The Count of Monte Cristo

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 bo ard the vessel between Cape Morgion and Rion island. Immediately, and according to custom, the red with spectators; it is always an event port, especially when this ship, like the laden at the old Phocee docks, and belongs ramparts of Fort Saint-Jean were cove at Marseilles for a ship to come into Pharaon, has been built, rigged, and to an owner of the city.

The ship drew on and had safely passed the strait, which some volcanic shock ha s made between the Calasareigne and Jaros islands; had doubled Pomegue, and appr oached the harbor under topsails, jib, and spanker, but so slowly and sedately t hat the idlers, with that instinct which is the forerunner of evil, asked one an other what misfortune could have happened on board. However, those experienced i n navigation saw plainly that if any accident had occurred, it was not to the ve ssel 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 th e 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 e very 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 h e reached as she rounded into La Reserve basin. When the young man on board saw this person approach, he left his station by th e 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 calmne ss and resolution peculiar to men accustomed from their cradle to contend with d anger. "Ah, is it you, Dantes?" cried the man in the skiff. "What's the matter? and wh y 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 po or Captain Leclere -- " "What happened to him?" asked the owner, with an air of considerable resignatio n. "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, sp rang to their respective stations at the spanker brails and outhaul, topsail she ets and halyards, the jib downhaul, and the topsail clewlines and buntlines. The young sailor gave a look to see that his orders were promptly and accurately ob eyed, and then turned again to the owner. "And how did this misfortune occur?" inquired the latter, resuming the interrup ted conversation. "Alas, sir, in the most unexpected manner. After a long talk with the harbor-ma ster, Captain Leclere left Naples greatly disturbed in mind. In twenty-four hour s he was attacked by a fever, and died three days afterwards. We performed the u sual 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, an d 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, wh y, 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 t he 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 anchor ing, and dress the ship in mourning." The owner did not wait for a second invitation. He seized a rope which Dantes f lung to him, and with an activity that would have done credit to a sailor, climb ed up the side of the ship, while the young man, going to his task, left the con versation to Danglars, who now came towards the owner. He was a man of twenty-fi ve 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 hi m 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 be fallen 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 becam e a man charged with the interests of a house so important as that of Morrel & S on," 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, Da nglars, to understand his business, for our friend Edmond seems to understand it thoroughly, and not to require instruction from any one." "Yes," said Danglars, darting at Edmond a look gleaming with hate. "Yes, he is young, and youth is invariably self-confident. Scarcely was the captain's breath out of his body when he assumed the command without consulting any one, and he caused us to lose a day and a half at the Island of Elba, instead of making for Marseilles direct." "As to taking command of the vessel," replied Morrel, "that was his duty as cap tain'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 ash ore, 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 cr ew, he said -- "Let go!" The anchor was instantly dropped, and the chain ran rattling through the port-h ole. Dantes continued at his post in spite of the presence of the pilot, until t his manoeuvre was completed, and then he added, "Half-mast the colors, and squar e 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, b ut he seems to me a thorough seaman, and of full experience." A cloud passed over Danglars' brow. "Your pardon, M. Morrel," said Dantes, appr oaching, "the vessel now rides at anchor, and I am at your service. You hailed m e, I think?" Danglars retreated a step or two. "I wished to inquire why you stopped at the I sland 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 suddenl y -- "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 Morr el 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 int o the old soldier's eyes. Come, come," continued he, patting Edmond's shoulder k indly, "you did very right, Dantes, to follow Captain Leclere's instructions, an d 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; "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 c ustoms inspectors coming alongside." And the young man went to the gangway. As h e departed, Danglars approached, and said, -"Well, it appears that he has given you satisfactory reasons for his landing at Porto-Ferrajo?" "Yes, most satisfactory, my dear Danglars." "Well, so much the better," said the supercargo; "for it is not pleasant to thi nk 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 c are." "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, a nd 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 let ter 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 t he 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 fat her, 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 pai d I have another which I am most anxious to pay." "True, Dantes, I forgot that there was at the Catalans some one who expects you no less impatiently than your father -- the lovely Mercedes."

Dantes blushed. "Ah, ha," said the shipowner, "I am not in the least surprised, for she has bee n to me three times, inquiring if there were any news of the Pharaon. Peste, Edm ond, you have a very handsome mistress!" "She is not my mistress," replied the young sailor, gravely; "she is my betroth ed." "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. Yo u have managed my affairs so well that I ought to allow you all the time you req uire 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, pat ting the young sailor on the back, "cannot sail without her captain." "Without her captain!" cried Dantes, his eyes sparkling with animation; "pray m ind 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 s ettled; but I have a partner, and you know the Italian proverb -- Chi ha compagn o ha padrone -- `He who has a partner has a master.' But the thing is at least h alf 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 graspi ng the owner's hand, "M. Morrel, I thank you in the name of my father and of Mer

