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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

sire. sir.'" "Sire. he took the cross and kissed it. and gave it to Villefort) −− "in the meanwhile take this cross. for you must be fatigued after so long a journey. be amply satisfied on this point at least. M. this is an officer's cross. de Villefort. such as it is. his assassins. "I forgot you and M. go and rest. in the Rue de Tournon. Bonapartists or not. has been murdered. "take it. "Continue to seek for this man." "Never mind." "Ah. 71 ." Villefort leaned on the back of an arm−chair. Noirtier are not on the best terms possible. "How strange." "We shall see." said the king to the minister of police." It required all Villefort's coolness not to betray the terror with which this declaration of the king inspired him.' and especially so when they can add." he replied. "No. "your majesty mistakes." said Villefort. "for if. but he was lost sight of at the corner of the Rue de la Jussienne and the Rue Coq−Heron." "But you will see him. as I am all but convinced. General Quesnel. Blacas. de Villefort.The Count of Monte Cristo buttoned up to the chin. sir. for I have not the time to procure you another. for as the minister of police went on speaking he felt his legs bend under him." said Louis XVIII. your majesty will. The Corsican Ogre. with some asperity. In the meanwhile" (the king here detached the cross of the Legion of Honor which he usually wore over his blue coat. near the cross of St. I will no longer detain you. `A murder has been committed.. he breathed again. who would have been so useful to us at this moment. "And now. and wore at his button−hole the rosette of an officer of the Legion of Honor. Of course you stopped at your father's?" A feeling of faintness came over Villefort. and that is another sacrifice made to the royal cause. Louis." "Sire. "may I inquire what are the orders with which your majesty deigns to honor me?" Chapter 11. smiling in a manner which proved that all these questions were not made without a motive. then?" "I think not." he said." continued the king. I forgot. shall be cruelly punished. 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. `And we are on the track of the guilty persons. and for which you should be recompensed. "I alighted at the Hotel de Madrid. above the order of Notre−Dame−du−Mont−Carmel and St. make your mind easy. Yesterday a person exactly corresponding with this description was followed." said Louis. but when he learned that the unknown had escaped the vigilance of the agent who followed him. we will not forget you. I trust." "Sire. let it be your care to see that the brevet is made out and sent to M. "the police think that they have disposed of the whole matter when they say." "But you have seen him?" "Sire. I went straight to the Duc de Blacas." Villefort's eyes were filled with tears of joy and pride. sire. Lazare." "Ma foi.

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

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

that the usual phrase. "Come." "Ah. in return for your story. that the track is lost. the thing becomes more and more dramatic −− explain yourself." "It appears that this club is rather a bore to the police." "I burnt it." "No matter." Villefort's father laughed." "Yes. and which I discovered in the pocket−book of the messenger." "Well. Had that letter fallen into the hands of another. "will the Restoration adopt imperial methods so promptly? Shot. for fear that even a fragment should remain. I entreat of you −− for your own sake as well as mine." "My dear father. really. for three days ago I posted from Marseilles to Paris with all possible speed." "I do better than that. Father and Son. 74 . When the police is at fault. but they are on the track." "How did you know about it?" "By a letter addressed to you from the Island of Elba. 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. you have heard of the landing of the emperor?" "Not so loud." continued Noirtier." said he." "Three days ago? You are crazy. I can easily comprehend that. I am quite familiar with it. Why. I think I already know what you are about to tell me. it declares that it is on the track. But I have nothing to fear while I have you to protect me. "I will tell you another." "And the destruction of your future prospects. then. half−desperate at the enforced delay. I heard this news. three days ago the emperor had not landed. Why didn't they search more vigilantly? they would have found" −− "They have not found." Chapter 12. father." replied Noirtier." "To me?" "To you. for that letter must have led to your condemnation. would probably ere this have been shot. sir −− I save you. I was aware of his intention. Yes. and the government patiently awaits the day when it comes to say. my dear father. "yes." "I must refer again to the club in the Rue Saint−Jacques.The Count of Monte Cristo "And who told you this fine story?" "The king himself. and knew it even before you could." "You do? Why. you. come. with a sneaking air.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

