before to−morrow. good−night. go to your rooms. the countess quitted Franz." replied Franz. Upon arriving at her hotel. For heaven's sake. by her manner. 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. "do not smile. and therefore cannot possibly remain till the end of the opera. that her uneasiness was not feigned. but I can readily tell you where he is going to. without the least doubt. pursue your researches if you will. The Colosseum. in reply to her companion's half−reproachful observation on the subject. but to−night you neither can nor shall. or whether her fears and agitations were genuine. "My dear fellow. I have more reasons than you can imagine for desiring to know who he is. "is it really you? Why." There was nothing else left for Franz to do but to take up his hat. do not serve as a conductor between that man and me." Franz protested he could not defer his pursuit till the following day. and offer the countess his arm. I say. and Franz himself could not resist a feeling of superstitious dread −− so much the stronger in him. Pursue your chase after him to−morrow as eagerly as you please. but never bring him near me. Upon his return to the hotel. originally created in her mind by the wild tales she had listened to till she believed them truths." said the countess. "but that horrid man had made me feel quite uncomfortable. There are certain affinities between the persons we quit and those we meet afterwards." "Let us only speak of the promise you wished me to make. however. her own return before the appointed hour seemed greatly to astonish the servants. smoking a cigar. For my own part. open the door of the box. leaving him unable to decide whether she were merely amusing herself at his expense. and that is down below. for many reasons. I have a party at my house to−night." said she." "I will do anything you desire." "Where he comes from I am ignorant. and if to−morrow your curiosity still continues as great." said Franz. "Excuse my little subterfuge. "I am glad of this opportunity to tell you. For that purpose I mean to keep you all to myself. promise me one thing. you must give me your word to return immediately to your hotel. if you would not see me die of terror. It was quite evident.

" "Well. if a Parisian were to indulge in a quarter of these marks of flattering attention. Did he speak in your hearing? and did you catch any of his words?" "I did. her reputation would be gone forever." "And the very reason why the women of this fine country put so little restraint on their words and actions. certainly. for my part. But tell me. that tends to confirm my own ideas. you know it is quite impossible to procure a carriage. then. these women would puzzle the very Devil to read them aright. is because they live so much in public. I don't know whether I ever told you that when I was at college I was rather −− rather strong in Greek. Indeed. what were you thinking about when I came in?" "Oh. "you deserve to be called out for such a misgiving and incredulous glance as that you were pleased to bestow on me just now." Franz looked at Albert as though he had not much confidence in the suggestions of his imagination. I feel quite sure. I was arranging a little surprise for you.The Count of Monte Cristo "Upon my soul. for he well remembered that Albert particularly prided himself on the entire absence of color in his own complexion. 243 . "that the countess's suspicions were destitute alike of sense and reason. here −− they give you their hand −− they press yours in return −− they keep up a whispering conversation −− permit you to accompany them home. from the cut of his clothes." said Franz. past all doubt." Chapter 34." cried Albert. they are made by a first−rate Paris tailor −− probably Blin or Humann." "What do you say?" "Nothing. I knew that from the mixture of Greek words." "At what? At the sight of that respectable gentleman sitting opposite to us in the same box with the lovely Greek girl? Now. "'Tis he." "Certainly." Franz smiled. and I also know that we have done all that human means afforded to endeavor to get one." "Now. I can assure you that this hobgoblin of yours is a deuced fine−looking fellow −− admirably dressed. but they were uttered in the Romaic dialect. hearken to me. "I tell you what. I met them in the lobby after the conclusion of the piece." murmured Franz. Why. He was rather too pale." "He spoke the Romaic language." "That settles it. "Well. if I can guess where you took your notions of the other world from. you must have perceived that the countess was really alarmed. nothing. Besides. and hang me. The Colosseum. you know. paleness is always looked upon as a strong proof of aristocratic descent and distinguished breeding. Why." "And I promise to give you the satisfaction of a gentleman if your scheme turns out as ingenious as you assert. in this difficulty a bright idea has flashed across my brain." "Indeed. did he?" "I think so. but then. Of what nature?" "Why. Sir Franz. then. and have really nothing to conceal.

" "And a pair of oxen?" "As easily found as the cart." "Oh. he told me there would not be time. when I bade him have the horns of the oxen gilded." "Then you see. "A mere masque borrowed from our own festivities." "Very possibly. because no carriages or horses are to be had in your beggarly city. with a cart and a couple of oxen our business can be managed. and the head of Signor Pastrini appeared. and if you and I dress ourselves as Neapolitan reapers. unhappy strangers. ye Romans! you thought to make us." "And quite a national one. Upon my return home I sent for him. by to−morrow it might be too late. Albert. and I then explained to him what I wished to procure." "Then he will be able to give us an answer to−night." At this instant the door opened. But you don't know us. "Permesso?" inquired he." "Gone out in search of our equipage. my good fellow. Ha. do you not. as it would require three days to do that. The cart must be tastefully ornamented. but have failed. I expect him every minute." "And have you communicated your triumphant idea to anybody?" "Only to our host. so you see we must do without this little superfluity. when we can't have one thing we invent another." "And where is he now?" "Who?" "Our host." "You agree. One thing I was sorry for. "this time." replied Albert with gratified pride." "Well. we have offered any sum. Our group would then be quite complete. The Colosseum." said Franz. that obtaining a carriage is out of the question?" "I do. ha." "Neither can we procure horses?" "True. 244 . like so many lazzaroni." "Well. I am bound to give you credit for having hit upon a most capital idea. too. what do you say to a cart? I dare say such a thing might be had. after the manner of that splendid picture by Leopold Robert. He assured me that nothing would be easier than to furnish all I desired. Chapter 34. we may get up a striking tableau. more especially as the countess is quite beautiful enough to represent a madonna.The Count of Monte Cristo "I listen. now. It would add greatly to the effect if the countess would join us in the costume of a peasant from Puzzoli or Sorrento. trot at the heels of your processions.

A servant." said Franz. "Speak out. with the air of a man perfectly well satisfied with himself. has sent to offer you seats in his carriage and two places at his windows in the Palazzo Rospoli. "that the Count of Monte Cristo is living on the same floor with yourselves!" "I should think we did know it. there's a worthy fellow. "Come in." The servant bowed and retired. "that if this person merited the high panegyrics of our landlord. from the Count of Monte Cristo to Viscomte Albert de Morcerf and M. but whether Maltese or Sicilian I cannot exactly say. "But what have you done?" asked Franz." "Your excellencies are aware. appeared at the threshold." "Faith. who forthwith presented them to the two young men." "Then you accept his offer?" said the host. Franz d'Epinay. speaking in an undertone to Albert. like two poor students in the back streets of Paris. swelling with importance. placing two cards in the landlord's hands. "A very great nobleman. "But do you think." said Albert. but this I know. The Count of Monte Cristo." "It seems to me." said Franz." "Tell the count. "that we will do ourselves the pleasure of calling on him. then." continued the servant. mine host. "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." "When. "Take care. The Colosseum. "begs these gentlemen's permission to wait upon them as their neighbor. the Count of Monte Cristo.The Count of Monte Cristo "Certainly −− certainly. Franz." asked Albert eagerly." cried Franz. Chapter 34." "Now. he would have conveyed his invitation through another channel. then. hearing of the dilemma in which you are placed." said Albert." replied Franz. and not permitted it to be brought to us in this unceremonious way. "since it is owing to that circumstance that we are packed into these small rooms. "Come in. "Please to deliver these." "Let your excellencies only leave the matter to me. my worthy host. "better is a sure enemy to well. Signor Pastrini." responded the landlord. "That is what I call an elegant mode of attack. that he is noble as a Borghese and rich as a gold−mine. he said. and." exclaimed Albert. He would have written −− or" −− At this instant some one knocked at the door. The Count of Monte Cristo is unquestionably a man of first−rate breeding and knowledge of the world." The friends looked at each other with unutterable surprise. 245 . "have you found the desired cart and oxen?" "Better than that!" replied Signor Pastrini." asked Albert. and he will be honored by an intimation of what time they will please to receive him." returned Signor Pastrini in a tone indicative of unbounded self−confidence." whispered Albert. wearing a livery of considerable style and richness. "there is not much to find fault with here. "You were quite correct in what you said.

I might have done so from Monte Pincio −− could I not?" "Ah!" exclaimed mine host. they consider as exclusively belonging to themselves. beseech of heaven to grant them a sincere repentance. who had not the same motives for early rising." "What are they?" "Sort of wooden tablets hung up at the corners of streets the evening before an execution." "And these tablets are brought to you that you may add your prayers to those of the faithful. possessed the ring of Gyges. which. "Still. your excellency." answered Franz. and. "I had no such intention. no." "Very possibly I may not go. The next day must clear up every doubt. and even if I had felt a wish to witness the spectacle. "Pray. I must own I am sorry to be obliged to give up the cart and the group of reapers −− it would have produced such an effect! And were it not for the windows at the Palazzo Rospoli. and mode of punishment. above all. "is not some execution appointed to take place to−day?" "Yes. Signor Pastrini. Chapter 34. indeed." "That happens just lucky. you are much too late. Eight o'clock found Franz up and dressed. that all good and faithful Catholics may offer up their prayers for the unfortunate culprits. by way of recompense for the loss of our beautiful scheme. The reason for so publicly announcing all this is. their names. on which is pasted up a paper containing the names of the condemned persons. "but in case I feel disposed. 246 . I don't know but what I should have held on by my original plan. while Albert. Franz?" "Oh. and description of the death they are to die.The Count of Monte Cristo "Of course we do." The truth was. 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. and unless his near neighbor and would−be friend. I agree with you. who presented himself with his accustomed obsequiousness. in which the stranger in the cloak had undertaken to obtain the freedom of a condemned criminal." replied Albert. the number of persons condemned to suffer. and by its power was able to render himself invisible. give me some particulars of to−day's executions. but if your reason for inquiry is that you may procure a window to view it from. "I did not think it likely your excellency would have chosen to mingle with such a rabble as are always collected on that hill. Franz passed the night in confused dreams respecting the two meetings he had already had with his mysterious tormentor. and also to prosecute his researches respecting him with perfect facility and freedom." "Oh. The first act of Franz was to summon his landlord. the windows in the Palazzo Rospoli alone decided me. then he should be able to establish his identity. 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." asked Franz." "What particulars would your excellency like to hear?" "Why. the Count of Monte Cristo. your excellency! Only a few minutes ago they brought me the tavolettas. are they?" asked Franz somewhat incredulously. their crimes. and in waking speculations as to what the morrow would produce. was still soundly asleep. it was very certain he could not escape this time. What say you." answered Franz. The Colosseum.

but I make an agreement with the man who pastes up the papers. Signor Pastrini. named Don Cesare Torlini. all agreed with his previous information. opening the door of the chamber. however." but who. therefore. and you may rely upon me to proclaim so striking a proof of your attention to your guests wherever I go." "I see that plainly enough. In all probability. and to grant them a hearty and sincere repentance for their crimes." "Nothing can be easier than to comply with your excellency's wish." Chapter 34. John Lateran. The first−named malefactor will be subjected to the mazzuola. named Andrea Rondola. Luigi Vampa. 247 . being the first day of the Carnival. your excellency! I have not time for anybody's affairs but my own and those of my honorable guests. addressing his landlord. was still pursuing his philanthropic expedition in Rome. by order of the Tribunal of the Rota." cried Franz. the second culprit beheaded. and mode of punishment. −− the names of the condemned persons. close by your apartment. the former found guilty of the murder of a venerable and exemplary priest. and the latter convicted of being an accomplice of the atrocious and sanguinary bandit. my most excellent host. I will take all the blame on myself if you find I have led you into an error. chuckling and rubbing his hands with infinite complacency. my excellent Signor Pastrini." returned the landlord. then. The Colosseum. "since we are both ready. "The Count of Monte Cristo is always an early riser. your excellency." said the landlord. "I have caused one to be placed on the landing. February 23d. do you think we may proceed at once to visit the Count of Monte Cristo?" "Most assuredly. the Transteverin was no other than the bandit Luigi Vampa himself." "Well. his friend entered the room in perfect costume for the day. and he brings them to me as he would the playbills. Meanwhile.'" This was precisely what Franz had heard the evening before in the ruins of the Colosseum. The prayers of all good Christians are entreated for these unfortunate men." said Franz. he handed it to Franz. and I can answer for his having been up these two hours. The anticipated delights of the Carnival had so run in his head as to make him leave his pillow long before his usual hour. and the man shrouded in the mantle the same he had known as "Sinbad the Sailor. and Franz deemed it advisable to awaken Albert. he may obtain every requisite information concerning the time and place etc. "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. of two persons." Then. are you ready. and Peppino. executions will take place in the Piazza del Popolo. that is a most delicate attention on your part. I am quite sure. no. who read as follows: −− "`The public is informed that on Wednesday. otherwise called Rocca Priori. Albert?" "Perfectly.The Count of Monte Cristo "Oh." "Then you really consider we shall not be intruding if we pay our respects to him directly?" "Oh. but at the moment he prepared to proceed to his chamber. oblige me by a sight of one of these tavolettas. canon of the church of St." "Let us go and return our best thanks for his courtesy. that in case any person staying at my hotel should like to witness an execution. as he had already done at Porto−Vecchio and Tunis." replied he. and his band. their crimes. dear. "Now. "Why. no doubt. No part of the programme differed. if it be so." "Upon my word. taking the tablet from the wall. Time was getting on. that it may please God to awaken them to a sense of their guilt.