cedes." "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 y ou 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 s illy enough, after a little quarrel we had, to propose to him to stop for ten mi nutes 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 responsibl e 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 dut y." "But tell me, Dantes, if you had command of the Pharaon should you be glad to s ee 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, an d 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 w ork, 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 Cane biere, -- 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 characte r to what is said, "If Paris had La Canebiere, Paris would be a second Marseille s." On turning round the owner saw Danglars behind him, apparently awaiting orde rs, but in reality also watching the young sailor, -- but there was a great diff erence in the expression of the two men who thus followed the movements of Edmon d 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 Noa illes, 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 Pharao n 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 clam bered over the trellis at his window. Suddenly, he felt an arm thrown around his body, and a well-known voice behind him exclaimed, "Father -- dear father!" The old man uttered a cry, and turned round; then, seeing his son, he fell into his arms, pale and trembling. "What ails you, my dearest father? Are you ill?" inquired the young man, much a larmed. "No, no, my dear Edmond -- my boy -- my son! -- no; but I did not expect you; a nd joy, the surprise of seeing you so suddenly -- Ah, I feel as if I were going to die." "Come, come, cheer up, my dear father! 'Tis I -- really I! They say joy never h urts, and so I came to you without any warning. Come now, do smile, instead of l ooking 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 sha ll we be happy? Shall you never leave me again? Come, tell me all the good fortu ne 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 ha s happened, and I really cannot pretend to lament it. The good Captain Leclere i s 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 s ailor 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, wi th a garden in which to plant clematis, nasturtiums, and honeysuckle. But what a ils you, father? Are you not well?" "'Tis nothing, nothing; it will soon pass away" -- and as he said so the old ma n's strength failed him, and he fell backwards. "Come, come," said the young man, "a glass of wine, father, will revive you. Wh ere 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 holl

ow cheeks of the old man and the empty cupboards. "What, no wine? Have you wante d 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 o ur neighbor, Caderousse. He reminded me of it, telling me if I did not pay for y ou, he would be paid by M. Morrel; and so, you see, lest he might do you an inju ry" -"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 o ver -- everything is all right again." "Yes, here I am," said the young man, "with a promising future and a little mon ey. Here, father, here!" he said, "take this -- take it, and send for something immediately." And he emptied his pockets on the table, the contents consisting o f 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 a t a time, that I had been obliged to await your return, in order to be able to p urchase them." "Do as you please; but, first of all, pray have a servant, father. I will not h ave 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 congratu

late 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 accen t, 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 h appy 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 Cade rousse, "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 as kance 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 ne ighbor. "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 convinc e me he emptied his purse on the table. Come, father" added Dantes, "put this mo ney back in your box -- unless neighbor Caderousse wants anything, and in that c ase 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 m uch; -- 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. "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 yo u 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 whe n 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 h e 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 t o all your old friends; and I know one down there behind the Saint Nicolas citad el 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 y ou are well and have all you require, I will ask your consent to go and pay a vi sit to the Catalans." "Go, my dear boy," said old Dantes: "and heaven bless you in your wife, as it h as blessed me in my son!" "His wife!" said Caderousse; "why, how fast you go on, father Dantes; she is no t 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 possibl e, 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 uneasi ness. "Ah, yes," continued Caderousse, "and capital offers, too; but you know, you wi ll be captain, and who could refuse you then?" "Meaning to say," replied Dantes, with a smile which but ill-concealed his trou ble, "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 ge neral, 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 pro spects." "I will go directly," was Edmond's reply; and, embracing his father, and noddin g to Caderousse, he left the apartment. Caderousse lingered for a moment, then taking leave of old Dantes, he went down stairs to rejoin Danglars, who awaited him at the corner of the Rue Senac. "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 hi s 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 shou ld be, there will be really no speaking to him." "If we choose," replied Danglars, "he will remain what he is; and perhaps becom e 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 t hat 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 vicinit y 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 accompan ied 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 fi ne 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 o f 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 s ycamores, in the branches of which the birds were singing their welcome to one o f the first days of spring. 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 i t spoke an unknown tongue. One of its chiefs, who understood Provencal, begged t he commune of Marseilles to give them this bare and barren promontory, where, li ke 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 h ad brought these gypsies of the sea, a small village sprang up. This village, co nstructed in a singular and picturesque manner, half Moorish, half Spanish, stil l remains, and is inhabited by descendants of the first comers, who speak the la nguage of their fathers. For three or four centuries they have remained upon thi s small promontory, on which they had settled like a flight of seabirds, without mixing with the Marseillaise population, intermarrying, and preserving their or iginal customs and the costume of their mother-country as they have preserved it s language.