During the war with Spain he was employed in the commissariat of the French army." "Ah!" said the abbe. and. and made a fortune. Morrel unhappy?" exclaimed the abbe. while honest men have been reduced to misery. and I know not how many millions in his strongbox." "How?" "Yes. he left Marseilles. and. If he were alone in the world he would blow out his brains." "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. on the recommendation of M. and I unable to do anything in the world for her. and which is expected from the Indies with a cargo of cochineal and indigo. who was about to marry the man she loved. I. like the others. "What! M. a son. has suffered by the bankruptcy of three large houses. who is in high favor at court. "He is reduced almost to the last extremity −− nay. He is a millionaire." said he. after having acquired a most honorable name in the trade of Marseilles. with a fine residence in the Rue de Mont−Blanc. while Fernand and Danglars are rolling in wealth. The Story. in a peculiar tone. "Yes. "You see. a widow. Morrel is utterly ruined. having first married his banker's daughter. who did not know his crime. as you may suppose. daughter of M. de Servieux. "he should be rich. but if a large fortune produces happiness. "Yes. the king's chamberlain. a lieutenant in the army." continued Caderousse." added Caderousse. I shall die of hunger. and trebled or quadrupled his capital. then with that money he speculated in the funds. sir. who left him a widower. Morrel. as cashier into a Spanish bank. Danglars is happy. and therefore the most guilty?" "What has become of him? Why. and there would be an end. instead of lessening. but whose family now will not allow him to wed the daughter of a ruined man. and they have made him a baron. happy. only augments his sorrows. "he is happy." "Horrible!" ejaculated the priest." "And has the unfortunate man wife or children?" inquired the abbe. happy as myself. he has lost five ships in two years. M. with ten horses in his stables. he is almost at the point of dishonor. and was taken. with my poor wife dying of fever before my very eyes." "How is that?" "Because their deeds have brought them good fortune. and now he is the Baron Danglars. he has a wife." "What has become of Danglars. a Madame de Nargonne. after five and twenty years of labor. 172 . he has. and his only hope now is in that very Pharaon which poor Dantes commanded.The Count of Monte Cristo "In that case. besides. who through everything has behaved like an angel. as old Dantes did. all this." replied the abbe. "And it is thus heaven recompenses virtue. he is a ruined man. six footmen in his ante−chamber. the instigator." Caderousse smiled bitterly. "so it is." Chapter 27. he has married a second time. If this ship founders. he has a daughter. who never did a bad action but that I have told you of −− am in destitution.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The two women looked at this person whose presence they had entirely forgotten. "I am one of your largest creditors. "Now. we shall see each other again. "I will give you three." returned the Englishman. Julie gave the stranger a supplicating glance. "leave me. sir. who had remained motionless in the corner during this scene. "and I will pay you −− or I shall he dead. she pretended to be descending. Now go. and see that my orders are executed. Chapter 29." "I see. enough!" cried Morrel. "will the house of Thomson French consent?" "Oh." "How long a delay do you wish for?" −− Morrel reflected. "Yes.' Do exactly what the letter bids you. "leave me. and retired. who went first. in which he had taken no part. To−day is the 5th of June. to which he replied by a smile that an indifferent spectator would have been surprised to see on his stern features. but. are the first that will fall due." "Yes. 188 . and I have nothing further to tell you. at least. go with them. Morrel?" asked Penelon. "Two months. "Oh." asked Morrel. The stranger met Julie on the stairs. the old ones destroyed. renew these bills up to the 5th of September." "I shall expect you. overwhelming him with grateful blessings." returned Morrel. I take everything on myself. The Englishman received his thanks with the phlegm peculiar to his nation." returned Julie." He made a sign to Cocles. clasping her hands." "Oh. "Well. I hope so. sinking into a chair. except the few words we have mentioned." "Yes. "that a fresh and unmerited misfortune his overwhelmed you. however strange it may appear. at least." "Your bills. sir!" cried Morrel." And he glanced towards the clerk of Thomson French." said he. I wish to speak with this gentleman." replied the stranger." "Do you wish for time to pay?" "A delay would save my honor. sir. but in reality she was waiting for him. conducted him to the staircase. and this only increases my desire to serve you." said Morrel." said the owner to his wife and daughter. "you have heard all. sir" −− said she. "But." "Well. the seamen followed him and Emmanuel brought up the rear. I shall come to receive the money. "Mademoiselle. Emmanuel. and consequently my life. "Let me see. The two men were left alone. we shall meet again in a happier time. and on the 5th of September at eleven o'clock (the hand of the clock pointed to eleven)." "At least. "one day you will receive a letter signed `Sinbad the Sailor. I pray you." These last words were uttered in so low a tone that the stranger could not hear them." continued the stranger." said the stranger. and the poor ship−owner found himself with three months before him to collect his resources. The House of Morrel Son.The Count of Monte Cristo "Enough. The bills were renewed. as she left the apartment. M. almost overpowered. and 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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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. She would have questioned him as he passed by her, but the worthy creature hastened down the staircase with unusual precipitation, and only raised his hands to heaven and exclaimed, "Oh, mademoiselle, mademoiselle, what a dreadful misfortune! Who could ever have believed it!" A moment afterwards Julie saw him go up−stairs carrying two or three heavy ledgers, a portfolio, and a bag of money. Morrel examined the ledgers, opened the portfolio, and counted the money. All his funds amounted to 6,000, or 8,000 francs, his bills receivable up to the 5th to 4,000 or 5,000, which, making the best of everything, Chapter 30. The Fifth of September. 190