the sound of a guzla reached the ears of the young men." returned the count. As the door opened. he could not be equally positive that this was the man he had seen at the Colosseum." The landlord preceded the friends across the landing." said the man. I seek every opportunity of making the acquaintance of my neighbors. Chapter 35." And with these words he disappeared behind one of the tapestried portieres. "If your excellencies will please to be seated. La Mazzolata." said Franz to his friend. "Gentlemen. easy−chairs. and sofas. count. upon my soul. spellbound on his chair. let us do so. rang at the bell. hush!" replied Franz. motioning the two young men to sit down. "we shall ascertain who and what he is −− he comes!" As Franz spoke. He resolved. furnished in a luxurious manner they had not expected to see under the roof of Signor Pastrini. besides. and invited them to enter. La Mazzolata. for the rapid closing of the door merely allowed one rich swell of harmony to enter. The richest Turkey carpets covered the floor. said. He did not mention a syllable of your embarrassment to me. in a manner. but I feared to disturb you by presenting myself earlier at your apartments. intermingled with magnificent trophies of war. that I did not sooner assist you in your distress." said the Count of Monte Cristo as he entered. Albert instantly rose to meet him. or some prince travelling incog. therefore. and almost immediately afterwards the tapestry was drawn aside. he did not know whether to make any allusion to the past. "I will let the count know that you are here. found nothing to say. "what think you of all this?" "Why. "I pray you excuse me for suffering my visit to be anticipated. to let things take their course without making any Chapter 35. and were shown into an elegantly fitted−up drawing−room." "Hush. and as nothing in the count's manner manifested the wish that he should recognize him. for in the person of him who had just entered he recognized not only the mysterious visitant to the Colosseum. or wait until he had more proof." The two young men bowed. 248 . you sent me word that you would come to me. when he knows that. "I signori Francesi. but was almost immediately lost. I most eagerly seized the opportunity of offering my services. and I have held myself at your disposal." "Indeed. but also his extraordinary host of Monte Cristo. Franz had. which was all that separated them from the apartments of the count. "Well. and. offered their high−piled and yielding cushions to such as desired repose or refreshment. 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. besides. he heard the sound of a door turning on its hinges. and the softest and most inviting couches.The Count of Monte Cristo "Yes. although sure it was he who had been in the box the previous evening. then at the gorgeous furnishings of the apartment. he had come to no determination." The domestic bowed respectfully. but Franz remained. as yet. "It was the fault of that blockhead Pastrini. upon the door being opened by a servant. They passed through two rooms." returned Albert. my dear fellow. Everything seemed more magnificent at a second view than it had done at their first rapid survey. alone and isolated as I am. As soon as I learned I could in any way assist you. and the owner of all these riches stood before the two young men. Splendid paintings by the first masters were ranged against the walls." "Franz and I have to thank you a thousand times. while heavy curtains of costly tapestry were suspended before the different doors of the room. "you extricated us from a great dilemma. and the occupant of the box at the Teatro Argentino. Franz and Albert looked inquiringly at each other. and we were on the point of inventing a very fantastic vehicle when your friendly invitation reached us.

"will. "it was at first arranged in this way. guilty of murder on the person of the respected and venerated Don Cesare Torlini." He then took Franz's tablets out of his hand. and was about to quit the room. perhaps both. exactly resembling the smuggler who had introduced Franz into the cavern. and at your windows in the Rospoli Palace. It was evident he had his orders." said Albert. "for I saw the account." said he to Franz. "we shall abuse your kindness." "Did I not tell you I wished for one?" replied the count. but I was obliged to pay a hundred" −− "That will do −− that will do. "And your excellency has one." "Not at all. "Ah. turning to the two friends. −− thus I do not waste a minute or a word. You will. "Count. M.The Count of Monte Cristo direct overture to the count. I trust. who had nothing to conceal. "Did you ever occupy yourself. "with the employment of time and the means of simplifying the summoning your servants? I have. excellency. These gentlemen. he resolved to lead the conversation to a subject which might possibly clear up his doubts. you can retire." "There is no need to do that. When I ring once. in the same tone with which he would have read a newspaper." A man of about forty−five or fifty entered. You have the window. my dear count. and copied it down." continued the count. but I think since yesterday some change has taken place in the order of the ceremony. Monsieur Bertuccio. "is there not something like an execution upon the Piazza del Popolo?" "Yes. but he did not appear to recognize him. "but it was very late. I think I told my steward yesterday to attend to this. and be in readiness on the stairs to conduct us to it." continued the count. he was master of the count's secret. the 23d of February. perhaps I can render you this slight service also. spare these gentlemen all such domestic arrangements. "you have procured me windows looking on the Piazza del Popolo." said the count. canon of the church of St." said he. as I ordered you yesterday " "Yes. frowning. you will give me great pleasure. he had this advantage. Here he is." said the count negligently. `that to−day. return it to me at Paris. However." "Very well. Can you tell us where we can obtain a sight of the Piazza del Popolo?" "Ah. one or other of you. for my steward." added he. thrice. 249 ." returned the steward. "Monsieur Bertuccio." He extended his hand.' Hum! `The first will be mazzolato. "`We announce. La Mazzolata. while the count had no hold on Franz. do me the honor to breakfast with me?" "But. twice. on the contrary. Bertuccio. convicted of complicity with the detestable bandit Luigi Vampa. looking attentively at Morcerf. and rang the bell thrice. that is sufficient. Bertuccio.' he read." returned Franz. taking out his tablets. "Stay. which was let to Prince Lobanieff. lay covers for three." said Franz. called Rocca Priori. "you have offered us places in your carriage. finding that the count was coming to the point he wished. and Peppino." The steward bowed.' Yes. Chapter 35. the second decapitato. Give orders to the coachman. John Lateran." "Really?" said Franz. it is for my valet. Moreover. for my majordomo. but let us know when breakfast is ready. M. and the men of his band. "be good enough to ask Pastrini if he has received the tavoletta. will be executed Andrea Rondolo. and if he can send us an account of the execution.

and deep hatred mounted to his face. and there mention was made of something like a pardon for one of the two men. left a desolation." "There are. I know." * Guillotine." "I will put another case to you. never trembles. death may be a torture. your mother. never strikes thirty times ineffectually. are inadequate tortures. "one would think that you had studied the different tortures of all the nations of the world.The Count of Monte Cristo "Yes." "I do not quite understand you. in your breast. like the soldier who beheaded the Count of Chalais. the third curiosity." said the count coldly. of which we have just spoken? Are there not crimes for which the impalement of the Turks. is it not then. and in my opinion. You are thus deprived of seeing a man guillotined. the second indifference. I passed the evening at the Cardinal Rospigliosi's. "And you took pleasure in beholding these dreadful spectacles?" "My first sentiment was horror. but it is not an expiation. according to their different characters. temperaments. "No. your betrothed. −− a being who. as the blood would to the face of any other. −− do 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. she can give blood in return for blood. for Peppino. La Mazzolata. that is all. "pray explain your meaning. "Really. few that I have not seen. But are there not a thousand tortures by which a man may be made to suffer without society taking the least cognizance of them. −− the more men you see die. "do not tell me of European punishments." "Curiosity −− that is a terrible word. and which are unpunished by society? Answer me." continued the count. the augers of the Persians." replied Franz. and to whose tender mercy Richelieu had doubtless recommended the sufferer. the easier it becomes to die yourself. "If a man had by unheard−of and excruciating tortures destroyed your father. a wound that never closes." replied Franz. is very simple. carelessly. they are in the infancy. from existence to annihilation? As for myself." said the count. do not these crimes exist?" Chapter 35. 250 . called Rocca Priori. and even the second. our greatest preoccupation is death. "that where society. "for the other (he glanced at the tablets as if to recall the name)." said Franz. I can assure you of one thing. different persons bear the transition from life to death." "Listen. avenges death by death. curious to study the different ways by which the soul and body can part. "that human justice is insufficient to console us. or rather the old age." added the count. the stake and the brand of the Iroquois Indians. for you excite my curiosity to the highest pitch. and how. but you must demand from her only what it is in her power to grant. while the other." "Why so? In life. but the mazzuola still remains. of cruelty. when torn from you. as you must know. which is a very curious punishment when seen for the first time. in a contemptuous tone. at least. The mandaia* never fails." "For Andrea Rondolo?" asked Franz. attacked by the death of a person. and allows him who has caused us years of moral sufferings to escape with a few moments of physical pain?" "Yes. or offering him even the insufficient means of vengeance. Ah. and even the different customs of their countries." replied the count. count.

And remember. "a pleasant manner. he remarked that his companion did not pay the least regard to them. During the meal. you asked for a place at my window. or pass a sword through the breast." "Yes. if he be poor and inexperienced." cried the count. −− our masters in everything. This brought back to Franz. the recollection of the terror with which the count had inspired the Countess G−−−− . and you think you are avenged because you send a ball through the head." As he spoke. a tooth for a tooth. of that man who has planted madness in your brain. really this is a most singular conversation for the Carnival. and which the philanthropic French Revolution has substituted for being torn to pieces by horses or broken on the wheel. you shall have it. "what are you doing?" "You must excuse us. duelling. Hatred is blind. but whether with his usual carelessness he had paid but little attention to him. I would fight a duel for a trifle. rage carries you away. eternal torture. or whether the events which Franz knew of had had their effect on him alone." returned Franz. and her firm conviction that the man in the opposite box was a vampire. that it is often he who comes off victorious from the strife. absolved of all crime in the eyes of the world. I should be almost certain to kill my man. astonished at this strange theory. and whether it is worth even mentioning. "Oh. the worst in the world." continued the count. 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. but let us first sit down to table. for here comes the servant to inform us that breakfast is ready. he just touched the dishes. how did it arise? Ah. At the end of the breakfast Franz took out his watch. but. no. the worst that could happen to him would be the punishment of which we have already spoken. it is not thus I would take revenge. "understand me. and admirably served. La Mazzolata. I almost regret that in all probability this miserable Peppino will not be beheaded. −− those favored creatures who have formed for themselves a life of dreams and a paradise of realities. Franz looked repeatedly at Albert. whether the explanation of the Count of Monte Cristo with regard to duelling had satisfied him. "with this theory." replied the count." said the count." "Then you disapprove of duelling? You would not fight a duel?" asked Albert in his turn. What matters this punishment. were it possible. count. in order to observe the impressions which he doubted not had been made on him by the words of their entertainer. "and it is to punish them that duelling is tolerated. an existence of misery and infamy. as you might have had an opportunity then of seeing how short a time the punishment lasts. a servant opened one of the four doors of the apartment. I recollect. it would be difficult to adopt a course that would forever prevent your falling under the power of the law. moreover. not if he be rich and skilful. he seemed to fulfil the duties of a host by sitting down with his guests. which was excellent. and despair in your heart. As for the count." answered Franz." "Ah. which renders you at once judge and executioner of your own cause. saying −− "Al suo commodo!" The two young men arose and entered the breakfast−room. "had I to avenge myself. No. gentlemen. "Well. as long as he is avenged? On my word. for a blow. but on the contrary ate like a man who for the last four or five months had been condemned to partake of Italian cookery −− that is. and awaited their departure to be served with some strange or more delicate food." "But. profound. Oh. I would fight for such a cause. and the indifference to danger I have gradually acquired.The Count of Monte Cristo "Yes. an eye for an eye. yes." Chapter 35. in spite of himself. 251 . "but we have still much to do. I would give back the same. as the Orientalists say. but in return for a slow. thanks to my skill in all bodily exercises. a man has dishonored your daughter. and the more so that. and he who pours out vengeance runs the risk of tasting a bitter draught. a man has seduced your wife. upon my soul. besides. of arriving at your end when that end is vengeance! A man has carried off your mistress." said Franz to the count. for an insult.