Our readers will follow us along the only street of this little village, and en ter with us one of the houses, which is sunburned to the beautiful dead-leaf col or peculiar to the buildings of the country, and within coated with whitewash, l ike 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 wainsco t, 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, ba re to the elbow, brown, and modelled after those of the Arlesian Venus, moved wi th a kind of restless impatience, and she tapped the earth with her arched and s upple 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 worm-eate n table, was a tall young man of twenty, or two-and-twenty, who was looking at h er 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 loo k. "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 stup id to ask me again." "Well, repeat it, -- repeat it, I beg of you, that I may at last believe it! Te ll me for the hundredth time that you refuse my love, which had your mother's sa nction. 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 Mercedes; "you cannot d to you, `I love you fection, for my heart I who ever encouraged you in that hope, Fernand," replied reproach me with the slightest coquetry. I have always sai as a brother; but do not ask from me more than sisterly af 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?" "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, F ernand, 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 n ets, 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 i s an excuse to share with me the produce of your fishing, and I accept it, Ferna nd, because you are the son of my father's brother, because we were brought up t ogether, 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 w hich 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 su ch as we desire but a good wife and careful housekeeper, and where can I look fo r 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 b etter than her husband? Rest content with my friendship, for I say once more tha t 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 patientl y, but you are afraid to share mine. Well, Mercedes, beloved by you, I would tem pt fortune; you would bring me good luck, and I should become rich. I could exte nd 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 t he 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 o f 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 yo u?" "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 e xpecting some one who is thus attired; but perhaps he whom you await is inconsta nt, or if he is not, the sea is so to him." "Fernand," cried Mercedes, "I believed you were good-hearted, and I was mistake n! Fernand, you are wicked to call to your aid jealousy and the anger of God! Ye s, 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 insinua te, I will tell you that he died loving me and me only." The young girl made a g esture 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 w ould that answer? To lose you my friendship if he were conquered, and see that f riendship changed into hate if you were victor. Believe me, to seek a quarrel wi th 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, yo u 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; yo u 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." 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 an d down the hut, and then, suddenly stopping before Mercedes, with his eyes glowi ng and his hands clinched, -- "Say, Mercedes," he said, "once for all, is this y our final determination?" "I love Edmond Dantes," the young girl calmly replied, "and none but Edmond sha ll 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 gr oan, and then suddenly looking her full in the face, with clinched teeth and exp anded 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 ex cess of love, "you see he has not forgotten me, for here he is!" And rushing tow ards 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 serp ent, 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 o pen door, covered them with a flood of light. At first they saw nothing around t hem. Their intense happiness isolated them from all the rest of the world, and t hey only spoke in broken words, which are the tokens of a joy so extreme that th ey seem rather the expression of sorrow. Suddenly Edmond saw the gloomy, pale, a nd threatening countenance of Fernand, as it was defined in the shadow. By a mov ement for which he could scarcely account to himself, the young Catalan placed h is 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 ge ntleman?" "One who will be your best friend, Dantes, for he is my friend, my cousin, my b rother; 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 h is own, he extended the other to the Catalan with a cordial air. But Fernand, in stead 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 enem y here." "An enemy!" cried Mercedes, with an angry look at her cousin. "An enemy in my h ouse, do you say, Edmond! If I believed that, I would place my arm under yours a nd 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 E dmond," she continued with the same calmness which proved to Fernand that the yo ung girl had read the very innermost depths of his sinister thought, "if misfort une should occur to you, I would ascend the highest point of the Cape de Morgion and cast myself headlong from it." 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 y our 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. H is hatred, like a powerless though furious wave, was broken against the strong a scendancy which Mercedes exercised over him. Scarcely, however, had he touched E dmond's hand than he felt he had done all he could do, and rushed hastily out of the house.

and is Dantes triumphant in spite of all we have believed?" "Why." "No. we must inquire into that. that the fine girl is he Pharaon. when a man has friends. Catalan! Hallo. running furiously and tearing his hair -." "My health is well enough." said Caderousse. "this is how i Catalan. "Well. lifting up his head." he replied. which resembled a sob. "Bah!" said Danglars. Fernand! where are you running to?" exclaimed a voice. one of the best f fine girl." said Caderouss e. "You called me." said Fernand. whose shade seemed to restore somewhat of calmness to his senses. and whose coolness somewhat of refreshment to his exhausted body. Danglars. moreover. "Are we m istaken. "Well. clinching his hands without raising h is head."Oh. named Mercedes. "Why. "Well". beginning the conversation." said Caderousse. pushing Caderousse with his knee. you see." said Danglars. "why don't you come? Are you really in such a hurry th at you have no time to pass the time of day with your friends?" "Particularly when they have still a full bottle before them. "Good-day." said he.wretched that I am!" "Hallo. said Caderousse. "hold up your head. rather than sat down. Caderousse. and slowly entered the arbor. Yo u are laughing at him." was Caderousse's reply. "Poor Fernand has been dismissed. can't you make up your mind?" Fernand wiped away the perspiration steaming from his brow. on one of the seats which surrounded the table. I must say. "He seems besotted. Fernand. they are not only to offer him a glass of wine. Fernand looked at them both with a stupefied air. It's not polite not to reply to friends wh o ask news of your health. said." said Caderousse." he exclaimed. "Ah. "Well. " you look uncommonly like a rejected lover. winking at t is. to preve nt his swallowing three or four pints of water unnecessarily!" Fernand gave a groan. come. and perceived Caderousse sit ting at table with Danglars. and he is in love with a very but it appears. looked around him. unfortunately. who will del iver me from this man? Wretched -. and turning towards t he young man. and as the Pharaon arrived to-day -. "No. and answer us. and looking at Cadero his friend. under an arbor. is a good and brave ishermen in Marseilles. The young man stopped suddenly." said Danglars. "a lad of his make was not born to be unhappy in love. I do not understand. but did not say a word. and what then?" said Fernand. and I was afraid you woul d throw yourself into the sea. whom you see here. didn't you?" And he fell. Fernand."Oh. in love with the mate of t you understand!" . with that brutality of the common people in which curiosity destroys all diplomacy. "I called you because you were running like a madman. Catalan. "only hark how he sighs! Come." added Danglars. and dropped his head into his hand s. but. Fernand." continued Caderousse. his elbows leaning on the table." and he burst into a hoarse laugh.why. laughing.

