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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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

which. As for Fernand himself. he continued. in a timid tone." answered Dantes. "No. and when I see him sitting there beside his pretty wife that is so soon to be.the settlement?" "The contract. "you make short work of this kind of affair. laughingly." cried the old man. and married to-day at three o'clock! Commend me to a sailor for going the quick way to work!" "But."upon my word. and certainly do not come very expensive." "Oh." This prospect of fresh festivity redoubled the hilarity of the guests to such a degree. from whose mind the friendly treatment of Dantes. Mercedes has no fortune. to obtain a moment's tranquillity in which to drink to the health and prosperity of the bride and bride-groom. no. however. Everybody talked at once. united with the effect of the excellent wine he had partaken of. and on the second I give my real marriage feast. who. unable to rest. I shall be back here by the first of March. he could not refrain from uttering a deep groan. "So that what we presumed to be merely the betrothal feast turns out to be the actual wedding dinner!" said Danglars. that the elder Dantes." answered Dantes. now found it difficult. in utter silence. 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. Dantes is a downright good fellow. but in spite of all his efforts. had commented upon the silence that prevailed. Fernand's paleness appeared to have communicated itself to Danglars. "Upon my word." said Caderousse. and he was compelled to support himself by the table to prevent his falling from his chair. Dantes. and the same to return. perceiving the affectionate eagerness of his father. while Mercedes glanced at the clock and made an expressive gesture to Edmond.La Mansión del Inglés . you see.the contract -. To-morrow morning I start for Fernand closed his eyes. a burning sensation passed across his brow. had joined him in a corner of the room. is all the time I shall be absent. "it didn't take long to fix that. our papers were quickly written out.mansioningles. but when I saw how completely he had mastered his feelings. had effaced every feeling of envy or jealousy at Dantes' good fortune. "how did you manage about the other formalities -. at the commencement of the repast. to pace the farther end of the salon.http://www. Arrived here only yesterday morning. -." asked Danglars. 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. four days to go. "don't imagine I am going to put you off in that shabby manner. "Upon my word. amid the general din of voices. responded by a look of grateful pleasure. and sought out more agreeable companions. even so far as to become one of his rival's . "at first I certainly did feel somewhat uneasy as to what Fernand might be tempted to do. he seemed to be enduring the tortures of the damned. was lost amid the noisy felicitations of the company. and. as though seeking to avoid the hilarious mirth that rose in such deafening sounds. Caderousse approached him just as Danglars. Such as at the commencement of the repast had not been able to seat themselves according to their inclination rose unceremoniously. there was no harm meant." This joke elicited a fresh burst of applause. I have none to settle on her. So. he was among the first to quit the table." answered Danglars. whom Fernand seemed most anxious to avoid. I cannot help thinking it would have been a great pity to have served him that trick you were planning yesterday.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

your fortune is made. sir. and that is another sacrifice made to the royal cause. for you must be fatigued after so long a journey. threw himself on the seat." "We shall see. "I alighted at the Hotel de Madrid.' and especially so when they can add. `A murder has been committed. send for the minister of war. sire. Lazare." replied Villefort." "But you have seen him?" "Sire. The valet opened the door. and for which you should be recompensed." "Ah." ." "But you will see him. Blacas. "the police think that they have disposed of the whole matter when they say. "may I inquire what are the orders with which your majesty deigns to honor me?" "Take what rest you require.. for I have not the time to procure you another." "Sire. The valet entered. Blacas.http://www. "No. this is an officer's cross." Villefort's eyes were filled with tears of joy and pride. "your majesty mistakes. whose career was ended. do not be afraid to bring yourself to my recollection. ordered horses to be ready in two hours. Of course you stopped at your father's?" A feeling of faintness came over Villefort. M.mansioningles. Baron." "A stranger who will not send in his name! What can he want with me?" "He wishes to speak to you. Ten minutes afterwards Villefort reached his hotel. and springing in. such as it is. "I forgot you and M. your majesty will." said the king. let it be your care to see that the brevet is made out and sent to M. Noirtier are not on the best terms "How strange. in the Rue de