The Count of Monte Cristo "What may that be?" "We have no masks, and it is absolutely necessary to procure them." "Do not concern yourself about that; we have, I think, a private room in the Piazza del Popolo; I will have whatever costumes you choose brought to us, and you can dress there." "After the execution?" cried Franz. "Before or after, whichever you please." "Opposite the scaffold?" "The scaffold forms part of the fete." "Count, I have reflected on the matter," said Franz, "I thank you for your courtesy, but I shall content myself with accepting a place in your carriage and at your window at the Rospoli Palace, and I leave you at liberty to dispose of my place at the Piazza del Popolo." "But I warn you, you will lose a very curious sight," returned the count. "You will describe it to me," replied Franz, "and the recital from your lips will make as great an impression on me as if I had witnessed it. I have more than once intended witnessing an execution, but I have never been able to make up my mind; and you, Albert?" "I," replied the viscount, −− "I saw Castaing executed, but I think I was rather intoxicated that day, for I had quitted college the same morning, and we had passed the previous night at a tavern." "Besides, it is no reason because you have not seen an execution at Paris, that you should not see one anywhere else; when you travel, it is to see everything. Think what a figure you will make when you are asked, `How do they execute at Rome?' and you reply, `I do not know'! And, besides, they say that the culprit is an infamous scoundrel, who killed with a log of wood a worthy canon who had brought him up like his own son. Diable, when a churchman is killed, it should be with a different weapon than a log, especially when he has behaved like a father. If you went to Spain, would you not see the bull−fight? Well, suppose it is a bull−fight you are going to see? Recollect the ancient Romans of the Circus, and the sports where they killed three hundred lions and a hundred men. Think of the eighty thousand applauding spectators, the sage matrons who took their daughters, and the charming Vestals who made with the thumb of their white hands the fatal sign that said, `Come, despatch the dying.'" "Shall you go, then, Albert?" asked Franz. "Ma foi, yes; like you, I hesitated, but the count's eloquence decides me." "Let us go, then," said Franz, "since you wish it; but on our way to the Piazza del Popolo, I wish to pass through the Corso. Is this possible, count?" "On foot, yes, in a carriage, no." "I will go on foot, then." "Is it important that you should go that way?" Chapter 35. La Mazzolata. 252

The Count of Monte Cristo "Yes, there is something I wish to see." "Well, we will go by the Corso. We will send the carriage to wait for us on the Piazza del Popolo, by the Strada del Babuino, for I shall be glad to pass, myself, through the Corso, to see if some orders I have given have been executed." "Excellency," said a servant, opening the door, "a man in the dress of a penitent wishes to speak to you." "Ah, yes" returned the count, "I know who he is, gentlemen; will you return to the salon? you will find good cigars on the centre table. I will be with you directly." The young men rose and returned into the salon, while the count, again apologizing, left by another door. Albert, who was a great smoker, and who had considered it no small sacrifice to be deprived of the cigars of the Cafe de Paris, approached the table, and uttered a cry of joy at perceiving some veritable puros. "Well," asked Franz, "what think you of the Count of Monte Cristo?" "What do I think?" said Albert, evidently surprised at such a question from his companion; "I think he is a delightful fellow, who does the honors of his table admirably; who has travelled much, read much, is, like Brutus, of the Stoic school, and moreover," added he, sending a volume of smoke up towards the ceiling, "that he has excellent cigars." Such was Albert's opinion of the count, and as Franz well knew that Albert professed never to form an opinion except upon long reflection, he made no attempt to change it. "But," said he, "did you observe one very singular thing?" "What?" "How attentively he looked at you." "At me?" "Yes." −− Albert reflected. "Ah," replied he, sighing, "that is not very surprising; I have been more than a year absent from Paris, and my clothes are of a most antiquated cut; the count takes me for a provincial. The first opportunity you have, undeceive him, I beg, and tell him I am nothing of the kind." Franz smiled; an instant after the count entered. "I am now quite at your service, gentlemen," said he. "The carriage is going one way to the Piazza del Popolo, and we will go another; and, if you please, by the Corso. Take some more of these cigars, M. de Morcerf." "With all my heart," returned Albert; "Italian cigars are horrible. When you come to Paris, I will return all this." "I will not refuse; I intend going there soon, and since you allow me, I will pay you a visit. Come, we have not any time to lose, it is half−past twelve −− let us set off." All three descended; the coachman received his master's orders, and drove down the Via del Babuino. While the three gentlemen walked along the Piazza de Spagni and the Via Frattina, which led directly between the Fiano and Rospoli palaces, Franz's attention was directed towards the windows of that last palace, for he had not forgotten the signal agreed upon between the man in the mantle and the Transtevere peasant. "Which are your windows?" asked he of the count, with as much indifference as he could assume. "The three last," returned he, with a negligence evidently unaffected, for he could not imagine with what intention the question was put. Franz glanced rapidly towards the three windows. The side windows were hung with yellow damask, and the centre one with white damask and a red cross. The man in the mantle had kept his promise to the Transteverin, and there could now be no doubt that Chapter 35. La Mazzolata. 253

The Count of Monte Cristo he was the count. The three windows were still untenanted. Preparations were making on every side; chairs were placed, scaffolds were raised, and windows were hung with flags. The masks could not appear; the carriages could not move about; but the masks were visible behind the windows, the carriages, and the doors. Franz, Albert, and the count continued to descend the Corso. As they approached the Piazza del Popolo, the crowd became more dense, and above the heads of the multitude two objects were visible: the obelisk, surmounted by a cross, which marks the centre of the square, and in front of the obelisk, at the point where the three streets, del Babuino, del Corso, and di Ripetta, meet, the two uprights of the scaffold, between which glittered the curved knife of the mandaia. At the corner of the street they met the count's steward, who was awaiting his master. The window, let at an exorbitant price, which the count had doubtless wished to conceal from his guests, was on the second floor of the great palace, situated between the Via del Babuino and the Monte Pincio. It consisted, as we have said, of a small dressing−room, opening into a bedroom, and, when the door of communication was shut, the inmates were quite alone. On chairs were laid elegant masquerade costumes of blue and white satin. "As you left the choice of your costumes to me," said the count to the two friends, "I have had these brought, as they will be the most worn this year; and they are most suitable, on account of the confetti (sweetmeats), as they do not show the flour." Franz heard the words of the count but imperfectly, and he perhaps did not fully appreciate this new attention to their wishes; for he was wholly absorbed by the spectacle that the Piazza del Popolo presented, and by the terrible instrument that was in the centre. It was the first time Franz had ever seen a guillotine, −− we say guillotine, because the Roman mandaia is formed on almost the same model as the French instrument.* The knife, which is shaped like a crescent, that cuts with the convex side, falls from a less height, and that is all the difference. Two men, seated on the movable plank on which the victim is laid, were eating their breakfasts, while waiting for the criminal. Their repast consisted apparently of bread and sausages. One of them lifted the plank, took out a flask of wine, drank some, and then passed it to his companion. These two men were the executioner's assistants. At this sight Franz felt the perspiration start forth upon his brow. The prisoners, transported the previous evening from the Carcere Nuovo to the little church of Santa Maria del Popolo, had passed the night, each accompanied by two priests, in a chapel closed by a grating, before which were two sentinels, who were relieved at intervals. A double line of carbineers, placed on each side of the door of the church, reached to the scaffold, and formed a circle around it, leaving a path about ten feet wide, and around the guillotine a space of nearly a hundred feet. All the rest of the square was paved with heads. Many women held their infants on their shoulders, and thus the children had the best view. The Monte Pincio seemed a vast amphitheatre filled with spectators; the balconies of the two churches at the corner of the Via del Babuino and the Via di Ripetta were crammed; the steps even seemed a parti−colored sea, that was impelled towards the portico; every niche in the wall held its living statue. What the count said was true −− the most curious spectacle in life is that of death. And yet, instead of the silence and the solemnity demanded by the occasion, laughter and jests arose from the crowd. It was evident that the execution was, in the eyes of the people, only the commencement of the Carnival. Suddenly the tumult ceased, as if by magic, and the doors of the church opened. A brotherhood of penitents, clothed from head to foot in robes of gray sackcloth, with holes for the eyes, and holding in their hands lighted tapers, appeared first; the chief marched at the head. Behind the penitents came a man of vast stature and proportions. He was naked, with the exception of cloth drawers at the left side of which hung a large knife in a sheath, and he bore on his right shoulder a heavy iron sledge−hammer. This man was the executioner. He had, moreover, sandals bound on his feet by cords. Behind the executioner came, in the order in which they were to die, first Peppino and then Andrea. Each was accompanied by two priests. Neither had his eyes bandaged. Peppino walked with a firm step, doubtless aware of what awaited him. Andrea was supported by two priests. Each of them, from time to time, kissed the crucifix a confessor held out to them. 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The Count of Monte Cristo smiling tenderness, such as Franz had never before witnessed in them; his black eyes especially were full of kindness and pity. However, the two culprits advanced, and as they approached their faces became visible. Peppino was a handsome young man of four or five and twenty, bronzed by the sun; he carried his head erect, and seemed on the watch to see on which side his liberator would appear. Andrea was short and fat; his visage, marked with brutal cruelty, did not indicate age; he might be thirty. In prison he had suffered his beard to grow; his head fell on his shoulder, his legs bent beneath him, and his movements were apparently automatic and unconscious. * Dr. Guillotin got the idea of his famous machine from witnessing an execution in Italy. "I thought," said Franz to the count, "that you told me there would be but one execution." "I told you true," replied he coldly. "And yet here are two culprits." "Yes; but only one of these two is about to die; the other has many years to live." "If the pardon is to come, there is no time to lose." "And see, here it is," said the count. At the moment when Peppino reached the foot of the mandaia, a priest arrived in some haste, forced his way through the soldiers, and, advancing to the chief of the brotherhood, gave him a folded paper. The piercing eye of Peppino had noticed all. The chief took the paper, unfolded it, and, raising his hand, "Heaven be praised, and his holiness also," said he in a loud voice; "here is a pardon for one of the prisoners!" "A pardon!" cried the people with one voice −− "a pardon!" At this cry Andrea raised his head. "Pardon for whom?" cried he. Peppino remained breathless. "A pardon for Peppino, called Rocca Priori," said the principal friar. And he passed the paper to the officer commanding the carbineers, who read and returned it to him. "For Peppino!" cried Andrea, who seemed roused from the torpor in which he had been plunged. "Why for him and not for me? We ought to die together. I was promised he should die with me. You have no right to put me to death alone. I will not die alone −− I will not!" And he broke from the priests struggling and raving like a wild beast, and striving desperately to break the cords that bound his hands. The executioner made a sign, and his two assistants leaped from the scaffold and seized him. "What is going on?" asked Franz of the count; for, as all the talk was in the Roman dialect, he had not perfectly understood it. "Do you not see?" returned the count, "that this human creature who is about to die is furious that his fellow−sufferer does not perish with him? and, were he able, 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. Oh, man, man −− race of crocodiles," cried the count, extending his clinched hands towards the crowd, "how well do I recognize you there, and that at all times you are worthy of yourselves!" Meanwhile Andrea and the two executioners were struggling on the ground, and he kept exclaiming, "He ought to die! −− he shall die! −− I will not die alone!" "Look, look," cried the count. seizing the young men's hands −− "look, for on my soul it is curious. Here is a man who had resigned himself to his fate, who was going to the scaffold to die −− like a coward, it is true, but he was about to die without resistance. Do you know what gave him strength? −− do you know what consoled him? It was, that another partook of his punishment −− that another partook of his anguish −− that another was to die before him. Lead two sheep to the butcher's, two oxen to the slaughterhouse, and make one of them understand that his companion will not die; the sheep will bleat for pleasure, the ox will bellow with Chapter 35. La Mazzolata. 255

The Count of Monte Cristo joy. But man −− man, whom God created in his own image −− man, upon whom God has laid his first, his sole commandment, to love his neighbor −− man, to whom God has given a voice to express his thoughts −− what is his first cry when he hears his fellow−man is saved? A blasphemy. Honor to man, this masterpiece of nature, this king of the creation!" And the count burst into a laugh; a terrible laugh, that showed he must have suffered horribly to be able thus to laugh. However, the struggle still continued, and it was dreadful to witness. The people all took part against Andrea, and twenty thousand voices cried, "Put him to death! put him to death!" Franz sprang back, but the count seized his arm, and held him before the window. "What are you doing?" said he. "Do you pity him? If you heard the cry of `Mad dog!' you would take your gun −− you would unhesitatingly shoot the poor beast, who, after all, was only guilty of having been bitten by another dog. And yet you pity a man who, without being bitten by one of his race, has yet murdered his benefactor; and who, now unable to kill any one, because his hands are bound, wishes to see his companion in captivity perish. No, no −− look, look!" The command was needless. Franz was fascinated by the horribly spectacle. The two assistants had borne Andrea to the scaffold, and there, in spite of his struggles, his bites, and his cries, had forced him to his knees. During this time the executioner had raised his mace, and signed to them to get out of the way; the criminal strove to rise, but, ere he had time, the mace fell on his left temple. A dull and heavy sound was heard, and the man dropped like an ox on his face, and then turned over on his back. The executioner let fall his mace, drew his knife, and with one stroke opened his throat, and mounting on his stomach, stamped violently on it with his feet. At every stroke a jet of blood sprang from the wound. This time Franz could contain himself no longer, but sank, half fainting, into a seat. Albert, with his eyes closed, was standing grasping the window−curtains. The count was erect and triumphant, like the Avenging Angel!