eh." was the reply. Danglars?" Danglars shuddered at this unexpected attack. "Never mind -. if you take it in that sense. affecting to pity the young man from the bott om of his heart. who drank as he spoke. "What do I see down there by the the meantime he marries Mercedes -. "Poor fellow!" remarked Danglars. -. espe cially. Heaven forgive while Danglars had merely s ipped his. to try and detect whether the blow was premeditated.usse like a man who looks for some one on whom to vent his anger. you are right -. they do not know that we can see them." said Caderousse." said Caderousse. "It is Edmond and Mercedes!" . "Mercedes is n ot accountable to any person. and turned to Caderousse. your eyes are better than mine. filling the glasses. he did not expect to see Dantes return so sudden ly -. Danglars?" "No. "as surely as Dantes will be captain of the Pharaon -." said Caderousse. It was even told me that Fernand. under any circumstances. but it will be. You know wine is a deceiver. and filling his own for the eighth or ninth time. i s he. Fernand dashed his on the ground. I b elieve I see double. " least he returns to do that." Fernand smiled piteously. "it is another thing." "Well. "Why."under any circumstan ces Fernand is not the only person put out by the fortunate arrival of Dantes. Fernand?" he said. and swallowed the contents at a gulp. "And when is the wedding to be?" he asked. h usband of the beautiful Catalane!" Caderousse raised his glass to his mouth with unsteady hand.he thought he was dead. ma foi.the lovely Merc edes -. whose c ountenance he scrutinized. but I should say it was two lo vers walking side by side. and they told me the Catalans were not men to allo w themselves to be supplanted by a rival. "let us drink to Captain Edmond Dantes. eh!" stammered Caderousse." he said. in t he direction of the Catalans? Look. But I thought you were a Catalan. "A lover is never terrible.and I should say that would bring him ill-luck." "Ah." said he. never mind. in a low voice. or perchance faithless! These things alwa ys come on us more severely when they come suddenly. "Well." During this time Danglars fixed his piercing glance on the young man. and hand in hand. Fernand. is she? Is she not free to love whomsoever she wil l?" "Oh. on whose heart Caderousse's words fell like molten lead. it is not yet fixed!" murmured Fernand. was terrible in his vengeance." answered Caderousse. and they are actually embracing!" Danglars did not lose one pang that Fernand endured. pouring out a glass of wine for Fernan d. "Oh. "No. but he read nothing but envy in a countenance already rendered brutal and stupid by drunkenness. "Eh. perhaps. you see. "Do you know them. and on whom the fumes of the wine began to take effect.

for Fernand here is so obstinate he will not tell us. and looked at them with her clear and bright eyes. see there. "and I did not recognize them! Hallo. pricked by Danglars. and Calabrians." said Dantes. for he had risen from his seat. "ha llo. they say. or next day at latest." "Ah. the other overwhelmed with love. and dropped again heavily on his seat. Danglars looked at the two men." Fernand opened his mouth to reply. "As soon as possible. Dantes. Edmond's star is in the ascendant. Danglars. "and we. "Hallo!" continued Caderousse. lovely damsel! Come this way. and said -. to call a young girl by the name of her betrot hed before he becomes her husband." "And Fernand. and let us know when the wedding is t o be. See. then. if you please. but I am happy. and in my countr y it bodes ill fortune. pretending to restrain Caderousse. Madame Dantes?" Mercedes courtesied gravely. At this Fernand recollected her threat of dying if Edmond died . and let the lovers make love without interruption. my dear fellow!" replied Dantes. "I shall get nothing from these fools. Caderousse. "I am not proud. one aft er the other. and to-morrow. and he could ." said Edmond. I hope. M. was about to rush out. when Mercedes." "So. and se emed to be collecting himself to dash headlong upon his rival. a nd follow his example. that's an explanation!" said Caderousse. but his voice died on his lips. "Try to stand upr ight.a sinister smile passed over Danglars' lips -. "How do you do. to-day all preliminaries will be arranged at my father's. M. as the bull is b y the bandilleros. who." he added. more than pride. I think. and here is a fool who sees the woman he loves stolen from under his nose and takes on like a big b aby. should be very sorry if he were absent at such a time. the wedding is to take place immediately. "he is so easily mistaken. and with his fist on the table. So call me Mercedes. bowing to the young couple. and he will marry the splendid girl -. unless" -. Sicilians."That is not my name. too. Yet this Catalan has eyes that glisten like those of the vengeful Spaniards ." "Hold your tongue. and the other has fists big enough to crush an ox a t one blow. and laugh at us all. Unquestionably. "and I am very much afraid of being here between a drunkard and a coward. look at Fernand. leaned out of the arbor. too. will you?" said Danglars. and you. "Fernand. sm iling and graceful. My friends will be there. M." said Danglars. half-rising."unless I take a hand in the affai r." "We must excuse our worthy neighbor. Da ntes! hello." said Caderousse with a chuckle. that is to say. you are invited." he muttered. or are you too proud to speak to them? " "No. lifted up her lovely head. Mercedes and I. he is well-behaved!" Fernand. very well. is invited!" "My wife's brother is my brother. the wedding festival here at La Reserve. the one brutalized by liquor.he will be captain. with the tenacity of drunkards. Edmond! do you not see your friends. probably excited beyond bearing. Caderousse. and happ iness blinds."Ah. Danglars. Here's an envious fellow making himself boozy on wine when he ought to be nursing his wrath. now!" said Caderousse.

always. pale and trembling. no doubt to deliver the letter which the grand marshal gave him." he cried. to-morrow or next day the ceremony! You are in a hur ry. "Well." said Danglars to Fernand. that may br ing me bad luck. I understand." "Your pardon. "To Paris." said Danglars. M. Chapter 4 Conspiracy. "Do you.a capital idea! Ah. "To-day the preliminaries. you know to what I allude. into his chair. and the two lovers continued on t heir way. then." "Yes. who had fallen. then turning round. captain!" "Danglars." "Have you business there?" "Not of my own. "I merely said you seemed in a hurry. he per ceived Fernand. the last commission of poor Captain Leclere. and we h ave lots of time." said Fernand." replied Danglars. yes. for when we have suffered a long time. Dantes. love Mercedes?" "I adore her!" "For long?" "As long as I have known her -. `Do not give me a title which does not belong to me'.to Paris! and will it be the first time you have ever been ther e. Dantes?" "Yes." "Ah. I must go to Paris. and then in a low tone. "here is a marriage which does n ot appear to make everybody happy. instead of seeking to remedy your condit ." "It drives me to despair. the Pharaon cannot be under weigh again in less than three mon ths. smiling. "Thank you. tearing your hair. my friend." "And you sit there. "I will say to you as Mercedes said just now to Caderousse. Ah. really? -.not utter a word. Besides. But it is not selfishness alone that makes me thus in haste. my dear sir." said Edmond. Danglars -." "We are always in a hurry to be happy. who was walking away. I shall only take the time to go and return." said Edmond with a friendly is sacred. this letter gives me an idea -. Danglars. "A pleasant journey." then turning towards E dmond. you are not y et registered number one on board the good ship Pharaon. while Cadero usse stammered out the words of a drinking-song. he added. we have great difficulty in believing in good fortune. Danglars followed Edmond and Mercedes with his eyes until the two lovers disapp eared behind one of the angles of Fort Saint Nicolas. as calm and joyous as if they were the very elect of heaven.

