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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

the whole belongs to you.serves for me the fate of Cardinals Caprara and Bentivoglio. "25th April." inquired Dantes hesitating... moreover.. no. yes!" "And who completed it as it now is?" "I did. the unity of the Italian kingdom." "And what did you do when you arrived at this conclusion?" "I resolved to set out.... but for some time the imperial police (who at this period. diamonds... carrying with me the beginning of my great work.lions of Roman crowns.ings have been made in these Spada.. which may amount to nearly two mil. still incredulous. be easy on that score. gems.." replied Edmond. make your mind satisfied on that point. that I alone.. . 1498. in. "has this treasure no more legitimate possessor in the world than ourselves?" "No.. my sole heir. wished for a partition of provinces) had their eyes on me.. when he saw that Dantes had read the last line. Spada. you know as much as I do myself.. as we are guided in a cavern by the small ray of light above us. and which he ." continued Faria. made me his heir..ngle in the invited to dine by his Holiness Alexander VI. and did set out at that very instant. and my hasty departure. "and now. bequeathing to me this symbolic breviary.I declare to my nephew. that I have bu. "Caes. measuring the length of the lines by those of the paper. jewels. gold.content with making me pay for my .the caves of the small Island of Monte Cristo all I poss.ings have been made .... Guido Spada.... the cause of which they were unable to guess. half this treasure is yours. and you escape alone.know of the existence of this treasure...ngle in the second. no. the family is extinct. no." he said. 1498.000 in 1894. Aided by the remaining fragment. he bequeathed to me all it contained. if I die here.La Mansión del Inglés . my dear fellow. nearly thirteen millions of our money. "Now... and fearing that not. "Yes. If we ever escape together..mansioningles.. and judge for yourself.." "And you say this treasure amounts to" -"Two millions of Roman crowns. money." "Well.... and which he will find on raising the twentieth ro. a thousand times. addressing Dantes with an almost paternal expression. and the conjointed pieces gave the following: -"This 25th day of April.. .ck from the small creek to the east in a right line. quite contrary to what Napoleon desired so soon as he had a son born to him..lions of Roman crowns. be. having aroused their from the small . Two open." Faria followed him with an excited look... and re. "It is the declaration of Cardinal Spada.."* * $2. the treasure is in the furthest a. I guessed the rest.tire to him . and the will so long sought for. and divining the hidden meaning by means of what was in part revealed.. The last Count of Spada.. we may enjoy it without remorse. "now...ried in a place he knows and has visited with me.tire to him as my sole heir. If we lay hands on this fortune. do you comprehend now?" inquired Faria.. that is. "put the two fragments together.600. who were poisoned. which treasure I bequeath and leave en." "But." Dantes obeyed. I was arrested at the very moment I was leaving Piombino. he may desire to become my heir.ssed of ingots.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-all became a dream for Franz. that there was no room for him at the Hotel de Londres. that's all. Corpus Christi. but a bird. I see plainly enough. and at Rome there are four great events in every year. He had lost all hope of detecting the secret of the grotto. and asked for Albert de Morcerf. but as for the carriage" -"What as to the carriage?" exclaimed Albert. they had lost sight of Monte Cristo. come. had been retained beforehand. taking the candlestick from the porter." replied the landlord. "To-morrow morning. The apartment consisted of two small rooms and a parlor. he hastened on board. "but we must have some supper instantly. and on the Saturday evening reached the Eternal City by the mail-coach. and next morning. He set out. and Signor Pastrini himself ran to him. The two rooms looked onto the street -. and if he were to throw himself on the coast. and reached the hotel. and thirty or thirty-five lire a day . With it was effaced the last trace of the preceding night. who was ready to pounce on the traveller and was about to lead him to Albert. scolding the waiters.the Carnival." answered the inn-keeper." "And when shall we know?" inquired Franz. An apartment. as it disappeared in the gulf of Porto-Vecchio. At last he made his way through the mob. signor Pastrini. "we will do all in our power to procure you one -. The rest of the floor was hired by a very rich gentleman who was supposed to be a Sicilian or Maltese. is he not certain of finding friends everywhere?" It was perfectly clear that the Signor Sinbad. he forgot. Then he sent his card to Signor Pastrini. and Rome was already a prey to that low and feverish murmur which precedes all great events. and he would beat any frigate three knots in every nine. excusing