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When Franz recovered his senses, he saw Albert drinking a glass of water, of which, to judge from his pallor, he stood in great need; and the count, who was assuming his masquerade costume. He glanced mechanically towards the square −− the scene was wholly changed; scaffold, executioners, victims, all had disappeared; only the people remained, full of noise and excitement. The bell of Monte Citorio, which only sounds on the pope's decease and the opening of the Carnival, was ringing a joyous peal. "Well," asked he of the count, "what has, then, happened?" "Nothing," replied the count; "only, as you see, the Carnival his commenced. Make haste and dress yourself." "In fact," said Franz, "this horrible scene has passed away like a dream." "It is but a dream, a nightmare, that has disturbed you." "Yes, that I have suffered; but the culprit?" "That is a dream also; only he has remained asleep, while you have awakened; and who knows which of you is the most fortunate?" "But Peppino −− what has become of him?" "Peppino is a lad of sense, who, unlike most men, 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, without even thanking the worthy priests who accompanied him. Decidedly man is an ungrateful and egotistical animal. But dress yourself; see, M. de Morcerf sets you the example." Chapter 36. The Carnival at Rome. 256

The Count of Monte Cristo Albert was drawing on the satin pantaloon over his black trousers and varnished boots. "Well, Albert," said Franz, "do you feel much inclined to join the revels? Come, answer frankly." "Ma foi, no," returned Albert. "But I am really glad to have seen such a sight; and I understand what the count said −− that when you have once habituated yourself to a similar spectacle, it is the only one that causes you any emotion." "Without reflecting that this is the only moment in which you can study character," said the count; "on the steps of the scaffold death tears off the mask that has been worn through life, and the real visage is disclosed. It must be allowed that Andrea was not very handsome, the hideous scoundrel! Come, dress yourselves, gentlemen, dress yourselves." Franz felt it would be ridiculous not to follow his two companions' example. He assumed his costume, and fastened on the mask that scarcely equalled the pallor of his own face. Their toilet finished, they descended; the carriage awaited them at the door, filled with sweetmeats and bouquets. They fell into the line of carriages. It is difficult to form an idea of the perfect change that had taken place. Instead of the spectacle of gloomy and silent death, the Piazza del Popolo presented a spectacle of gay and noisy mirth and revelry. A crowd of masks flowed in from all sides, emerging from the doors, descending from the windows. From every street and every corner drove carriages filled with clowns, harlequins, dominoes, mummers, pantomimists, Transteverins, knights, and peasants, screaming, fighting, gesticulating, throwing eggs filled with flour, confetti, nosegays, attacking, with their sarcasms and their missiles, friends and foes, companions and strangers, indiscriminately, and no one took offence, or did anything but laugh. Franz and Albert were like men who, to drive away a violent sorrow, have recourse to wine, and who, as they drink and become intoxicated, feel a thick veil drawn between the past and the present. They saw, or rather continued to see, the image of what they had witnessed; but little by little the general vertigo seized them, and they felt themselves obliged to take part in the noise and confusion. A handful of confetti that came from a neighboring carriage, and which, while it covered Morcerf and his two companions with dust, pricked his neck and that portion of his face uncovered by his mask like a hundred pins, incited him to join in the general combat, in which all the masks around him were engaged. He rose in his turn, and seizing handfuls of confetti and sweetmeats, with which the carriage was filled, cast them with all the force and skill he was master of. The strife had fairly begun, and the recollection of what they had seen half an hour before was gradually effaced from the young men's minds, so much were they occupied by the gay and glittering procession they now beheld. As for the Count of Monte Cristo, he had never for an instant shown any appearance of having been moved. Imagine the large and splendid Corso, bordered from one end to the other with lofty palaces, with their balconies hung with carpets, and their windows with flags. At these balconies are three hundred thousand spectators −− Romans, Italians, strangers from all parts of the world, the united aristocracy of birth, wealth, and genius. Lovely women, yielding to the influence of the scene, bend over their balconies, or lean from their windows, and shower down confetti, which are returned by bouquets; the air seems darkened with the falling confetti and flying flowers. In the streets the lively crowd is dressed in the most fantastic costumes −− gigantic cabbages walk gravely about, buffaloes' heads below from men's shoulders, dogs walk on their hind legs; in the midst of all this a mask is lifted, and, as in Callot's Temptation of St. Anthony, a lovely face is exhibited, which we would fain follow, but from which we are separated by troops of fiends. This will give a faint idea of the Carnival at Rome. At the second turn the Count stopped the carriage, and requested permission to withdraw, leaving the vehicle at their disposal. Franz looked up −− they were opposite the Rospoli Palace. At the centre window, the one hung with white damask with a red cross, was a blue domino, beneath which Franz's imagination easily pictured the beautiful Greek of the Argentina. "Gentlemen," said the count, springing out, "when you are tired of being actors, and wish to become spectators of this scene, you know you have places at my windows. 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The Count of Monte Cristo and that it had gone at four o'clock to fetch him from the Rospoli Palace. The count had, moreover, charged him to offer the two friends the key of his box at the Argentina. Franz questioned Albert as to his intentions; but Albert had great projects to put into execution before going to the theatre; and instead of making any answer, he inquired if Signor Pastrini could procure him a tailor. "A tailor," said the host; "and for what?" "To make us between now and to−morrow two Roman peasant costumes," returned Albert. The host shook his head. "To make you two costumes between now and to−morrow? I ask your excellencies' pardon, but this is quite a French demand; 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?" "No; we have them ready−made. Leave all to me; and to−morrow, when you awake, you shall find a collection of costumes with which you will be satisfied." "My dear Albert," said Franz, "leave all to our host; he has already proved himself full of resources; let us dine quietly, and afterwards go and see `The Algerian Captive.'" "Agreed," returned Albert; "but remember, Signor Pastrini, that both my friend and myself attach the greatest importance to having to−morrow the costumes we have asked for." The host again assured them they might rely on him, and that their wishes should be attended to; upon which Franz and Albert mounted to their apartments, and proceeded to disencumber themselves of their costumes. Albert, as he took off his dress, carefully preserved the bunch of violets; it was his token reserved for the morrow. The two friends sat down to table; but they could not refrain from remarking the difference between the Count of Monte Cristo's table and that of Signor Pastrini. Truth compelled Franz, in spite of the dislike he seemed to have taken to the count, to confess that the advantage was not on Pastrini's side. During dessert, the servant inquired at what time they wished for the carriage. Albert and Franz looked at each other, fearing really to abuse the count's kindness. The servant understood them. "His excellency the Count of Monte Cristo had," he said, "given positive orders that the carriage was to remain at their lordships' orders all day, and they could therefore dispose of it without fear of indiscretion." They resolved to profit by the count's courtesy, and ordered the horses to be harnessed, while they substituted evening dress for that which they had on, and which was somewhat the worse for the numerous combats they had sustained. This precaution taken, they went to the theatre, and installed themselves in the count's box. During the first act, the Countess G−−−− entered. Her first look was at the box where she had seen the count the previous evening, 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. Her opera−glass was so fixedly directed towards them, that Franz saw it would be cruel not to satisfy her curiosity; and, availing himself of one of the privileges of the spectators of the Italian theatres, who use their boxes to hold receptions, the two friends went to pay their respects to the countess. Scarcely had they entered, when she motioned to Franz to assume the seat of honor. Albert, in his turn, sat behind. "Well," said she, hardly giving Franz time to sit down, "it seems you have nothing better to do than to make the acquaintance of this new Lord Ruthven, and you are already the best friends in the world." "Without being so far advanced as that, my dear countess," returned Franz, "I cannot deny that we have abused his good nature all day." "All day?"

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The Count of Monte Cristo "Yes; this morning we breakfasted with him; we rode in his carriage all day, and now we have taken possession of his box." "You know him, then?" "Yes, and no." "How so?" "It is a long story." 'Tell it to me." "It would frighten you too much." "So much the more reason." "At least wait until the story has a conclusion." "Very well; I prefer complete histories; but tell me how you made his acquaintance? Did any one introduce you to him?" "No; it was he who introduced himself to us." "When?" "Last night, after we left you." "Through what medium?" "The very prosaic one of our landlord." "He is staying, then, at the Hotel de Londres with you?" "Not only in the same hotel, but on the same floor." "What is his name −− for, of course, you know?" "The Count of Monte Cristo." "That is not a family name?" "No, it is the name of the island he has purchased." "And he is a count?" "A Tuscan count." "Well, we must put up with that," said the countess, who was herself from one of the oldest Venetian families. "What sort of a man is he?"

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The Count of Monte Cristo "Ask the Vicomte de Morcerf." "You hear, M. de Morcerf, I am referred to you," said the countess. "We should be very hard to please, madam," returned Albert, "did we not think him delightful. A friend of ten years' standing could not have done more for us, or with a more perfect courtesy." "Come," observed the countess, smiling, "I see my vampire is only some millionaire, who has taken the appearance of Lara in order to avoid being confounded with M. de Rothschild; and you have seen her?" "Her?" "The beautiful Greek of yesterday." "No; we heard, I think, the sound of her guzla, but she remained perfectly invisible." "When you say invisible," interrupted Albert, "it is only to keep up the mystery; 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. "At the Rospoli Palace." "The count had three windows at the Rospoli Palace?" "Yes. Did you pass through the Corso?" "Yes." "Well, did you notice two windows hung with yellow damask, and one with white damask with a red cross? Those were the count's windows?" "Why, he must be a nabob. Do you know what those three windows were worth?" "Two or three hundred Roman crowns?" "Two or three thousand." "The deuce." "Does his island produce him such a revenue?" "It does not bring him a baiocco." "Then why did he purchase it?" "For a whim." "He is an original, then?"

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The Count of Monte Cristo "In reality," observed Albert, "he seemed to me somewhat eccentric; were he at Paris, and a frequenter of the theatres, I should say he was a poor devil literally mad. This morning he made two or three exits worthy of Didier or Anthony." At this moment a fresh visitor entered, and, according to custom, Franz gave up his seat to him. This circumstance had, moreover, the effect of changing the conversation; an hour afterwards the two friends returned to their hotel. Signor Pastrini had already set about procuring their disguises for the morrow; and he assured them that they would be perfectly satisfied. The next morning, at nine o'clock, he entered Franz's room, followed by a tailor, who had eight or ten Roman peasant costumes on his arm; they selected two exactly alike, and charged the tailor to sew on each of their hats about twenty yards of ribbon, and to procure them two of the long silk sashes of different colors with which the lower orders decorate themselves on fete−days. Albert was impatient to see how he looked in his new dress −− a jacket and breeches of blue velvet, silk stockings with clocks, shoes with buckles, and a silk waistcoat. This picturesque attire set him off to great advantage; and when he had bound the scarf around his waist, and when his hat, placed coquettishly on one side, 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. The Turks used to be so picturesque with their long and flowing robes, but are they not now hideous with their blue frocks buttoned up to the chin, and their red caps, which make them look like a bottle of wine with a red seal? Franz complimented Albert, who looked at himself in the glass with an unequivocal smile of satisfaction. They were thus engaged when the Count of Monte Cristo entered. "Gentlemen," said he, "although a companion is agreeable, perfect freedom is sometimes still more agreeable. I come to say that to−day, and for the remainder of the Carnival, I leave the carriage entirely at your disposal. The host will tell you I have three or four more, so that you will not inconvenience me in any way. Make use of it, I pray you, for your pleasure or your business." The young men wished to decline, but they could find no good reason for refusing an offer which was so agreeable to them. The Count of Monte Cristo remained a quarter of an hour with them, conversing on all subjects with the greatest ease. He was, as we have already said, perfectly well acquainted with the literature of all countries. A glance at the walls of his salon proved to Franz and Albert that he was a connoisseur of pictures. A few words he let fall showed them that he was no stranger to the sciences, and he seemed much occupied with chemistry. The two friends did not venture to return the count the breakfast he had given them; it would have been too absurd to offer him in exchange for his excellent table the very inferior one of Signor Pastrini. They told him so frankly, and he received their excuses with the air of a man who appreciated their delicacy. Albert was charmed with the count's manners, and he was only prevented from recognizing him for a perfect gentleman by reason of his varied knowledge. The permission to do what he liked with the carriage pleased him above all, for the fair peasants had appeared in a most elegant carriage the preceding evening, and Albert was not sorry to be upon an equal footing with them. At half−past one they descended, the coachman and footman had put on their livery over their disguises, which gave them a more ridiculous appearance than ever, and which gained them the applause of Franz and Albert. Albert had fastened the faded bunch of violets to his button−hole. At the first sound of the bell they hastened into the Corso by the Via Vittoria. At the second turn, a bunch of fresh violets, thrown from a carriage filled with harlequins, indicated to Albert that, like himself and his friend, the peasants had changed their costume, also; and whether it was the result of chance, or whether a similar feeling had possessed them both, while he had changed his costume they had assumed his. Albert placed the fresh bouquet in his button−hole, but he kept the faded one in his hand; and when he again met the calash, he raised it to his lips, an action which seemed greatly to amuse not only the fair lady who had thrown it, but her joyous companions also. The day was as gay as the preceding one, perhaps even more animated and noisy; the count appeared for an instant at his window. but when they again passed he had disappeared. It is almost needless to say that the flirtation between Albert and the fair peasant continued all day. In the evening, on his return, Franz found a letter from the embassy, informing him that he would have the honor of being received by his holiness the next day. At each previous visit he had made to Rome, he had Chapter 36. The Carnival at Rome. 262

