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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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was not over the downfall of the man. for five centuries religious strife had long given increased bitterness to the violence of party feeling. Morrel had agreed to meet him. The magistrates freely discussed their political views. that they rejoiced. on the contrary. who have driven us from those very possessions they afterwards purchased for a mere trifle during the Reign of Terror. In a word. Instead of a rude mixture of sailors. An old man. excited universal enthusiasm. he is in the hands of Justice.' while their wretched usurper his been. strewed the table with their floral treasures. officers who had deserted from the imperial army and joined forces with Conde. The guests were still at table. "she will take her own. now king of the petty Island of Elba. This toast. brought up to hate and execrate the man whom five years of exile would convert into a martyr. they could not help admitting that the king. recalling at once the patient exile of Hartwell and the peace-loving King of France. but over the defeat of the Napoleonic idea. and in this they foresaw for themselves the bright and cheering prospect of a revivified political existence. decorated with the cross of Saint Louis. and station was truly our `Louis the well-beloved. forbidding eye.after having been accustomed to hear the "Vive Napoleons" of a hundred and twenty millions of human beings. where unhappily. soldiers. an almost poetical fervor prevailed.http://www. desiring to be rowed on board the Pharaon." So saying. "Ah. these revolutionists. yes. separated forever from any fresh connection with France or claim to her throne. and. while the women commented on the divorce of Josephine. counting as his subjects a small population of five or six thousand souls. were they here. The emperor.La Mansión del Inglés . and ever will be.mansioningles.was looked upon here as a ruined man. however. glasses were elevated in the air a l'Anglais. after having held sovereign sway over one-half of the world. he leaped into a boat. and younger members of families. In this case. -. Chapter 6 The Deputy Procureur du Roi. -magistrates who had resigned their office during the usurper's reign. In one of the aristocratic mansions built by Puget in the Rue du Grand Cours opposite the Medusa fountain. while they. and fifteen of restoration elevate to the rank of a god. there. although the occasion of the entertainment was similar." said the Marquise de Saint-Meran." added he with a smile. that all true devotion was on our side. would be compelled to own. the present assembly was composed of the very flower of Marseilles society. for whom we sacrificed rank. and the heated and energetic conversation that prevailed betrayed the violent and vindictive passions that then agitated each dweller of the South.' Am I not right. the military part of the company talked unreservedly of Moscow and Leipsic. their `Napoleon the accursed. wealth. But. where M. and those belonging to the humblest grade of life. and the ladies. Villefort?" . though still noble and distinguished in appearance. almost at the same hour with the nuptial repast given by chance of Dantes being released. -. a second marriage feast was being celebrated."ah. since we were content to follow the fortunes of a falling monarch. despite her fifty years -. now rose and proposed the health of King Louis XVIII. a woman with a stern. yes. to them their evil genius. It was the Marquis de Saint-Meran. uttered in ten different languages. the company was strikingly dissimilar. snatching their bouquets from their fair bosoms. made their fortune by worshipping the rising sun. truth -." said a young and lovely girl. the other is the equality that degrades. who. if you please." "Do you know. not only as a leader and lawgiver.La Mansión del Inglés . enthusiasm. de Villefort. Napoleon has still retained a train of parasitical satellites." "He!" cried the marquise: "Napoleon the type of equality! For mercy's sake. the other elevates the people to a level with the throne." A deep crimson suffused the countenance of Villefort. that the Bonapartists had not our sincerity. Villefort. for instance. and is worshipped by his commonplace but ambitions followers.mansioningles. it has been so with other usurpers -. "that my father was a Girondin. with a profusion of light brown hair. that our respective parents underwent persecution and proscription from diametrically opposite principles. come." "True. "I do not mean to deny that both these men were revolutionary scoundrels. it is impossible to expect the son of a Girondin to be free from a small spice of the old leaven.http://www. and had well-nigh lost his head on the same scaffold on which your father perished. "let the young people alone. . one