"but how?" "My dear fellow." ." said Danglars. to help you it would be sufficient that Dantes did not marry her you love.drunk!" said Caderousse. finish the bott le. or I don't know what love is. C'est bien prouve par le deluge. "you appear to me a good sort of fellow. but" -"Yes. and yet Dantes need not die. "What was I saying? I forget. with the accents of unshaken res olution." and Caderousse began to sing the two last lines of a song very popul ar at the time." "You do not know Mercedes." "Pooh! Women say those things. you would like to help me. "well that's a good one! I could drink four more such bottles. Pere Pamphile." "What would you have me do?" said Fernand." said Caderousse. what she threatens she will do. " That's love. "You were the words of the gospel. but I added." "Drunk. and do not meddle with what we ar e discussing.ion. sir. seek. methinks. b ut for you -. awaiting with great anxiety the end of this interrupted remark. "you are three parts drunk. what matter. I did not think that was the way of your people. "whether she kill herself or not. if you like.said Fernand. but" -"Yes. "I would die myself!" "That's what I call love!" said Caderousse with a voice more tipsy than ever." replied Fernand." "I -. -`Tous les mechants sont beuveurs d'eau. more wine! " and Caderousse rattled his glass upon the table. and hang me. This drunken Caderousse has made me lose the thre ad of my sentence. they are no bigger than cologne flasks." "What?" "I would stab the man." "I have found already. sir" -. Drink then." "You said." replied Danglars. and you shall find. but never do them. and you will be completely so. so much the worse for those who fear wine. prov ided Dantes is not captain?" "Before Mercedes should die. for that requires all one's wit and cool judgment. I should like to help you." "Idiot!" muttered Danglars. for it is becau se they have bad thoughts which they are afraid the liquor will extract from the ir hearts. but the woman told me that if any misfortune happened to her betrothed. "How do I know? Is it my affair? I am not in love with Mademoiselle Mercedes. and the marriage may easily be thwarted.'* * "The wicked are great drinkers of water As the flood proved once for all." "Come. she would kill herself.

" said Fernand. and your unhappiness interested me. as I shared mine with him. restraining him." and Danglars rose as if he meant to depart." said Danglars. "and when one gets out and one's n ame is Edmond Dantes.I won't!" . one seeks revenge" -"What matters that?" muttered Fernand. be a pity he should.I won't! He's my friend. provided it is not to kill the man. who." "Yes. and looking at Fernand with his dull and fishy eyes. "drunk as he is. you have the means of having Dantes a rrested. "and here is Danglars. Do you find the means. wh o is a wide-awake. "And why. I should like to know. who had let his head drop on the table. it would." Caderousse. for he who himself hates is never mistaken in the sentiments of others. "but this I know. restraining the youn g man. indeed." remarked Fernand. your health. who will prove to you that you are wrong .motives of hatred against Dantes? None." said Fernand. "You talk like a noodle. "Well. Have you that means?" "It is to be found for the searching. my dear friend. your health!" and he swallowed another glass of wine." "I! -. I won't have Dantes killed -. "I say I want to know why they sh ould put Dantes in prison. "I won't hold my tongue!" replied Caderousse. "Let him run on. my friend. -. seizing his arm. as you said just now. and this mor ning offered to share his money with me." "Hold your tongue!" said Danglars. for Mercedes has declared she will kil l herself if Dantes is killed. Danglars. "stay! It is of very little consequenc e to me at the end of the matter whether you have any angry feeling or not again st Dantes. now raised it. Prove it. "No. 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. clever." persisted Caderousse. on my word! I saw you were unhap py. adieu. y ou have some motive of personal hatred against Dantes. Danglars saw in the muddled look of the tailor the progress of his intoxication . no. Dantes. I will execut e it. and turning towards Fernand." "I know not why you meddle. if. but one gets out of prison. "should they put Dantes in prison? he has not robbed or killed or murdered." said Caderousse. that's all. I like Dantes. I lik e Dantes. deep fellow. Absence severs as we ll as death. you understand there is no need to k ill him."Kill Dantes! who talks of killing Dantes? I won't have him killed -. I have answered for you." "Certainly not. Dantes. get out of the affair as best you may . Dantes is a good fellow." Fernand rose impatiently. I hate him! I confess it openly. said. listened eagerly to the conversation. he said."Death alone can separate them. he is not much out in what he says." said Caderousse. with what sense was le ft him. but since you believe I act for my own account. Say there is no need why Dantes s hould die. But why should I meddle in the matter? it is no affair of mine.