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

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The Count of Monte Cristo "Whether she goes there or not, my opinion is still the same," returned Albert. "You have read the letter?" "Yes." "You know how imperfectly the women of the mezzo cito are educated in Italy?" (This is the name of the lower class.) "Yes." "Well, read the letter again. Look at the writing, and find if you can, any blemish in the language or orthography." (The writing was, in reality, charming, and the orthography irreproachable.) "You are born to good fortune," said Franz, as he returned the letter. "Laugh as much as you will," replied Albert, "I am in love." "You alarm me," cried Franz. "I see that I shall not only go alone to the Duke of Bracciano's, but also return to Florence alone." "If my unknown be as amiable as she is beautiful," said Albert, "I shall fix myself at Rome for six weeks, at least. I adore Rome, and I have always had a great taste for archaeology." "Come, two or three more such adventures, and I do not despair of seeing you a member of the Academy." Doubtless Albert was about to discuss seriously his right to the academic chair when they were informed that dinner was ready. Albert's love had not taken away his appetite. He hastened with Franz to seat himself, free to recommence the discussion after dinner. After dinner, the Count of Monte Cristo was announced. They had not seen him for two days. Signor Pastrini informed them that business had called him to Civita Vecchia. He had started the previous evening, and had only returned an hour since. He was charming. Whether he kept a watch over himself, or whether by accident he did not sound the acrimonious chords that in other circumstances had been touched, he was to−night like everybody else. The man was an enigma to Franz. The count must feel sure that Franz recognized him; and yet he had not let fall a single word indicating any previous acquaintance between them. On his side, however great Franz's desire was to allude to their former interview, the fear of being disagreeable to the man who had loaded him and his friend with kindness prevented him from mentioning it. The count had learned that the two friends had sent to secure a box at the Argentina Theatre, and were told they were all let. In consequence, he brought them the key of his own −− at least such was the apparent motive of his visit. Franz and Albert made some difficulty, alleging their fear of depriving him of it; but the count replied that, as he was going to the Palli Theatre, the box at the Argentina Theatre would he lost if they did not profit by it. This assurance determined the two friends to accept it. Franz had by degrees become accustomed to the count's pallor, which had so forcibly struck him at their first meeting. He could not refrain from admiring the severe beauty of his features, the only defect, or rather the principal quality of which was the pallor. Truly, a Byronic hero! Franz could not, we will not say see him, but even think of him without imagining his stern head upon Manfred's shoulders, or beneath Lara's helmet. 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, 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. The count was no longer young. He was at least forty; and yet it was easy to understand that he was formed to rule the young men with whom he associated at present. And, to complete his resemblance with the fantastic heroes of the English poet, the count seemed to have the power of fascination. Albert was constantly expatiating on their good fortune in meeting such a man. Franz was less enthusiastic; but the count exercised over him also the ascendency a strong mind always acquires over a mind less domineering. He thought several times of the project the count had of visiting Paris; and he had no doubt but that, with his eccentric character, his Chapter 36. The Carnival at Rome. 264

The Count of Monte Cristo characteristic face, and his colossal fortune, he would produce a great effect there. And yet he did not wish to be at Paris when the count was there. The evening passed as evenings mostly pass at Italian theatres; that is, not in listening to the music, but in paying visits and conversing. The Countess G−−−− wished to revive the subject of the count, but Franz announced he had something far newer to tell her, and, in spite of Albert's demonstrations of false modesty, 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, if we may credit travellers, the comtess did not manifest the least incredulity, but congratulated Albert on his success. They promised, upon separating, to meet at the Duke of Bracciano's ball, to which all Rome was invited. The heroine of the bouquet kept her word; she gave Albert no sign of her existence the morrow or the day after. At length Tuesday came, the last and most tumultuous day of the Carnival. On Tuesday, the theatres open at ten o'clock in the morning, as Lent begins after eight at night. On Tuesday, all those who through want of money, time, or enthusiasm, have not been to see the Carnival before, mingle in the gayety, and contribute to the noise and excitement. From two o'clock till five Franz and Albert followed in the fete, exchanging handfuls of confetti with the other carriages and the pedestrians, who crowded amongst the horses' feet and the carriage wheels without a single accident, a single dispute, or a single fight. The fetes are veritable pleasure days to the Italians. The author of this history, 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. Albert was triumphant in his harlequin costume. A knot of rose−colored ribbons fell from his shoulder almost to the ground. In order that there might be no confusion, Franz wore his peasant's costume. As the day advanced, the tumult became greater. There was not on the pavement, in the carriages, at the windows, a single tongue that was silent, a single arm that did not move. It was a human storm, made up of a thunder of cries, and a hail of sweetmeats, flowers, eggs, oranges, and nosegays. At three o'clock the sound of fireworks, 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. The races, like the moccoli, are one of the episodes peculiar to the last days of the Carnival. At the sound of the fireworks the carriages instantly broke ranks, and retired by the adjacent streets. All these evolutions are executed with an inconceivable address and marvellous rapidity, without the police interfering in the matter. The pedestrians ranged themselves against the walls; then the trampling of horses and the clashing of steel were heard. A detachment of carbineers, fifteen abreast, galloped up the Corso in order to clear it for the barberi. When the detachment arrived at the Piazza di Venezia, a second volley of fireworks was discharged, to announce that the street was clear. Almost instantly, in the midst of a tremendous and general outcry, seven or eight horses, excited by the shouts of three hundred thousand spectators, passed by like lightning. Then the Castle of Saint Angelo fired three cannon to indicate that number three had won. Immediately, without any other signal, the carriages moved on, flowing on towards the Corso, down all the streets, like torrents pent up for a while, which again flow into the parent river; and the immense stream again continued its course between its two granite banks. A new source of noise and movement was added to the crowd. The sellers of moccoletti entered on the scene. The moccoli, or moccoletti, are candles which vary in size from the pascal taper to the rushlight, and which give to each actor in the great final scene of the Carnival two very serious problems to grapple with, −− first, how to keep his own moccoletto alight; and secondly, how to extinguish the moccoletti of others. The moccoletto is like life: man has found but one means of transmitting it, and that one comes from God. But he has discovered a thousand means of taking it away, and the devil has somewhat aided him. The moccoletto is kindled by approaching it to a light. But who can describe the thousand means of extinguishing the moccoletto? −− the gigantic bellows, the monstrous extinguishers, the superhuman fans. Every one hastened to purchase moccoletti −− Franz and Albert among the rest. 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The Count of Monte Cristo mounting from the Piazzo del Popolo to the Palazzo di Venezia. It seemed like the fete of jack−o'−lanterns. It is impossible to form any idea of it without having seen it. Suppose that all the stars had descended from the sky and mingled in a wild dance on the face of the earth; the whole accompanied by cries that were never heard in any other part of the world. The facchino follows the prince, the Transteverin the citizen, every one blowing, extinguishing, relighting. Had old AEolus appeared at this moment, he would have been proclaimed king of the moccoli, and Aquilo the heir−presumptive to the throne. This battle of folly and flame continued for two hours; the Corso was light as day; the features of the spectators on the third and fourth stories were visible. Every five minutes Albert took out his watch; at length it pointed to seven. The two friends were in the Via dei Pontefici. Albert sprang out, bearing his moccoletto in his hand. Two or three masks strove to knock his moccoletto out of his hand; but Albert, a first−rate pugilist, sent them rolling in the street, one after the other, and continued his course towards the church of San Giacomo. The steps were crowded with masks, who strove to snatch each other's torches. Franz followed Albert with his eyes, and saw him mount the first step. Instantly a mask, wearing the well−known costume of a peasant woman, snatched his moccoletto from him without his offering any resistance. Franz was too far off to hear what they said; but, without doubt, nothing hostile passed, for he saw Albert disappear arm−in−arm with the peasant girl. He watched them pass through the crowd for some time, but at length he lost sight of them in the Via Macello. Suddenly the bell that gives the signal for the end of the carnival sounded, and at the same instant all the moccoletti were extinguished as if by enchantment. It seemed as though one immense blast of the wind had extinguished every one. Franz found himself in utter darkness. No sound was audible save that of the carriages that were carrying the maskers home; nothing was visible save a few lights that burnt behind the windows. The Carnival was over.

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In his whole life, perhaps, Franz had never before experienced so sudden an impression, so rapid a transition from gayety to sadness, as in this moment. It seemed as though Rome, under the magic breath of some demon of the night, had suddenly changed into a vast tomb. By a chance, which added yet more to the intensity of the darkness, the moon, which was on the wane, did not rise until eleven o'clock, and the streets which the young man traversed were plunged in the deepest obscurity. The distance was short, and at the end of ten minutes his carriage, or rather the count's, stopped before the Hotel de Londres. Dinner was waiting, but as Albert had told him that he should not return so soon, Franz sat down without him. Signor Pastrini, who had been accustomed to see them dine together, inquired into the cause of his absence, but Franz merely replied that Albert had received on the previous evening an invitation which he had accepted. The sudden extinction of the moccoletti, the darkness which had replaced the light, and the silence which had succeeded the turmoil, had left in Franz's mind a certain depression which was not free from uneasiness. He therefore dined very silently, in spite of the officious attention of his host, who presented himself two or three times to inquire if he wanted anything. Franz resolved to wait for Albert as late as possible. He ordered the carriage, therefore, for eleven o'clock, desiring Signor Pastrini to inform him the moment that Albert returned to the hotel. At eleven o'clock Albert had not come back. Franz dressed himself, and went out, telling his host that he was going to pass the night at the Duke of Bracciano's. The house of the Duke of Bracciano is one of the most delightful in Rome, the duchess, one of the last heiresses of the Colonnas, does its honors with the most consummate grace, and thus their fetes have a European celebrity. Franz and Albert had brought to Rome letters of introduction to them, and their first question on his arrival was to inquire the whereabouts of his travelling companion. Franz replied that he had left him at the moment they were about to extinguish the moccoli, and that he had lost sight of him in the Via Macello. "Then he has not returned?" said the duke. "I waited for him until this hour," replied Franz. "And do you know whither he went?" Chapter 37. The Catacombs of Saint Sebastian. 266

The Count of Monte Cristo "No, not precisely; however, I think it was something very like a rendezvous." "Diavolo!" said the duke, "this is a bad day, or rather a bad night, to be out late; is it not, countess!" These words were addressed to the Countess G−−−− , who had just arrived, and was leaning on the arm of Signor Torlonia, the duke's brother. "I think, on the contrary, that it is a charming night," replied the countess, "and those who are here will complain of but one thing −− its too rapid flight." "I am not speaking," said the duke with a smile, "of the persons who are here; the men run no other danger than that of falling in love with you, and the women of falling ill of jealousy at seeing you so lovely; I meant persons who were out in the streets of Rome." "Ah," asked the countess, "who is out in the streets of Rome at this hour, unless it be to go to a ball?" "Our friend, Albert de Morcerf, countess, whom I left in pursuit of his unknown about seven o'clock this evening," said Franz, "and whom I have not seen since." "And don't you know where he is?" "Not at all." "Is he armed?" "He is in masquerade." "You should not have allowed him to go," said the duke to Franz; "you, who know Rome better than he does." "You might as well have tried to stop number three of the barberi, who gained the prize in the race to−day," replied Franz; "and then moreover, what could happen to him?" "Who can tell? The night is gloomy, and the Tiber is very near the Via Macello." 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. "I informed them at the hotel that I had the honor of passing the night here, duke," said Franz, "and desired them to come and inform me of his return." "Ah," replied the duke, "here I think, is one of my servants who is seeking you." The duke was not mistaken; when he saw Franz, the servant came up to him. "Your excellency," 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." "A letter from the viscount!" exclaimed Franz. "Yes." "And who is the man?" "I do not know."