himself for having made his excellency wait. statues. and at which Franz had already halted five or six times. between life and death. "you shall be served immediately. which renders it similar to a kind of station between this world and the next -. This plan succeeded. when Morcerf himself appeared.http://www. -. for the moment at least. and. when the sun rose. he had no longer any inducement to remain at Monte Cristo.La Mansión del Inglés . As to Franz. as we have said. But this was not so easy a matter. for the streets were thronged with people. On his first inquiry he was told. his boat being ready.a fact which Signor Pastrini commented upon as an inappreciable advantage. while he finished his affairs of pleasure at Florence. why." "As to supper. with the impertinence peculiar to hired hackney-coachmen and inn-keepers with their houses full. All the rest of the year the city is in that state of dull apathy. At the moment the boat began her course they lost sight of the yacht.this is all I can say. Franz's host. hashish. we must have a carriage. and then thought of nothing but how he should rejoin his companion." "Sir. and a carriage for tomorrow and the following days." said Franz. and the Feast of St." replied the host. and then supper.mansioningles. Holy Week. the deuce! then we shall pay the more. When Franz had once again set foot on shore. he consequently despatched his breakfast. a resting-place full of poetry and character. no joking. "Come. Signor Pastrini. Peter. who was awaiting him at Rome. and so enjoyed exceptional privileges. the events which had just ship. and they were soon under way. Sinbad. "Very good.a sublime spot. and at each time found it more marvellous and striking. but the host was unable to decide to which of the two nations the traveller belonged. had the honor of being on excellent terms with the smugglers and bandits along the whole coast of the Mediterranean. The boat sailed on all day and all night. and thus he had but to go to Signor Pastrini's hotel. which was continually increasing and getting more and more turbulent. At Drake's or Aaron's one pays twenty-five lire for common days. "Oh. horses?" he said. "which will make it still more difficult. that is something." "But the carriage and horses?" said Franz. It is a little worse for the journey. "Be easy. Chapter 33 Roman Bandits. for the last three days of the carnival. my dear Franz -. with that delighted philosophy which believes that nothing is impossible to a full purse or well-lined pocketbook." . that will make forty. add five lire a day more for extras." said Albert. The sound had not yet died away when Signor Pastrini himself entered." returned Franz.mansioningles. but from now till Sunday you can have fifty if you please. and instantly rang the bell." replied Franz." "What is the matter?" said Albert.there is not a single carriage to be had -.that is. "but can't we have posthorses?" "They have been all hired this fortnight. my dear boy. The next morning Franz woke first." "That is to say. that you were too late -." replied Pastrini. excellency. your Eternal City is a nice sort of place." Albert looked at Franz like a man who hears a reply he does not understand. "let us enjoy the present without gloomy forebodings for the future. and without waiting for Franz to question him." "At least we can have a window?" "Where?" "In the Corso. and there are none left but those absolutely requisite for posting. "for the very three days it is most needed. slept soundly. let us sup. your excellency. they will come in due season. "you have guessed it." "Well. and dreamed he was racing all over Rome at Carnival time in a coach with six horses." "Well. but that's no matter.La Mansión del Inglés . then. but to pass to another." "What are we to say to this?" asked Franz. "that there are no carriages to be had from Sunday to Tuesday evening." "Yes. it is only a question of how much shall be charged for them. when I would not promise you anything." Morcerf then." "There are no horses.http://www. "Do you understand that." "I am afraid if we offer them double that we shall not procure a carriage. Is supper ready." "My friend. "Well. "to-day is Thursday. "I feared yesterday." said Morcerf. "I say." "Then they must put horses to mine. supped. "no carriage to be had?" "Just so. excellency." said the landlord triumphantly. and there's an end of it. who was desirous of keeping up the dignity of the capital of the Christian world in the eyes of his guest. went to bed. I am accustomed not to dwell on that thing." "Ah. and who knows what may arrive between this and Sunday?" "Ten or twelve thousand travellers will arrive." returned Franz. Signor Pastrini?" " more for Sundays and feast days. that when a thing completely surpasses my comprehension.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