is the equality that elevates. he was an equal sufferer with yourself during the Reign of Terror. then. What I was saying. to my mind. "I forgive you. without wincing in the slightest degree at the tragic remembrance thus called up." "They had." "Marquise. in the year 1814. had his partisans and advocates. The only difference consists in the opposite character of the equality advocated by these two men. so as to prevent his listening to what you said. however all other feelings may be withered in a woman's nature." said Villefort.I was not attending to the conversation.Cromwell. as I trust he is forever." "Nay. I really must pray you to excuse me. let me tell you. that of Napoleon on the column of the Place Vendome. however. "but bear in take him -. worthy of being gratefully remembered by every friend to monarchy and civil order. "I beg your pardon. madame.he is your own for as long as you like." "If the marquise will deign to repeat the words I but imperfectly caught. has usurped quite enough. smiling. but he was not among the number of those who voted for the king's death. de Villefort." replied the marquise. that while my family remained among the stanchest adherents of the exiled princes. what would you call Robespierre? Come. who was not half so bad as Napoleon. in proof of which I may remark. Villefort. marquise. Renee. what supplied the place of those fine qualities. there is always one bright smiling spot in the desert of her heart. one brings a king within reach of the guillotine. were lucky days for France. do not strip the latter of his just rights to bestow them on the Corsican. M. and eyes that seemed to float in liquid crystal." answered he. Napoleon is the Mahomet of the West. but also as the personification of equality. Still. but. I would place each of these heroes on his right pedestal -. and that explains how it comes to pass that. "and that was fanaticism. marquise!" interposed the old nobleman who had proposed the toast. "'Tis true. "Never mind. was. I shall be delighted to answer. I beg to remind you my mother speaks to you. or devotion. Observe. But there -." replied the marquise." "Never mind. and that the 9th Thermidor and the 4th of April. on one's wedding day there are more agreeable subjects of conversation than dry politics. and that is the shrine of maternal love. with a look of tenderness that seemed out of keeping with her harsh dry features." said M.that of Robespierre on his scaffold in the Place Louis Quinze. that you are talking in a most dreadfully revolutionary strain? But I excuse it." replied the young man. fallen. "'tis all my fault for seizing upon M. Villefort. dearest mother. but -.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

http://www. and then going to his private room on the second floor had sent for Cocles. opened the portfolio. and did not even know what it meant. his bills receivable up to the 5th to 4.000. Besides. and a bag of money." 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. seated himself on a stone with his head bare and exposed to the blazing sun. "we are indeed ruined. without taking a crown from his pocket. who was in garrison at Nimes. and had unlimited credit. the two women had watched. Yet. but returned to his office. to come to them as speedily as possible. he went into his . At the time when he decided on his profession his father had no desire to choose for him.500 francs. not to feel that a great catastrophe hung over the Morrel family. and counted the money. upright young man. but his eloquence faltered. He had not even the means for making a possible settlement on account. not only of the obligations imposed on a soldier. For a year he had held this rank. Night came.La Mansión del Inglés .000 or 5. However. but also of the duties of a man. or 8. this day he did not leave the house. on his arrival. It was said at this moment that Danglars was worth from six to eight millions of francs. mademoiselle. or say one harsh word." It was agreed in a brief council held among them. This calmness was more alarming to the two women than the deepest dejection would have been. gave him 14. They listened. hoping that when he left his room Morrel would come to them. for he returned home crushed by the humiliation of a refusal. And Morrel was right. Morrel did not utter a complaint. though hardly two and twenty. he appeared very calm. He embraced his weeping wife and daughter. but the worthy creature hastened down the staircase with unusual precipitation. and only raised his hands to heaven and exclaimed. but had kept away from some instinctive motive. "Oh. and trying to conceal the noise of his footsteps. that Julie should write to her brother. Danglars.000 him it was owing that Danglars entered the service of the Spanish banker. mademoiselle. The poor women felt instinctively that they required all their strength to support the blow that impended. He was a strong-minded. for the moment after Morrel had entered his private office with Cocles. He had at once declared for a military life." said the two women to Emmanuel. All his funds amounted to 6. For part of the day he went into the court-yard. Julie saw the latter leave it pale. Morrel examined the ledgers. 