" "The fellow is not so drunk as he appears to be. muddlehead?" replied Danglars." The waiter did as he was desired. who. "No! -." said Danglars. emptying his glass. I should wish nothing better than that he would come and seek a quarrel wi th me." said Danglars. Fernand. so me one were to denounce him to the king's procureur as a Bonapartist agent" -"I will denounce him!" exclaimed the young man hastily. "We were merely joking." Fernand filled Caderousse's glass."And who has said a word about killing him. then. and paper are my tools.the means?" said Fernand. that the Spaniards ruminate. but they will make you then sign your declaration." called Fernand loudly. I will supply you with the means of supporting your accu sation. "When one thinks. I should say. for I know the fact well. I am a supercargo. or rather dropped. "that if after a vo yage such as Dantes has just made." "Pen. ink. almost overcome by this fresh assault on his senses. "Yes. like the confirmed toper he was. ink. a bottle of ink . his glass upon the table. ink. in which he touched at the Island of undertook to do so. an d one day or other he will leave it." said Fernand impatiently. then. "the French have the superiority over the Spaniards. But Dantes cannot remain forever in prison. rested. pen. "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. "Yes. letting his hand drop on the paper. "pen. and without my tools I am fit for nothing." "Do you invent. and paper. and the day when he comes out." "True. "here's t o his health! his health -. while the French invent. "There's what you want on that table. "Have you not hit upon any?" asked Danglars." muttered Fernand. lifted his hand from the paper and seized the glass.hurrah!" "But the means -. Dantes' good health!" said Caderousse. "Bring them here. than of a sword or pistol. drink to his health. and a sheet of paper." said the waiter." he added. "Waiter. as he saw the final glimmer of Caderousse's reason vanishing before the last glass of wine. filling Caderousse's glass. yes." said Caderousse. "and do not interfere with us. The Catalan watched him until Caderousse." . and paper." "Yes. woe betide h im who was the cause of his incarceration!" "Oh." "Pen. "Give him some more wine. "Well. then. and confront you with him you have denounced. for instance." replied Danglars. and paper. "Well!" resumed the Catalan." resumed Danglars. ink.

has been intrust ed by Murat with a letter for the usurper. Com e. I'll wager I can go up into the belfry of the Accou les. but whose ey e was fixed on the denunciatory sheet of paper flung into the corner. no. "Yes. and I won't have him ill-us ed. Give me your arm." replied Caderousse. but to-morrow -. wrote with his left hand. he squeezed it up in his hands and threw it into a corner of the arbor. "In this case. or in his cab in on board the Pharaon. because unable to stand on your legs. amongst the first and foremost." And Danglars. by a last effort of i ntellect. "I'll take your bet. arrived this morning from Smyrna. `To the king's attorney.look here!" And taking the le tter.' and that's all settled. rising with all the offended dignity of a drunken man. and write upon it. too!" "Done!" said Danglars. and write with the l eft hand (that the writing may not be recognized) the denunciation we propose. only it will be an infamous shame. and totally unlike it. "if we resolve on such a step." and he stretched out his hand to reach the letter. "Yes. and let us go. and that's all settled!" exclaimed Caderousse. and without staggering. this pen. drunkard. "let's have some more wine. "but I don't want your arm at all. and the matter will thus work its own way. "now your revenge looks like common-sense. that one Edmond Dantes. the following lines . it would be much b etter to take." And Danglars wrote the addres s as he spoke. and I. which he handed to Fernand. the king's attorney. "All right!" said Caderousse. and which Fernand read in an undertone: -"The honorable." said Dangla rs. Proof of this crime will be found on arresti ng him." "I?" said Caderousse. who. "No. dip it into this ink. I wish to drink to the health of Edmond and the lovely Mercedes. and instinctively comprehended all the misery which such a denunciation must entail. won't you return to Marseilles with us?" .to-day it is time to return. you will be compelled to sleep here. rising and looking at the young man.the worthy Dantes -. "and as what I say and d o is merely in jest. uniting practice with theory. t here is nothing to do now but fold the letter as I am doing. and Mercedes! Mercedes. for i n no way can it revert to yourself. "I can't keep on my legs? Why. "and if you continue." resumed Danglars. had followed the reading of the letter. for the letter will be found upon him. "Dantes is my friend. taking it from beyond his reach. Fernand. should be sorry if a nything happened to Dantes -. let us go." "You have had too much already. "Yes." "Very well. or at his father's." said Danglars. mate of the ship Pharaon. and in a w riting reversed from his usual style." "And who thinks of using him ill? Certainly neither I nor Fernand." said Caderousse. who still remained seated." "Very good." continued Danglars. and that's all sett led. and by the usurper with a letter for the Bonapartist committee in Paris. who will detest you if you have only the misfortu ne to scratch the skin of her dearly beloved Edmond!" "True!" said Fernand. is informed by a friend of the throne and religion. after having touched at Naples and Porto-Ferrajo. as I now do."Yes." said Danglars.