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" "Come up−stairs with me. retreating a step or two. He had sent away his carriage with orders for it to fetch him at two o'clock. The Catacombs of Saint Sebastian. 268 . with a smile. "Oh. "Shall we see you again to give us any information?" inquired the countess. and on the other in the Square of the Holy Apostles." said the messenger. which is on one side in the Corso. "What wants your excellency of me?" inquired the man." "I prefer waiting here." replied Franz. Franz saw a man in the middle of the street." "I will hasten." "Be prudent. but.The Count of Monte Cristo "Why did he not bring it to me here?" "The messenger did not say." said the countess to Franz." "Oh. and I will give it to you." "Your excellency is the travelling companion of the viscount?" "I am. "Yes −− your friend at least hopes so. the stranger first addressed him. "Are not you the person who brought me a letter. He had no doubt that it was the messenger from Albert. "go with all speed −− poor young man! Perhaps some accident has happened to him." Franz took his hat and went away in haste." "Your excellency's name" −− "Is the Baron Franz d'Epinay. As he came near the hotel." "Then it is to your excellency that this letter is addressed." said the countess. The man was wrapped up in a large cloak." "And where is the messenger?" "He went away directly he saw me enter the ball−room to find you. He went up to him. Chapter 37. pray be assured of that. as if to keep on his guard. "Yes." "Is there any answer?" inquired Franz. if it is not any serious affair. "from the Viscount of Morcerf?" "Your excellency lodges at Pastrini's hotel?" "I do. in any event." inquired Franz. fortunately the Palazzo Bracciano. to his extreme astonishment. is hardly ten minutes' walk from the Hotel de Londres. otherwise I cannot answer as to what I may do myself. taking the letter from him.

if it be not sufficient. he had brought but a hundred louis. "If by six in the morning the four thousand piastres are not in my hands. Albert. On the staircase he met Signor Pastrini.The Count of Monte Cristo "And why?" "Your excellency will know when you have read the letter. It was written and signed by Albert. 269 . The young man had found Signor Pastrini looking very much alarmed." This second signature explained everything to Franz. −− The moment you have received this. "My dear Chapter 37. It is urgent that I should have this money without delay. Thus seven or eight hundred piastres were wanting to them both to make up the sum that Albert required. he might in such a case rely on the kindness of Signor Torlonia. He hastened to open the secretary. about to return to the Palazzo Bracciano without loss of time. There was no time to lose. have the kindness to take the letter of credit from my pocket−book. I have seen him. There were in all six thousand piastres. P. Light the candles in my apartment. therefore. then." "Shall I find you here. in whose existence he had for so long a time refused to believe. True. draw from him instantly four thousand piastres. relying on you as you may rely on me. as he lived at Florence. As to Franz. and in it the letter of credit. which you will find in the square drawer of the secretary. in a strange hand. Franz read it twice before he could comprehend what it contained. "Well?" said the landlord. who now understood the objection of the messenger to coming up into the apartment. I do not say more." Franz entered the hotel.S. had fallen into the hands of the famous bandit chief. when that worthy presented himself. and found the pocket−book in the drawer. add your own to it. by seven o'clock the Count Albert will have ceased to live. The Catacombs of Saint Sebastian. and give them to the bearer. alla sette il conte Alberto avra cessato di vivere. and this had only made him the more anxious to read Albert's letter. "Well −− what?" responded Franz. Luigi Vampa. "You have seen the man who desired to speak with you from your friend?" he asked of Franz. −− I now believe in Italian banditti. if you please. Below these lines were written. when suddenly a luminous idea crossed his mind. then?" "Certainly. He was. "Yes. Albert de Morcerf. and unfolded it. It was thus worded: −− My Dear Fellow. and had only come to Rome to pass seven or eight days. "and he has handed this letter to me. but of these six thousand Albert had already expended three thousand." The inn−keeper gave orders to a servant to go before Franz with a light. the following in Italian: −− Se alle sei della mattina le quattro mile piastre non sono nelle mie mani. Run to Torlonia. he had no letter of credit. Your friend." he replied. and so he went instantly towards the waxlight. Franz was about to ring for Signor Pastrini. the street was safer for him. He remembered the Count of Monte Cristo. and of these he had not more than fifty left.

270 ." "No." he said." "You see." "Is he in bed?" "I should say no. on the contrary. said to Franz. have what you will." replied Franz. "And I thank you. and a servant introduced him to the count. "`Se alle sei della mattina le quattro mile piastre non sono nelle mie mani." Chapter 37. alla sette il conte Alberto avra cessato di vivere. then. "Is it absolutely necessary. "have you come to sup with me? It would be very kind of you. "Read that. well!" said he. "Did you see the postscript?" "I did. your excellency. The count came towards him. I come to you first and instantly. and request him to be so kind as to give me an audience.The Count of Monte Cristo sir. "Well. he said." he said. hastily. −− "The count awaits your excellency. I have come to speak to you of a very serious matter. and returning." replied the count. if you please. "The postscript is explicit. The Catacombs of Saint Sebastian." said the count. and which was surrounded with divans.'" "What think you of that?" inquired Franz." Signor Pastrini did as he was desired. indeed. to send the money to Luigi Vampa?" asked the young man. looking fixedly in his turn at the count." The count went to his secretary." replied he. "Well. all but eight hundred piastres. looking at Franz with the earnestness usual to him. and pulling out a drawer filled with gold. "Have you the money he demands?" "Yes. The count read it. Franz gave him Albert's letter. going to the door. opened it. "`Luigi Vampa. −− "I hope you will not offend me by applying to any one but myself." "Then ring at his door. he has this moment returned. "do you know if the count is within?" "Yes." Franz went along the corridor." "A serious matter. He was in a small room which Franz had not yet seen. "Judge for yourself. what good wind blows you hither at this hour?" said he. "and what may it be?" "Are we alone?" "Yes. and returning five minutes after. "and he made a sign to Franz to take what he pleased.

and. said the count. Peppino. but rather with alacrity." Chapter 37. The Catacombs of Saint Sebastian." "To your apartments. with surprise. "Salite!" said the count. not forgotten that I saved your life. The man in the mantle quitted the wall. "If we were to go together to Luigi Vampa. "Ah. I am sure he would not refuse you Albert's freedom. "And if I went to seek Vampa. mounting the steps at a bound. but he will not make any difficulty at entering mine. "Ah." "I must learn where we are going. then." "He awaits the answer?" "Yes." The count knit his brows. The messenger obeyed without the least hesitation.The Count of Monte Cristo "I think that if you would take the trouble of reflecting. in the same tone in which he would have given an order to his servant." "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." "Shall I take any arms?" "For what purpose?" "Any money?" "It is useless. threw himself on his knees. and a walk without Rome will do us both good. well. would you accompany me?" "If my society would not be disagreeable." "Be it so. and whistled in a peculiar manner. It is a lovely night. he would not come up. But Peppino. seized the count's hand. five seconds afterwards he was at the door of the room. "who told you that?" "No matter." The count went to the window of the apartment that looked on to the street. and remained silent an instant. "you have. I will summon him hither. perhaps." said the count." "It is useless. for it is a week ago. and covered it with kisses. entered the hotel. you could find a way of simplifying the negotiation." said the count. instead of answering. and advanced into the middle of the street. "How so?" returned the count. 271 . that is strange. Where is the man who brought the letter?" "In the street." said Franz. I know it. it is you.

" "What?" cried Franz. Teresa. turning towards Franz. 272 ." replied Franz. did the same." "What!" exclaimed Franz. Teresa returned it −− all this with the consent of the chief. that I should think it very amusing. "the peasant girl who snatched his mocoletto from him" −− "Was a lad of fifteen. "it seems to me that this is a very likely story. Beppo told him he was going to take him to a villa a league from Rome. The coachman went up the Via di Ripetta and the Porta San Paola. instead of Teresa. the Frenchman assured him he would follow him to the end of the world. the Frenchman's carriage passed several times the one in which was Teresa. "Oh. The Catacombs of Saint Sebastian. The Frenchman threw her a bouquet." said Franz. then. and never shall I forget it. and when they were two hundred yards outside. Beppo has taken in plenty of others. you may speak before his excellency." replied Peppino." Chapter 37. it was Beppo who was on the steps of the church of San Giacomo." said he. "was Luigi Vampa in the carriage with the Roman peasants?" "It was he who drove. The Frenchman made some resistance." said the count. Beppo got in. "Well." "Good!" returned Peppino. a carriage was waiting at the end of the Via Macello. "I am ready to answer any questions your excellency may address to me. with the chief's consent. but it is something that you believe so. At the same time. walk along the banks of the river." replied Peppino. "if it had happened to any one but poor Albert. with an accent of profound gratitude. What do you say to it?" "Why. He gallantly offered the right−hand seat to Beppo." "And Beppo led him outside the walls?" said the count. surrounded the carriage. who was in the carriage. the coachman pulled up and did the same. excellency. disguised as the coachman. "Exactly so.The Count of Monte Cristo "No." "How did the Viscount Albert fall into Luigi's hands?" "Excellency. and he did not wait to be asked twice." "The chief's mistress?" "Yes. the Frenchman took off his mask. and sat by him. but he could not resist five armed men. The Frenchman asked for a rendezvous. You allow me to give you this title?" continued the count in French. "Never? That is a long time." Peppino glanced anxiously at Franz. "But it was no disgrace to your friend to have been deceived. "he is one of my friends. Teresa gave him one −− only." "You can speak before me. and was forced to yield." returned Peppino. Sebastian. "it is necessary to excite this man's confidence." "Well. and nearly strangled Beppo. "I am a friend of the count's. and then brought him to Teresa and Luigi. who were concealed on the banks of the Almo. as the Frenchman became somewhat too forward. Rise and answer. four of the band. Beppo put a brace of pistols to his head. "Well?" said the count. who were waiting for him in the catacombs of St. inviting the Frenchman to follow him. They made him get out.

and finally he disappeared in the midst of the tall red herbage. here is an opportunity made to your hand. Ali had received his instructions. Sebastian?" "I was never in them." said the count. The Catacombs of Saint Sebastian. and they went on their way. Sebastian. Peppino placed himself beside Ali. brought with them in the carriage. and suddenly retreat into the darkness on a signal from Peppino. but the Count of Monte Cristo produced a permit from the governor of Rome. day and night. "In ten minutes." he said. Have you a carriage?" "No. The road which the carriage now traversed was the ancient Appian Way. be assured. and reached the gates of St. The count took out his watch. which began to rise. Are you still resolved to accompany me?" "More determined than ever." In a very short time the noise of wheels was heard. but now." said the count to his companion. during which Franz saw the shepherd going along a narrow path that led over the irregular and broken surface of the Campagna. and away I go." said the count." "Always ready?" "Yes." "And shall we go and find him?" inquired Franz. which seemed like the bristling mane of an enormous lion. but the delay may cause your friend to pass an uneasy night. if you had not found me here. taking with him a torch. or after my dinner. Five minutes elapsed. and therefore we had better go with all speed to extricate him from the hands of the infidels. decidedly. and a footman appeared." He then took Peppino aside. in truth. "Oh. but I have often resolved to visit them. the portcullis was therefore raised. accompanied by Peppino. I always have one ready. I am a very capricious being. I resolve on starting for some particular point. "it might have proved a gallant adventure which would have cost your friend dear. and the count and Franz alighted. "We might start at five o'clock and be in time. by the light of the moon. Franz imagined that he saw something like a sentinel appear at various points among the ruins. "Half−past twelve. From time to time." "Well. "and remove the pistols which are in the holsters. sir. "Order out the carriage. He is in a very picturesque place −− do you know the catacombs of St. the porter had a louis for his trouble. or in the middle of the night. "Now. At the door they found the carriage. and went down the Corso. come along." he said. crossed the Campo Vaccino." Franz and the count went downstairs. and bordered with tombs. allowing him to leave or enter the city at any hour of the day or night. his alarm will be the only serious consequence. Franz and the count got into the carriage. and I should tell you that sometimes when I rise. gave him an order in a low voice. 273 . and the carriage stopped at the door. Peppino opened the door. Then the porter raised some difficulties. You need not awaken the coachman." "Well. and Peppino went away. Ali will drive. and it would be difficult to contrive a better. went up the Strada San Gregorio. and they set off at a rapid pace. in whom Franz recognized the dumb slave of the grotto of Monte Cristo. A short time before they reached the Baths of Caracalla the carriage stopped.The Count of Monte Cristo "And. Ali was on the box. "let us follow him. "we shall be there." Franz and the count in their turn then advanced along the same Chapter 37." The count rang." "That is of no consequence. then.