poor Albert! none of those interesting adventures fell in his way. and exerted himself to set off his personal attractions by the aid of the most rich and elaborate toilet. from which he might behold the gayeties of the Carnival? . and an introduction might ensue that would procure him the offer of a seat in a carriage. there might be an exception to the general rule. but in the present day it is not necessary to go as far back as Noah in tracing a descent. Albert de Morcerf commanded an income of 50.000 livres. in spite of this. -. And the thing was so much the more annoying.http://www. Another motive had influenced Albert's selection of his seat. and that upon his return he should astonish the Parisian world with the recital of his numerous love-affairs. Still. to think that Albert de Morcerf. at least to their lovers. or a place in a princely balcony. Alas. the lovely Genoese. although each of the three tiers of boxes is deemed equally aristocratic. and thought not of changing even for the splendid appearance of Albert de Morcerf. all these defects pressed hard on a man who had had his stall at the Bouffes. thus advantageously placed. his elegant toilet was wholly thrown away. and claims to notice. well-looking young man. or open boxes.mansioningles. hoped to indemnify himself for all these slights and indifferences during the Carnival. was also possessed of considerable talent and ability. Sometimes Albert would affect to make a joke of his want of success. Albert had never been able to endure the Italian theatres. but internally he was deeply wounded. and his self-love immensely piqued. Albert had quitted Paris with the full conviction that he had only to show himself in Italy to carry all before him." and although the box engaged for the two friends was sufficiently capacious to contain at least a dozen persons. With this design he had engaged a box in the most conspicuous part of the theatre. and Neapolitans were all faithful. Rome is the spot where even the wisest and gravest throw off the usual rigidity of their lives. and all he gained was the painful conviction that the ladies of Italy have this advantage over those of France. expectations. but to crown all these advantages. Albert. generally styled the "nobility's boxes. he was a viscount -. however. as elsewhere. and the absence of balconies. moreover. he might not in truth attract the notice of some fair Roman. it had cost less than would be paid at some of the French theatres for one admitting merely four occupants. for this reason." supported by three of the most renowned vocalists of Italy. Albert. as. that they are faithful even in their infidelity. whether dated from 1399 or merely 1815. Florentines. if not to their husbands. Yet he could not restrain a hope that in Italy. and is. besides being an elegant.a recently created one. and deign to mingle in the follies of this time of liberty and relaxation. according to the characteristic modesty of a Frenchman. knowing full well that among the different states and kingdoms in which this festivity is celebrated. The box taken by Albert was in the first circle. The Carnival was to commence on the morrow. and merely have his labor for his pains. 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. the most admired and most sought after of any young person of his day.La Mansión del Inglés . 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. Albert displayed his most dazzling and effective costumes each time he visited the theatres. alas. a more than sufficient sum to render him a personage of considerable importance in Paris.who knew but that. should thus be passed over. therefore Albert had not an instant to lose in setting forth the programme of his hopes. with their orchestras from which it is impossible to themselves fortunate in having the opportunity of hearing one of the best works by the composer of "Lucia di Lammermoor. certainly. and had shared a lower box at the Opera. but. and a genealogical tree is equally estimated.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Franz went in with his eyes blindfolded. "what you tell us is so extraordinary. and was waited on by mutes and by women to whom Cleopatra was a painted strumpet. then?" "I believe so." "Precisely!" cried Albert. an arsenal of weapons that would do credit to an Arabian fortress." The two young men looked at Morcerf as if to say." said Debray. so that what he took for women might have been simply a row of statues. the Sultan send me the "I think I can assist your researches.http://www. Morrel comes to aid me." . since he calls himself Sinbad the Sailor. "have heard something like this from an old sailor named Penelon. do you know if the persons you see there are rich or poor. for they did not come in until after he had taken hashish. "Monte Cristo is a little island I have often heard spoken of by the old sailors my father employed -.they have no time. "No. but Franz has. if their sacks of wheat are not rubies or diamonds? They seem like poor fishermen." "Have you seen the Greek mistress?" "I have both seen and heard her. he has purchased the title of count somewhere in Tuscany. They are too much taken up with interfering in the affairs of their countrymen who travel." said Maximilian. Deb