who had himself assured him of his intention to dine at La Reserve. with whose arb or the reader is already familiar. "Well. in order to do greater honor to the occasion." "Well. Danglars looked back and saw Fernand stoop. Mor rel. The feast had been made ready on the second floor at La Reserve. just as you like. beneath these windows a wooden balcony extended the entire length of the house. accompanied by Caderousse. The apartment destined for the purpose was sp acious and lighted by a number of windows. come. "I shall return to the Catalans." Danglars took advantage of Caderousse's temper at the moment. over each of which was written in gol den letters for some inexplicable reason the name of one of the principal cities of France. Hallo." said Caderousse. consisting of the favored part of the crew of the Pharaon. what a lie he told! He said he was going to the Catalans."No. and let the young gentleman return to the Catalans if he chooses. In fact. stating that he had recently conversed with M. Various rumors were afloat to the effect that the owners of the Pharaon had pro mised to attend the nuptial feast. "he's gone right enough. an hour previous to that time the balcony was filled with impatient and expectant guest s." said Caderousse. The morning's sun rose clear and resplendent. however." said treacherous wine is!" "Come. Fernand!" "Oh. "I should have said not -. but all seemed unanimous in doubting that an act of such rare and exceeding condescension could possibly be intended." "What do you mean? you will not? Well. touching the foamy waves into a n etwork of ruby-tinted light. When they had advanced about twenty yards. staggering as he went.come along. and he is going to the city." said Danglars to himself. "why. effe ctually confirmed the report. Danglars. and putting it into his pocket then rush out of the arbor towards Pillon. and as Dantes was univer sally beloved on board his vessel." "You're wrong. there's lib erty for all the world. you don't see straight. who now made his appearance. and other personal friends of the bride-groom. Come along." said Danglars. pick up the crumpled paper. Come with us to Marseilles -. a moment later M. the whole of whom had arrayed themselves in their c hoicest costumes. Danglars. the sailors put no restraint on their tumultu ous joy at finding that the opinion and choice of their superiors so exactly coi . who hailed the visit of the shi powner as a sure indication that the man whose wedding feast he thus delighted t o honor would ere long be first in command of the ship. "now the thing is at work and it will e ffect its purpose unassisted." "I will not. Morrel appeared and was saluted with an enthusiastic burst of applause from the crew of the Pharaon. my prince. to take him off t owards Marseilles by the Porte Saint-Victor." Chapter 5 The Marriage-Feast. And although the entertainment was fixed for twelve o'clock.

Danglars and Caderousse took their places beside Fernand and old Dantes. occasionally.a costume somewhat between a military and a civil garb. rejoice with me. the delighted girl looked around her with a s mile that seemed to say: "If you are my friends. whose lips wore their usual sinister smile. although there still lingered in his mind a faint and unperfect recol lection of the events of the preceding night. at the approach of his patron. as he slowly paced behind the happy pair. radiant with joy and happiness. Morrel descended an d came forth to meet it. that Dantes should be the succ essor to the late Captain Leclere.the latter of whom attracted universal notice. and to besee ch him to make haste. but becomingly. One more practiced in the arts of grea t cities would have hid her blushes beneath a veil. His thin but wiry legs were arrayed in a pair of richly e mbroidered clocked stockings. With the entrance of M. looking for all the world like one of the aged dandi es of 1796. Danglars and Caderousse were despatched in sear ch of the bride-groom to convey to him the intelligence of the arrival of the im portant personage whose coming had created such a lively sensation. the whole brought up by Fernand. Morrel. so as to have concealed the liquid lustre of her an imated eyes. parading the newly opened gardens of the Tuileries and Luxembourg. and wi th his fine countenance. Thus he came along. clad in the dress peculiar to the me rchant service -. for I am very happy. M. Mercedes boasted the same bright flashing eyes of jet. The old man was a ttired in a suit of glistening watered silk. just as the brain retains on wakin g in the morning the dim and misty outline of a dream. whose desire to partake of the good things provided for the wedding-party had induced him to become reconciled to the Dantes. but ere they h ad gone many steps they perceived a group advancing towards them. fort . was pale and abstracted. B eside him glided Caderousse." As soon as the bridal party came in sight of La Reserve. and ripe. but. they were so happy that they were conscious only of the sunshine and the presen ce of each other. a party of young girls in attendance on the bride. with an agitated and restless gaze. his aged counten ance lit up with happiness. Having acquitted themselves of their errand. while from his t hree-cornered hat depended a long streaming knot of white and blue ribbons. and exchanged a hearty shake of th e hand with Edmond. evidently of English manufacture.ncided with their own. composed of th e betrothed pair. fathe r and son. in t heir own unmixed content. trimmed with steel buttons. who. or. he cast on him a look of deep me aning. to have entirely forgotten that such a being as himsel f existed. however. Morrel. She moved with the light. while. a deep flush would ov erspread his countenance. while Fernand. As Danglars approached the disappointed lover. supporting himself on a curiously carved stick. beautif ully cut and polished. Neither Mercedes nor Edmond observed the strange expression of his countenance. respec tfully placed the arm of his affianced bride within that of M. -. he would glance in the direction of Marseil les. who seemed. Danglars and Caderousse set off upon their errand at full speed. Lovely as the Greek girls of Cyprus or Chios. on the contrary. a more perfect specimen of manly beauty could scarcely be imagined. coral lips. like one who either anticipated or foresaw some great and important event. Dantes himself was simply. at least. Edmond. followed by the soldiers and sailors there assembled. round. by whose si de walked Dantes' father. t o whom he had repeated the promise already given. fre e step of an Arlesienne or an Andalusian. have cast down her thickly fringed lashes. and a nervous contraction distort his features.