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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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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. At this sight alone Franz felt his legs tremble under him. He looked at Albert −− he was as white as his shirt, and mechanically cast away his cigar, although he had not half smoked it. The count alone seemed unmoved −− nay, more, a slight color seemed striving to rise in his pale cheeks. His nostrils dilated like those of a wild beast that scents its prey, and his lips, half opened, disclosed his white teeth, small and sharp like those of a jackal. And yet his features wore an expression of Chapter 35. La Mazzolata. 254

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cook. for Albert had had not a taste but a fancy for music. Two windows only of the pavilion faced the street. and hid from the garden and court these two apartments. with far more perseverance than music and drawing. The Guests. broadswords. a boudoir. and single−sticks −− for. and two at the back into the garden. so entirely was it covered with dust and dirt. even if that horizon is only a public thoroughfare. A high wall surrounded the whole of the hotel. This door was a mockery to the concierge. The rest of the furniture of this privileged apartment consisted of old cabinets.e. was. looking into the garden. these three rooms were a salon. fencing." Chapter 39. and. beneath the name of Vicomte Albert de Morcerf. built in the heavy style of the imperial architecture. and single−stick. in which the artist and the dandy strove for preeminence. at least. close to the lodge of the concierge. he had written in pencil −− "27. It was a little entrance that seemed never to have been opened since the house was built. What these stuffs did there. gave ingress and egress to the servants and masters when they were on foot. The Guests. and broken in the centre by a large gate of gilded iron. or woven by the fingers of the women of Calcutta or of Chandernagor. flutes −− a whole orchestra. it was impossible to say. filled with Chinese porcelain and Japanese vases. or. of old arm−chairs. By means of the two windows looking into the street. brushes. the sight of what is going on is necessary to young men. however. Above this floor was a large atelier. unwilling to part from her son. some royal residence. and on the left the salon. There were collected and piled up all Albert's successive caprices. in which perhaps had sat Henry IV. Between the court and the garden. with the addition of a third. hunting−horns. The salon down−stairs was only an Algerian divan. easels. and Charles Leboucher. had chosen this habitation for Albert. formed out of the ante−chamber. from whose vigilance and jurisdiction it was free. boxing−gloves. was the large and fashionable dwelling of the Count and Countess of Morcerf. and directly opposite another building. three other windows looked into the court. palettes. or Richelieu −− for two of these arm−chairs. Albert's breakfast−room. on the right. Rue du Helder. which had been increased in size by pulling down the partitions −− a pandemonium. Albert could see all that passed. Albert de Morcerf cultivated. it was wont to swing backward at a cabalistic word or a concerted tap from w