Tournon. you may be of the greatest service to me at Marseilles." said Louis.Who asked for me?" "A stranger who will not send in his name. be amply satisfied on this point at least. as they left the Tuileries. we will not forget you. sire. and gave it to Villefort) -." he said. "Who could know that I was here already?" said the young man." "Go." "Never mind." said the minister of police to Villefort. smiling in a manner which proved that all these questions were not made without a motive. and asked to have his breakfast brought to him." "Sire. make your mind easy. and Villefort heard some one speak his name. then?" "I think not.'" "Sire. sir. de Villefort. above the order of Notre-Dame-du-Mont-Carmel and St. `And we are on the track of the guilty persons." said Villefort. I forgot. In the meanwhile" (the king here detached the cross of the Legion of Honor which he usually wore over his blue coat. with some asperity. "in an hour I shall have quitted Paris.La Mansión del Inglés . "you entered by luck's door -." "Ma foi. "And now. "and should I forget you (kings' memories are short). He was about to begin his repast when the sound of the bell rang sharp and loud. "Well. One passed at the moment. bowing. "take it." "Will it be long first?" muttered Villefort.Who rang? -. near the cross of St. go and rest. sir. which he hailed." he replied. de Villefort." "Sire. "what is it? -." continued the king. and gave loose to dreams of ambition. I trust. and remember that if you are not able to serve me here in Paris. he took the cross and kissed it." said Louis XVIII. and looking about him for a hackney-coach. the kindness your majesty deigns to evince towards me is a recompense which so far surpasses my utmost ambition that I have nothing more to ask for. he gave his address to the driver."in the meanwhile take this cross." "Ah. saluting the minister." said Villefort. I will no longer detain you. I went straight to the Duc de Blacas. remain. Louis.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

on his arrival. he had but to pass his word for a loan. After dinner Morrel usually went out and used to take his coffee at the Phocaean club. and read the Semaphore.http://www. that Julie should write to her brother. he seemed completely bewildered. Julie saw the latter leave it pale. She would have questioned him as he passed by her. but also of the duties of a man. 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. and counted the money. who was in garrison at Nimes. or 8.000 francs to meet debts amounting to 287. could save Morrel. and a bag of money. They listened. opened the portfolio. They had not mistaken the gravity of this event.000. this day he did not leave the house. when Morrel went down to his dinner. to come to them as speedily as possible.500 francs. for he returned home crushed by the humiliation of a refusal. and Morrel was saved. which. and expected promotion on the first vacancy. and had unlimited credit. pressed Emmanuel's hand with friendly warmth. mademoiselle. but they heard him pass before their door. and had delayed as long as possible availing himself of this last resource. gave him 14. and only raised his hands to heaven and exclaimed. He was a strong-minded. not to feel that a great catastrophe hung over the Morrel him it was owing that Danglars entered the service of the Spanish banker. As to Cocles. "Then. what a dreadful misfortune! Who could ever have believed it!" A moment afterwards Julie saw him go up-stairs carrying two or three heavy ledgers. and trying to conceal the noise of his footsteps. Maximilian Morrel. and did not even know what it meant. hoping that when he left his room Morrel would come to them. or say one harsh word.000. then. However. For a year he had held this rank.mansioningles. not only of the obligations imposed on a soldier. Emmanuel tried to comfort the women. It was said at this moment that Danglars was worth from six to eight millions of francs. trembling." It was agreed in a brief council held among them.000 francs. and he thus gained the name of "the stoic. and then going to his private room on the second floor had sent for Cocles. Morrel examined the ledgers. Besides. "we are indeed ruined. Morrel did not utter a complaint. making the best of everything. This calmness was more alarming to the two women than the deepest dejection would have been. the two women had watched. but his eloquence faltered. The young man was too well acquainted with the business of the house. a portfolio. upright young man. but the worthy creature hastened down the staircase with unusual precipitation. his bills receivable up to the 5th to 4. and had in consequence studied hard. and left it as sub-lieutenant of the 53d of the line. In his regiment Maximilian Morrel was noted for his rigid observance. seated himself on a stone with his head bare and exposed to the blazing sun. He embraced his weeping wife and daughter. Yet. mademoiselle. he appeared very calm. he went into his . Danglars. for the moment after Morrel had entered his private office with Cocles. All his funds amounted to 6. And Morrel was right. passed