through the openings of which the newcomers contemplated him. and the bandit saluted them. "Who comes there?" At the same time they saw the reflection of a torch on a carbine barrel. and. Peppino will have warned the sentry of our coming. and the other a bandit on the lookout. was visible along the wall. making a sign that they might proceed. They went on a hundred and fifty paces in this way. advancing alone towards the sentry. Peppino. and on the other into a large square chamber. addressing the count. ascending the three steps which led to the corridor of the columbarium. entirely surrounded by niches similar to those of which we have spoken. he said a few words to him in a low tone. Luigi Vampa. the count guiding Franz as if he had the singular faculty of seeing in the dark. The count laid his hand on Franz's shoulder. "or shall we wait awhile?" "Let us go on." replied the count. the opening of the catacombs is close at hand. placed at the base of a pillar. They came to an opening behind a clump of bushes and in the midst of a pile of rocks. Five corridors diverged like the rays of a star. The passageway sloped in a gentle descent. saluted the nocturnal visitors. Peppino glided first into this crevice. to warn him to be silent. after they got along a few paces the passage widened. then. he raised his finger to his lips. and then were stopped by. A man was seated with his elbow leaning on the column. which was only distinguishable because in that spot the darkness seemed more dense than elsewhere. according to their fancy." Peppino obeyed. which were arranged one above the other in the shape of coffins. "A friend!" responded Peppino. and in groups. at the distance of a hundred paces. and turned to see if they came after him. The Catacombs of Saint Sebastian. dug into niches. Peppino passed. showed that they were at last in the catacombs." One of the two men was Peppino. Behind the sentinel was a staircase with twenty steps. They then perceived two men conversing in the obscurity. In the midst of this chamber were four stones. This was the chief of the band. like the first. entered the chamber by the middle arcade. except that fifty paces in advance of them a reddish glare. more evident since Peppino had put out his torch." "Go on. who was walking up and down before a grotto. "if you will follow me. At the other end. was a sentinel. "Come with me. Chapter 37. Franz himself. which went all round the columbarium. rays of light were visible. each having his carbine within reach. scarcely visible. and was reading with his back turned to the arcades. and the walls. however." said Peppino. Down one of the corridors. The count first reached an open space and Franz followed him closely. 274 . which. and advanced towards Vampa. "Your excellency. enlarging as they proceeded. led them over a declivity to the bottom of a small valley. who was so intent on the book before him that he did not hear the noise of his footsteps. When the count thought Franz had gazed sufficiently on this picturesque tableau. still Franz and the count were compelled to advance in a stooping posture. lighted his torch. saw his way more plainly in proportion as he went on towards the light. and Franz and the count were in utter darkness. which had formerly served as an altar. Franz and the count descended these. A lamp. They advanced silently. "Would you like to see a camp of bandits in repose?" he inquired. by which a man could scarcely pass. Three arcades were before them. and found themselves in a mortuary chamber. were to be seen twenty brigands or more. put out the torch. 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. or with their backs against a sort of stone bench. These arcades opened on one side into the corridor where the count and Franz were. and were scarcely able to proceed abreast of one another." replied Franz. and like a shadow. and the middle one was used as a door. and. and then he. lying in their mantles. Around him.The Count of Monte Cristo path. Franz and the count advanced. silent. whose extent it was impossible to determine. then. as was evident from the cross which still surmounted them. "Ought we to go on?" asked Franz of the count. "Exceedingly. which served in some manner as a guide.

your excellency." he said to him. "and that not only do you forget people's faces. "and I will go myself and tell him he is free. turning towards his men. and also my reply." said the count. my dear Vampa. "Welcome among us. "I told you there was some mistake in this. "well. turning towards Franz. and twenty carbines were levelled at the count. and who saw by the lamp−light a shadow approaching his chief. Come. "this young gentleman is one of my friends −− this young gentleman lodges in the same hotel as myself −− this young gentleman has been up and down the Corso for eight hours in my private carriage." asked the count. "where is the Viscount? −− I do not see him." exclaimed the chief." "Ground arms. "you heard what the count just said. while with the other he took off his hat respectfully." "It seems that your memory is equally short in everything." the count added." added the count. he said." The chief went towards the place he had pointed out as Albert's prison. with an imperative sign of the hand. "The prisoner is there. "What is the prisoner doing?" inquired Vampa of the Chapter 37." said Franz. having committed an error. At this challenge. The Catacombs of Saint Sebastian. drawing at the same moment a pistol from his girdle. that I did not really recognize you. 275 . should be respected by you?" "And how have I broken that treaty. turning to Franz. I hope. and no muscle of his countenance disturbed." said the count frowningly. who all retreated before his look. Vampa. in a tone that made Franz shudder. the chief advancing several steps to meet him. "here is Luigi Vampa." continued the count. but also the conditions you make with them. "I am with the person to whom this letter was addressed. I would blow his brains out with my own hand!" "Well. and Franz and the count followed him. looking round him uneasily." "What conditions have I forgotten." "Are you not alone?" asked Vampa with uneasiness." said the count. Vampa rose quickly." replied Vampa. that this had happened. as if he were an utter stranger. let me add that I would not for the four thousand piastres at which I had fixed your friend's ransom. taking the letter from his pocket. In a moment all the bandits were on their feet. your excellency. "that not only my person. but also that of my friends. if I thought one of you knew that the young gentleman was the friend of his excellency. who was less abstracted. your excellency. and to whom I desired to prove that Luigi Vampa was a man of his word." said he in a voice perfectly calm. and yet. "Why have you caused me thus to fail in my word towards a gentleman like the count. who will himself express to you his deep regret at the mistake he has committed. who has all our lives in his hands? By heavens. and. then. it appears to me that you receive a friend with a great deal of ceremony. your excellency?" "You have this evening carried off and conveyed hither the Vicomte Albert de Morcerf. "Was it not agreed. but I was so far from expecting the honor of a visit." "Nothing has happened to him.The Count of Monte Cristo "Who comes there?" cried the sentinel. turning to the singular personage who had caused this scene." "Why did you not tell me all this −− you?" inquired the brigand chief." "But. Well. your excellency?" inquired the bandit. you have carried him off. "Your pardon. is anxious to repair it. with the air of a man who. pointing to the hollow space in front of which the bandit was on guard. "Well." Franz approached. "you have set a ransom on him. I repeat to you. and conveyed him hither.

"My dear Albert. then. he was not insensible to such a proof of courage. "Will your excellency please to awaken?" Albert stretched out his arms. and yet here was one whose gay temperament was not for a moment altered. but who nevertheless did give it. "You are right. similar to that which lighted the columbarium. throughout this whole affair acted like a gentleman. and opened his eyes." "My dear fellow. "What. and in the next for this visit. he was evidently accustomed to see his prisoners tremble before him." Albert looked around and perceived Franz." "Come hither?" "Yes. indeed." replied the sentry. my dear Franz. by the gleam of a lamp. not I. I had such a delightful dream. The bandit gazed on this scene with amazement." he said." "Really? Then that person is a most amiable person." said Vampa." Chapter 37." and he put out his hand to the Count. in the first place for the carriage. he was enchanted at the way in which Albert had sustained the national honor in the presence of the bandit." Then going to Albert. then." Then he drew his watch from his pocket. You may conclude your interrupted galop. hither. who drew back a bolt and opened a door. how am I free?" "A person to whom I can refuse nothing has come to demand you. with perfect ease of mind. captain? You should have allowed me to sleep. rubbed his eyelids. saying." he said. they have paid my ransom?" "No." "Come in. I should have finished my galop. he touched him on the shoulder. Albert was to be seen wrapped up in a cloak which one of the bandits had lent him. who has. `Never awaken me but for bad news." replied Franz. we shall yet have time to finish the night at Torlonia's. 276 . as for Franz. smiling with his own peculiar smile." said he.The Count of Monte Cristo sentinel. Then. your excellency. I was dancing the galop at Torlonia's with the Countess G−−−− ." said Albert gayly. so that you will owe no ill−will to Signor Luigi. "if you will make haste. Napoleon's maxim." "Oh. "this must be one of your friends. your excellency. The count and Franz ascended seven or eight steps after the chief. arranging his cravat and wristbands." "Well." replied Albert. and I hope you will consider me as under eternal obligations to you. the Count of Monte Cristo. for the last hour I have not heard him stir." said the count. "Come. "Why the devil do you rouse me at this hour?" "To tell you that you are free. my dear count. So. "Oh. "Ma foi. and have been grateful to you all my life. lying in a corner in profound slumber. "you are really most kind. your excellency. "Half−past one only?" said he. whose devotion and friendship are thus displayed?" "No. "is it you. "remember. "is it you.' if you had let me sleep on. captain. "not so bad for a man who is to be shot at seven o'clock to−morrow morning. "I do not know. "but our neighbor. for the future. The Catacombs of Saint Sebastian." said he. that he might see how time sped." Vampa looked at Albert with a kind of admiration. your excellency. who shuddered as he gave his own.

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. where stood all the bandits. but like a king who precedes ambassadors. descended the staircase. I am enormously anxious to finish my night at the Duke of Bracciano's. "let us on with all the speed we may. "Has your excellency anything to ask me?" said Vampa with a smile. he preceded his guests. turning towards the young men. and the horses went on at great speed." said the captain. The Compact. captain?" And he lighted his cigar at Vampa's torch." "No. Signor Luigi. The first words that Albert uttered to his friend. my dear count. crossed the square chamber. "Yes." added the chief. come." replied the bandit. Come." said the Viscount of Morcerf. "give me the torch." said Albert. "And now. you compensate for your mistakes in so gentlemanly a way. Chapter 38. and I hope you will not entertain any resentment at what has occurred. true." And Albert. he bowed." and he. "perhaps the offer may not appear very tempting to you." replied Franz. and he will assure you the delay arose from no fault of mine. not as a servant who performs an act of civility. then Albert. Albert put his arm round the waist of the countess. in some sort. The Compact. wherever I may be. gentlemen." "Gentlemen." And as at this moment the orchestra gave the signal for the waltz. It was just two o'clock by Albert's watch when the two friends entered into the dancing−room. in his turn." "Caesar's `Commentaries. contained a request that Franz would accompany him on a visit to the count. and disappeared with her in the whirl of dancers. whose character for veracity you well know. "you are as free as air. the young man had warmly and energetically thanked the Chapter 38." "What are you going to do?" inquired the count. forced to give his hand to Albert. They advanced to the plain. advancing towards the countess. "Now. left the caves. you shall be welcome. I am rather late in claiming this gracious promise. "Madame. On reaching the door." said the brigand chief. "I am curious to know what work you were perusing with so much attention as we entered. but here is my friend. your excellency. then. I have. all uneasiness on Albert's account ceased instantly. your pardon." They found the carriage where they had left it.The Count of Monte Cristo "You are decidedly right. but as they entered together. The count went out first." "Well.'" said the bandit. followed by Franz and the count. are you coming?" asked Albert. but if you should ever feel inclined to pay me a second visit. "allow me to repeat my apologies. "besides. "it is my favorite work. "l will show you the way back myself. turning round." replied the count. on the following morning." And taking the lighted torch from the hands of the herdsman. "will you allow me. sir. Their return was quite an event. "Yes." "Well." added he." Franz and Albert bowed. "is there any formality to fulfil before I take leave of your excellency?" "None." he said. a happy and merry life to you. "Ah." continued Albert. hat in hand. and we may reach the Palazzo by two o'clock. Franz paused for a moment. "that is the least honor that I can render to your excellency. "yesterday you were so condescending as to promise me a galop. "Peppino. 277 ." replied Franz. my dear Vampa. The count said a word in Arabic to Ali. "here I am. that one almost feels obliged to you for having committed them.