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. had great influence over his father. and read the Semaphore.000 francs to meet debts amounting to 287. As to Cocles. In his regiment Maximilian Morrel was noted for his rigid observance. "Then. a portfolio. and he thus gained the name of "the stoic. She would have questioned him as he passed by her. and had in consequence studied hard.mansioningles. making the best of everything. and his features betraying the utmost consternation. he seemed completely bewildered. he had but to pass his word for a loan. Maximilian Morrel. Emmanuel tried to comfort the women. trembling. and Morrel was saved.000. but had consulted young Maximilian's taste. when Morrel went down to his dinner. After dinner Morrel usually went out and used to take his coffee at the Phocaean club. Morrel had long thought of Danglars. and had delayed as long as possible availing himself of this last resource. but they heard him pass before their door. then. and left it as sub-lieutenant of the 53d of the line. passed brilliantly through the Polytechnic School. and expected promotion on the first vacancy. could save Morrel. 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. pressed Emmanuel's hand with friendly warmth. They had not mistaken the gravity of this event. which. The young man was too well acquainted with the business of the house.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Albert had never been able to endure the Italian theatres.a recently created one. or a place in a princely balcony. besides being an elegant. and merely have his labor for his pains. Yet he could not restrain a hope that in Italy. and the absence of balconies. from which he might behold the gayeties of the Carnival? . Florentines. With this design he had engaged a box in the most conspicuous part of the theatre. well-looking young themselves fortunate in having the opportunity of hearing one of the best works by the composer of "Lucia di Lammermoor." and although the box engaged for the two friends was sufficiently capacious to contain at least a dozen persons. and his self-love immensely piqued. in spite of this. whether dated from 1399 or merely 1815. it had cost less than would be paid at some of the French theatres for one admitting merely four occupants. 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. although each of the three tiers of boxes is deemed equally aristocratic. Albert. and thought not of changing even for the splendid appearance of Albert de Morcerf. The box taken by Albert was in the first circle. he might not in truth attract the notice of some fair Roman. according to the characteristic modesty of a Frenchman.http://www. but in the present day it is not necessary to go as far back as Noah in tracing a descent. the lovely Genoese. was also possessed of considerable talent and ability. certainly. and a genealogical tree is equally estimated. and one of the most worthy representatives of Parisian fashion had to carry with him the mortifying reflection that he had nearly overrun Italy without meeting with a single adventure. but to crown all these advantages. And the thing was so much the more annoying. thus advantageously placed. poor Albert! none of those interesting adventures fell in his way. he was a viscount -. as elsewhere. alas. Another motive had influenced Albert's selection of his seat. if not to their husbands. and Neapolitans were all faithful. Sometimes Albert would affect to make a joke of his want of success. and all he gained was the painful conviction that the ladies of Italy have this advantage over those of France. all these defects pressed hard on a man who had had his stall at the Bouffes. moreover." supported by three of the most renowned vocalists of Italy. or open boxes. and had shared a lower box at the Opera. his elegant toilet was wholly thrown away. Albert. as. Alas. there might be an exception to the general rule. the most admired and most sought after of any young person of his day. Rome is the spot where even the wisest and gravest throw off the usual rigidity of their lives. but internally he was deeply wounded. that they are faithful even in their infidelity. Albert de Morcerf commanded an income of 50.mansioningles. for this reason. should thus be passed over. and an introduction might ensue that would procure him the offer of a seat in a carriage. however. and that upon his return he should astonish the Parisian world with the recital of his numerous love-affairs. generally styled the "nobility's boxes. but. The Carnival was to