brilliantly through the Polytechnic School. though hardly two and twenty. with whom he had laid the foundations of his vast wealth." We need hardly say that many of those who gave him this epithet repeated it because they had heard it." said the two women to Emmanuel. and his features betraying the utmost consternation. He had at once declared for a military life. had great influence over his father. At the time when he decided on his profession his father had no desire to choose for him. Night came. For part of the day he went into the court-yard.000 or 5. without taking a crown from his pocket. The poor women felt instinctively that they required all their strength to support the blow that impended. but had kept away from some instinctive motive. but had consulted young Maximilian's taste.La Mansión del Inglés . Morrel had long thought of Danglars. He had not even the means for making a possible settlement on account. "Oh. but returned to his office.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

the lovely Genoese. Albert. Rome is the spot where even the wisest and gravest throw off the usual rigidity of their lives. poor Albert! none of those interesting adventures fell in his way. there might be an exception to the general rule. but internally he was deeply wounded.000 livres. in spite of this. and the absence of themselves fortunate in having the opportunity of hearing one of the best works by the composer of "Lucia di Lammermoor. generally styled the "nobility's boxes. The box taken by Albert was in the first circle. and thought not of changing even for the splendid appearance of Albert de Morcerf. should thus be passed over. hoped to indemnify himself for all these slights and indifferences during the Carnival. and a genealogical tree is equally estimated. as elsewhere. was also possessed of considerable talent and ability. thus advantageously placed. certainly. but. all these defects pressed hard on a man who had had his stall at the Bouffes.mansioningles. Albert displayed his most dazzling and effective costumes each time he visited the theatres. the most admired and most sought after of any young person of his day. Florentines. alas. moreover. and is.who knew but that. well-looking young man. and exerted himself to set off his personal attractions by the aid of the most rich and elaborate toilet. and deign to mingle in the follies of this time of liberty and relaxation." and although the box engaged for the two friends was sufficiently capacious to contain at least a dozen persons. Albert had quitted Paris with the full conviction that he had only to show himself in Italy to carry all before him. but in the present day it is not necessary to go as far back as Noah in tracing a descent. whether dated from 1399 or merely 1815. and that upon his return he should astonish the Parisian world with the recital of his numerous love-affairs. however. a more than sufficient sum to render him a personage of considerable importance in Paris. Alas. his elegant toilet was wholly thrown away. With this design he had engaged a box in the most conspicuous part of the theatre. besides being an elegant. and all he gained was the painful conviction that the ladies of Italy have this advantage over those of France. to think that Albert de Morcerf.La Mansión del Inglés . as. for this reason. and claims to notice. although each of the three tiers of boxes is deemed equally aristocratic. And the thing was so much the more annoying. he might not in truth attract the notice of some fair Roman. with their orchestras from which it is impossible to see. Still. Albert had never been able to endure the Italian theatres. -. knowing full well that among the different states and kingdoms in which this festivity is celebrated. Another motive had influenced Albert's selection of his seat. and had shared a lower box at the Opera. that they are faithful even in their infidelity. The Carnival was to commence on the morrow. he was a viscount -. therefore Albert had not an instant to lose in setting forth the programme of his hopes. It was therefore no small mortification to him to have visited most of the principal cities in Italy without having excited the most trifling observation. and merely have his labor for his pains. Sometimes Albert would affect to make a joke of his want of success. or open boxes. and his self-love immensely piqued. if not to their husbands. Yet he could not restrain a hope that in Italy. but to crown all these advantages. Albert. from which he might behold the gayeties of the Carnival? . 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. at least to their lovers." supported by three of the most renowned vocalists of Italy. according to the characteristic modesty of a Frenchman. and an introduction might ensue that would procure him the offer of a seat in a carriage.http://www. or a place in a princely balcony. expectations. and Neapolitans were all faithful. it had cost less than would be paid at some of the French theatres for one admitting merely four occupants.a recently created one. Albert de Morcerf commanded an income of 50.