but as regards myself. however. "could scarcely have required an introduction. although of Spanish origin. at your disposal. both at the court of France and Madrid." exclaimed Albert." replied the count. 278 . I shall never cease to dwell with grateful recollection on the prompt and important service you rendered me. which you have been saved out of your travelling expenses. as long as I live. "your offer. and. as a millionaire. namely. the count joined them in the salon. I agree with you in thinking that my present ignorance of the first city in Europe is a reproach to me in every way. or connections. and to assure you that the remembrance of all I owe to you will never be effaced from my memory." said Albert. I might have become a partner in the speculations of M. "My dear count. of necessity. All that. and to let those bandits see. upon my arrival in France. "permit me to repeat the poor thanks I offered last night. "whether you undertake. after a short delay. de Morcerf" (these words were accompanied by a most peculiar smile). smooths all difficulties. possesses considerable influence. but at once accompanied him to the desired spot.000 francs. and I unhesitatingly place the best services of myself. my dear M. pray name it. with a smile. believe me. there is no nation but the French that can smile even in the face of grim Death himself. "that you have reached your present age without visiting the finest capital in the world? I can scarcely credit it. You owe me nothing but some trifle of 20." "Nevertheless. and therefore made no objection to Albert's request. the Comte de Morcerf. as that of making myself acquainted with the wonders and beauties of your justly celebrated capital. Franz. Rothschild." "My very good friend and excellent neighbor." "So distinguished an individual as yourself. in my own person. and calls for immediate correction. Your offer. "you really exaggerate my trifling exertions. 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. has nothing to do with my obligations to you. I can find no merit I possess. my family. and I accept it in the same spirit of hearty sincerity with which it is made. however. in all probability. 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?" Chapter 38. but as my motive in travelling to your capital would not have been for the pleasure of dabbling in stocks. I will go still further. and. that although men get into troublesome scrapes all over the world." "You are most kind. but. and say that I had previously made up my mind to ask a great favor at your hands.The Count of Monte Cristo count on the previous evening. so that there is not much of a score between us. still. I should have performed so important. and all to whom my life is dear. Aguado and M. and the perfect indifference you manifested as to the turn events might take. save that. I can in any way serve you? My father. far from surprising me." "Oh. −− nay. and also to remember that to you I am indebted even for my life. and I have only to ask you. The Compact. was compelled to abandon the idea." "Monsieur de Morcerf. and I now come to ask you whether." said Albert. it is quite true. but unfortunately I possessed no acquaintance there. in which terror was strangely mingled." "Is it possible." replied the count. a determination to take everything as I found it. I stayed away till some favorable chance should present itself of carrying my wish into execution. so necessary a duty. but services such as he had rendered could never be too often acknowledged. "I deserve no credit for what I could not help." cried Albert. had I known any person who would have introduced me into the fashionable world." "Upon my word. advancing to meet him. is precisely what I expected from you." "I am wholly a stranger to Paris −− it is a city I have never yet seen. −− but you must really permit me to congratulate you on the ease and unconcern with which you resigned yourself to your fate. who seemed attracted by some invisible influence towards the count.

that is to say. "But tell me now. he said." answered Albert. Now promise me to remember this. but his countenance was inscrutable especially when. "you will be at my house?" "Shall we make a positive appointment for a particular day and hour?" inquired the count." "Capital. laughingly. The Compact. delighted at the idea of having to chaperon so distinguished a person as Monte Cristo. but which. and connected with the very cream of Parisian society. and with infinite pleasure. like a house built on the sand. and while the Count was speaking the young man watched him closely. added. both inclination and positive necessity compel me to visit Paris.The Count of Monte Cristo "Oh." exclaimed Albert." "So be it. hoping to read something of his purpose in his face." said the Count." and drawing out his watch." said Albert. "And in three months' time. I shall be quite a sober." said Franz." answered Albert." 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." "Then it is settled. as in the present case. staid father of a family! A most edifying representative I shall make of all the domestic virtues −− don't you think so? But as regards your wish to visit our fine city. "and so much the more readily as a letter received this morning from my father summons me to Paris." "When do you propose going thither?" "Have you made up your mind when you shall be there yourself?" "Certainly I have. and extending his hand towards a calendar. "it comes to the same thing in the end. Perhaps by the time you return to Paris. "and I give you my solemn assurance that I only waited an opportunity like the present to realize plans that I have long meditated. and expect me the 21st of May at the same hour in the forenoon." "Connected by marriage. "Well." "Day for day. in a fortnight or three weeks' time. 27. do not smile. "that will suit me to a dot. "that I mean to do as I have said." said Albert. that I do." "Where do you live?" "No. it was veiled in a sphinx−like smile. "your breakfast shall be waiting. "tell me truly whether you are in earnest. I can only say that you may command me and mine to any extent you please. "to−day is the 21st of February." replied the count." Chapter 38. Rue du Helder. you see I make an ample allowance for all delays and difficulties. "it is exactly half−past ten o'clock. my dear count. in consequence of a treaty of marriage (my dear Franz." said the count. never mind how it is. hour for hour." returned the count. is liable to be blown over by the first puff of wind?" "I pledge you my honor. count. "only let me warn you that I am proverbial for my punctilious exactitude in keeping my engagements. as fast as I can get there!" "Nay. I beg of you) with a family of high standing." exclaimed Albert. "I will give you three months ere I join you. or if this project of visiting Paris is merely one of the chimerical and uncertain air castles of which we make so many in the course of our lives. you mean. then. suspended near the chimney−piece. 279 .

and the appointment you have made to meet him in Paris fills me with a thousand apprehensions. quitted the room. for Venice. "That depends. The young men then rose. half−past ten in the morning. "make yourself perfectly easy. No. the hand of your time−piece will not be more accurate in marking the time than myself. The Compact." replied the count. at half−past ten in the morning. And you. taking out his tablets. and shall not return hither before Saturday evening or Sunday morning." exclaimed Albert. he wrote down "No. 27. addressing Franz. entirely separated from the main building. "the count is a very singular person. returning his tablets to his pocket." "My dear fellow. baron." replied Franz. at five o'clock.The Count of Monte Cristo "Have you bachelor's apartments there? I hope my coming will not put you to any inconvenience. at half−past ten in the morning. as I am compelled to go to Naples." "Now then. when do you leave?" "To−morrow evening. Albert. "what can there possibly be in that to excite uneasiness? Why. 280 . when they had returned to their own apartments. and bowing to the count." "In that case I must say adieu to you. 27." pursued the count." said the count. "you seem more than commonly thoughtful." answered Franz." said the count. for it felt cold and icy as that of a corpse. Rue du Helder. since we must part. "allow me to wish you both a safe and pleasant journey. but occupy a pavilion at the farther side of the court−yard." "I reside in my father's house. on the 21st of May." "Quite sufficient. holding out a hand to each of the young men. and your word of honor passed for your punctuality?" "The 21st of May. as." "Shall I see you again ere my departure?" asked Albert." "Then we shall not meet in Paris?" "I fear I shall not have that honor. "that is the way I feel." "Whether I am in my senses or not." Chapter 38." replied the Count." "For France?" "No." "Well. 27." "I will confess to you. I shall remain in Italy for another year or two." It was the first time the hand of Franz had come in contact with that of the mysterious individual before him. Rue du Helder. and unconsciously he shuddered at its touch. "Let us understand each other. in the Rue du Helder. "it is agreed −− is it not? −− that you are to be at No. 21st May. "What is the matter?" asked Albert of Franz." said Albert. you must have lost your senses. "do you also depart to−morrow?" "Yes.

being rich. Monte Cristo has furnished for himself a temporary abode where you first found him. for I have noticed how cold you are in your bearing towards the count. "Well. my first visit. really the thing seems to me simple enough. the hashish. and thereby depriving him of the advantages naturally expected from so large an outlay of capital. the dream. to prevent the possibility of the Tuscan government taking a fancy to his enchanted palace. and that their fellowship involves no disgrace or stigma. Just ask yourself. Nobody knows better than yourself that the bandits of Corsica are not rogues or thieves. and how. Go but to Portsmouth or Southampton. he most faithfully fulfilled. should I ever go to Corsica. 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. by way of having a resting−place during his excursions. but purely and simply fugitives. 281 . −− and obtaining a bed on which it is possible to slumber. but. "the Corsican bandits that were among the crew of his vessel?" "Why. all the particulars of the supper. "what do you find to object to in all you have related? The count is fond of travelling. there remained no proof or trace of all these events. for my own part. in which the count had promised to obtain the release of the bandit Peppino. At last he arrived at the adventure of the preceding night. while he. and finally of his application to the count and the picturesque and satisfactory result that followed. He dwelt with considerable force and energy on the almost magical hospitality he had received from the count.The Count of Monte Cristo "Listen to me. at his awakening. save the small yacht. avoiding the wretched cookery −− which has been trying its best to poison me during the last four months. he has wisely enough purchased the island. should be Chapter 38. and the two Corsican bandits with them. and taken its name. "I am glad that the occasion has presented itself for saying this to you." said Albert. as our readers are aware. the statues. I protest that." said Franz. seen in the distant horizon driving under full sail toward Porto−Vecchio. The Compact." "And where?" "Will you promise me not to repeat a single word of what I am about to tell you?" "I promise. when Franz had concluded." "Then listen to me. driven by some sinister motive from their native town or village. has always been courtesy itself to us." 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. ere even I presented myself to the mayor or prefect. −− an engagement which. while you have manfully resisted its effects for as many years. possesses a vessel of his own." He recounted. between the count and Vampa. 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. Now. Albert listened with the most profound attention. Then he detailed the conversation overheard by him at the Colosseum. with circumstantial exactitude." said he. and you will find the harbors crowded with the yachts belonging to such of the English as can afford the expense. Franz." "Upon your honor?" "Upon my honor. my good fellow. and have the same liking for this amusement. Have you anything particular against him?" "Possibly. and. and the magnificence of his entertainment in the grotto of the "Thousand and One Nights." "Did you ever meet him previously to coming hither?" "I have. on the other hand.

' Was not that nearly what you said?" "It was. you must have lost your senses to think it possible I could act with such cold−blooded policy. then. most assuredly. my dear Franz." "Talking of countries. "I suppose you will allow that such men as Vampa and his band are regular villains." replied Franz." said Franz with a sigh. for. it would ill become me to search too closely into its source.000 livres of our money −− a sum at which.000 piastres. you promptly went to him. you must give me leave to excuse any little irregularity there may be in such a connection." replied Albert. "do as you please my dear viscount. proving most indisputably. for services so promptly and unhesitatingly rendered. if I could only manage to find them." "He is a philanthropist. not altogether for preserving my life. who have no other motive than plunder when they seize your person. as in all probability I own my present safety to that influence. you found the necessity of asking the count's assistance." "My dear Franz. therefore. then. in your place. where. How do you explain the influence the count evidently possessed over those ruffians?" "My good friend. for your arguments are beyond my powers of refutation. Albert." And this time it must be confessed that. contrary to the usual state of affairs in discussions between the young men. as you are aware. Albert de Morcerf to return to Paris. upon receipt of my letter. I can assure you." added Albert with a laugh. I did not very particularly care to remain. he merely came and freed me from the hands of Signor Vampa. I should like to have answered. given. and then pay a last visit to St. the young men parted. in spite of all my outward appearance of ease and unconcern. the effective arguments were all on Albert's side. And now." answered the other. `Who is M. you must admit that this Count of Monte Cristo is a most singular personage. at half−past five o'clock. Franz. instead of condemning him for his intimacy with outlaws." "No. ere he entered his travelling carriage. Now. did he ask you. and what were those events of his early life −− a life as marvellous as unknown −− that have tinctured his succeeding years with so dark and gloomy a misanthropy? Certainly these are questions that. If my vote and interest can obtain it for him. The Compact. for my own idea was that it never was in much danger. they are a race of men I admire greatly. did he put all these questions to you?" "I confess he asked me none. shall we take our luncheon. fearing that his expected guest might Chapter 38. "Well. Peter's?" Franz silently assented. "that no prophet is honored in his own country. but certainly for saving me 4. and Franz d'Epinay to pass a fortnight at Venice. "and no doubt his motive in visiting Paris is to compete for the Monthyon prize. and the following afternoon. which. means neither more nor less than 24. to whoever shall be proved to have most materially advanced the interests of virtue and humanity. being translated. "of what country is the count. 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 −− merely to introduce him into society −− would you have me refuse? My good fellow. "when. I will readily give him the one and promise the other. what is his native tongue. Still. let us talk of something else. Come. whence does he derive his immense fortune. But." "Still. Albert de Morcerf? how does he come by his name −− his fortune? what are his means of existence? what is his birthplace! of what country is he a native?' Tell me. saying.The Count of Monte Cristo to the bandits of Colomba. 282 . `My friend Albert de Morcerf is in danger. in spite of all. when. I should never have been estimated in France." persisted Franz. on my conscience. help me to deliver him." "Well.

was the large and fashionable dwelling of the Count and Countess of Morcerf. so entirely was it covered with dust and dirt. easels. The boudoir up−stairs communicated with the bed−chamber by an invisible door on the staircase.e." Chapter 39. hunting−horns. bass−viols. boxing−gloves. however. and yet aware that a young man of the viscount's age required the full exercise of his liberty. Lucca della Robbia faience. A high wall surrounded the whole of the hotel. should anything appear to merit a more minute examination. brushes. and which merits a particular description. Louis XIII. on the right. Cook. The Guests. placed in the care of a waiter at the hotel a card to be delivered to the Count of Monte Cristo. Albert de Morcerf could follow up his researches by means of a small gate. fencing. pencils −− for music had been succeeded by painting. which served as the carriage entrance. It was a little entrance that seemed never to have been opened since the house was built. they awaited." opening at the "Sesame" of Ali Baba. Albert could see all that passed.. in which the artist and the dandy strove for preeminence. a boudoir. and a bedroom. and who lives as it were in a gilded cage. and two at the back into the garden. beneath the name of Vicomte Albert de Morcerf. A small door. from whose vigilance and jurisdiction it was free. looking into the garden. it was evident that every precaution