commence on the morrow.000 livres. Albert displayed his most dazzling and effective costumes each time he visited the theatres. therefore Albert had not an instant to lose in setting forth the programme of his hopes. hoped to indemnify himself for all these slights and indifferences during the Carnival. with their orchestras from which it is impossible to see. a more than sufficient sum to render him a personage of considerable importance in Paris.La Mansión del Inglés . expectations. to think that Albert de Morcerf. and deign to mingle in the follies of this time of liberty and relaxation. knowing full well that among the different states and kingdoms in which this festivity is celebrated. and is. at least to their lovers. -.who knew but that. and claims to notice. Albert had quitted Paris with the full conviction that he had only to show himself in Italy to carry all before him. Still. and exerted himself to set off his personal attractions by the aid of the most rich and elaborate toilet.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

for I see I shall not get to the Chamber this morning. "for I caught one. then." "We know that." "I beg pardon. he is a man about my own size. called the Catacombs of Saint Sebastian." "And I say to you." "And I did more than that." "I was at Rome during the last Carnival.mansioningles." "But he paid your ransom?" "He said two words to the chief and I was free. "are there any materials for an article in what you are going to tell us?" "Yes. he arrived accompanied simply by the guest I am going to present to you. "I do not think so. we are sufficiently well-bred to excuse you.La Mansión del Inglés . and that. "A man whose name is Franz d'Epinay or Albert de Morcerf has not much difficulty in procuring them." "And they apologized to him for having carried you off?" said Beauchamp. "confess that your cook is behindhand. such was the name of the chief of these bandits. Unfortunately. and Signor Luigi Vampa. he is a second Ariosto. but what you do not know is that I was carried off by bandits." "I know it. and I must make up for it. my dear Albert. that the oysters have not arrived from Ostend or Marennes." "Armed to the teeth?" "He had not even a knitting-needle." "There are no bandits." said Chateau-Renaud." "Go on. "I narrowly escaped catching a fever there. "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. for I found them ugly enough to frighten me. "Does any one know anything of a Count of Monte Cristo?" "He comes possibly from the Holy Land. I wrote to Franz -. like Madame de Maintenon. Say so at once." said Beauchamp." "No.I wrote then to Franz that if he did not come with the four thousand crowns before six. or rather most admirable ones. I tell it as a true one from beginning to end." "Why." cried Debray. I was informed that I was prisoner until I paid the sum of 4.000 Roman crowns -." "There is no Count of Monte Cristo" said Debray. fabulous as it promises to be.500. and to listen to your history." said Chateau-Renaud. as the Mortemarts did the Dead Sea.http://www.about 24. and one of his ancestors possessed Calvary. "Yes there are. fabulous as it may seem." "No. I had not above 1. this gentleman is a Hercules killing Cacus. The brigands had carried me off." "Come." replied "I will profit by them to tell you something about my guest." said Debray.000 francs. would have scrupulously kept his word. you are going to replace the dish by a story. and most hideous." "Ah. his name is the Count of Monte Cristo. a Perseus freeing Andromeda. with the air of a man who knows the whole of the European nobility perfectly." interrupted Beauchamp." added Chateau-Renaud. and for a most curious one." "No. and conducted me to a gloomy spot.and were he here he would confirm every word -." "But Franz did come with the four thousand crowns. "Just so." . I was at the end of my journey and of my credit.

" "But that ought to be visible. Albert? I will send you to Constantinople. of this atom. lest on the first demonstration I make in favor of Mehemet Ali. and heard her one morning when I breakfasted with the count. if their sacks of wheat are not rubies or diamonds? They seem like poor fishermen. Debray. not a word of this before him. -." cried Albert. but not in the same way." "Have you read the `Arabian Nights'?" "What a question!" "Well." "Doubtless.http://www. an atom in the infinite." "And you have seen this cavern. "but this has nothing to do with the existence of the Count of Monte Cristo. Morrel comes to aid me. I saw her at the theatre. and was waited on by mutes and by women to whom Cleopatra was a painted strumpet. an arsenal of weapons that would do credit to an Arabian fortress. and Greek mistresses." "He is rich." "Have you seen the Greek mistress?" "I have both seen and heard her. every one has not black slaves." "Pardieu." said Debray. he of whom I speak is the lord and