-I mean that of judging the habits and customs of Italy and Spain by our Parisian notions. indeed. aided by a powerful opera-glass. a lady entered to whom Franz had been introduced in Paris. "you seem to be on excellent terms with the beautiful countess. The truth was. he leaned from his box and began attentively scrutinizing the beauty of each pretty woman. this attempt to attract notice wholly failed. a well-executed recitative by Coselli. the countess perceived Franz." "You are mistaken in thinking so. the spectators would suddenly cease their conversation." continued Franz gravely. she is perfectly lovely -. I know her by name!" exclaimed Albert. "And in what manner has this congeniality of mind been evinced?" . but. my good fellow? Pray tell me." said Albert. they quickly relapsed into their former state of preoccupation or interesting conversation. believe me. turning to him. as to prevent the least attention being bestowed even on the business of the stage. but that momentary excitement over. not even curiosity had been excited. I have only had the honor of being in her society and conversing with her three or four times in my life." "Shall I assist you in repairing your negligence?" asked Franz. that they had not so much as noticed him or the manipulation of his glass." At that instant. but you know that even such an acquaintance as that might warrant my doing what you ask. were all so much engrossed with themselves.http://www. at certain conventional moments. are you really on such good terms with her as to venture to take me to her box?" "Why. The actors made their entries and exits unobserved or unthought of.what a complexion! And such magnificent hair! Is she French?" "No." "Is there. into whose good graces he was desirous of stealing. "Upon my word. what do you think of her?" "Oh. The quick eye of Albert caught the involuntary start with which his friend beheld the new arrival. and graciously waved her hand to him.La Mansión del Inglés . so filled every fair breast. their lovers. of taste. where indeed. is it sympathy of heart?" "No. or to join in loud applause at the wonderful powers of La Specchia. to which he replied by a respectful inclination of the head. or their own thoughts. he said hastily. the door of a box which had been hitherto vacant was opened. to listen to some brilliant effort of Moriani' These united considerations made Albert more lively and anxious to please than he had hitherto been. he had imagined she still was. or rouse themselves from their musings." "Ah. "but you merely fall into the same error which leads so many of our countrymen to commit the most egregious blunders.mansioningles. I was to have been presented to her when I met her at Madame Villefort's ball. that the anticipated pleasures of the Carnival. "Do you know the woman who has just entered that box?" "Yes. a Venetian.. "she is said to possess as much wit and cleverness as beauty. and." "And her name is -. "My dear fellow. alas." "Countess G---. with the "holy week" that was to succeed it. Totally disregarding the business of the stage. Towards the close of the first act. 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. 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." returned Franz calmly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

every one has not black slaves." said Morrel thoughtfully." said Albert. horses that cost six thousand francs apiece." "You say very true. every one exists. lest on the first demonstration I make in favor of Mehemet Ali. Will you be ambassador." "I do not understand you." "No. and was waited on by mutes and by women to whom Cleopatra was a painted strumpet. do you know if the persons you see there are rich or poor." "Which means?" "Which means that my Count of Monte Cristo is one of those fishermen. not a word of this before him. and attack our poor agents. He has even a name taken from the book. so that what he took for women might have been simply a row of statues. so that now they have scarcely any." "Have you read the `Arabian Nights'?" "What a question!" "Well. Morcerf?" asked Beauchamp. he of whom I speak is the lord and master of this grain of sand." "Ah. Albert? I will send you to Constantinople. you are vexed. and make my secretaries strangle me. for heaven's sake." "That is what deceives you.mansioningles." The two young men looked at M