" said Mercedes. Just assume the tone and manner of a husband. whose excitable nature received and betrayed e ach fresh impression. restless and uneasy. at a sign from Edmond. at the opposite side of the table. "Father. esteem ed by the epicures of the South as more than rivalling the exquisite flavor of t he oyster. it is not worth while to contradic . and which h ad just been placed before Mercedes herself. never mind that. Then they began to pass around the dusky. fiery dragons defend t he entrance and approach. and lobst ers in their dazzling red cuirasses. it seems to oppress us almost the same as sorrow. joy takes a strange effect at times. on my left I will place him who has ever be en as a brother to me. 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. "Now. "that I am too happy for noisy mirth. I own that I am lost in wonder to find myself prom oted to an honor of which I feel myself unworthy -.all the delicacies.that of being the husband of Mercedes. where fierce. M ercedes is not yet your wife. "sit. Arlesian sausages. but he r words and look seemed to inflict the direst torture on him." pointing with a soft and gentle smile to Fernand. and monsters of all shapes and kinds. while. as he carried to his lips a glass of wine of the hue and brightness of the topaz. prawns of large size and brilliant color. Morrel was seated at his right hand." Danglars looked towards Fernand." "Nay. and see how she will remind you that your hour is not yet come!" The bride blushed. t he echinus with its prickly outside and dainty morsel within. had been occupied in similarly placing his most honored guests." returned Dantes. -. seemed to start at every fresh sound.hwith conducting her up the flight of wooden steps leading to the chamber in whi ch the feast was prepared. "Man does not app ear to me to be intended to enjoy felicity so unmixed." "A pretty silence truly!" said the old father of the bride-groom. requiring to be overcome ere victory is ours. in fact. the clovis. "Do you fear any approaching evil? I should say that you were the happiest man alive at this instant. nay!" cried Caderousse. the rest of the compan y ranged themselves as they found it most agreeable. if that i s what you meant by your observation. smiling. for his lips becam e ghastly pale. that are cast up by the wash of water s on the sandy beach. "Well. and from time to time wiped away the large drops of perspiration t hat gathered on his brow. while Fernand. M. and styled by the grateful fishermen "fruits of the sea." "The truth is. stopping when she had reached the centre of the table. would anybody think that this room contained a happy. I pray you. During this time. merry party. you are right." "And that is the very thing that alarms me. "a man cannot always feel happy because he is about to be married. happiness is like the enc hanted palaces we read of in our childhood. Danglars at his left. beneath whose heavy tread the slight structure creaked and groaned for the space of several minutes ." replied Dantes. what ails you?" asked he of Edmond. "you have not attained that honor yet. who desire nothing better than to laugh an d dance the hours away?" "Ah. Dantes. my worthy friend. on my right hand. was gayly followed by the guests. neighbor Caderousse." sighed Caderousse. piquant. "Why.

" replied Dantes. whose laugh displayed the still perfect beauty of his large whit e teeth. while Mercedes glanced at the clock and made an expressi ve gesture to Edmond. To-morrow morning I start for Paris. a burning sensation passed across his brow.the contract -. four days to go. Around the table reigned that noisy hilarity which usually prevails at such a t ime among people sufficiently free from the demands of social position not to fe el the trammels of etiquette. responded by a loo k of grateful pleasure. "you make short work of this kind of affair. however. "how did you manage about the other for malities -. I do not consider I have asserted to o much in saying. and at half-past two o'clock the mayor of Marseilles will be waiting for us at the city hall. and the same t o return. I owe every blessing I enjoy. was lost amid the noisy felicitations of the company." answered Dantes. We have purchased permission to waive the usual delay.the settlement?" "The contract. with the exception of th e elder Dantes. "it didn't take long to fix that. Such as at the commencement of the repast had not been able to seat themselves according to their inclination rose unceremoniously . which.t me for such a trifle as that. Mercedes has no fortune. to wh om. laughingly. Arrived here only yesterday morning." This prospect of fresh festivity redoubled the hilarity of the guests to such a degree. my friend?" "Why. "Upon my word. our papers w ere quickly written out. in another hour and thirty minutes Mercedes will have be come Madame Dantes. but in spite of all his efforts. no." added he." A general exclamation of surprise ran round the table. "So that what we presumed to be merely the betrothal feast turns out to be the actual wedding dinner!" said Danglars. Now . at the commencement of the repast. I shall be back here by the first of March. he could not refrain from uttering a deep gro an. every difficulty his been r emoved. that the elder Dantes. and married to-day at three o'clock! Comme nd me to a sailor for going the quick way to work!" "But. had comm ented upon the silence that prevailed. you see. "How is that. with one day to discharge the commission intrusted to me. perceiving the affectionate eagerness of his father. while Fernand grasped the handle of his knife with a convulsive clutch. "In an hour?" inquired Danglars." asked Danglars. who. but. Mercedes looked pleased and gratified. and sought out more agreeable companions. without wa iting for a reply and each one seemed to be contented with expressing his or her . I have none to settle on her. in a timid tone. Morrel. is all the t ime I shall be absent." answered Dantes. amid the general din of voices. 'Tis true that Mercedes is not actually my wife. "Thanks to the influence of M. and on the se cond I give my real marriage feast. now found it difficult. So. Everybody talked at once. as a quarter-past one has already struck. to obtain a moment's tranquillity in which to drink to the health and prosperity of the bride and bride-groom. and he was compelled to support himself by the table to prevent his falling from his chair . "No. Dantes. drawing out his watch." Fernand closed his eyes. thus it is. and certainly do not come very expensive." cried the old man. turning pale. "in an hour and a half she will be. that. "don't imagine I am going to put you off in that sha bby manner. next to my father." This joke el icited a fresh burst of applause.

" answered Danglars.he was ghastly pale. I cannot help thinking it would have been a grea t pity to have served him that trick you were planning yesterday. as though seeking to avoid the hilarious mirth that rose in such deafening sounds. "the sacrifice was no trifling one. so as to deaden even the noisy mirth of the bridal party. "May I venture to inquire the reason of this unexpected visit?" said M. -. who had been incessantly observing every change in Fer nand's look and manner." said Caderousse. The company looked at each other in consternation." said a loud voice outside the room. and almost instantaneously the most deathlike sti llness prevailed. with an almost convulsive spasm. Fernand's paleness appeared to have communicated itself to Danglars. "there is doubtless some mis take easily explained. presented himself. when the b eauty of the bride is concerned. the door was opened. but when I saw how completely he had mastered his feelings. against a seat placed near one of the open windows. addressing the magistrate." "To be sure! -." Caderousse looked full at Fernand -. The sounds drew nearer." replied the be sure!" cried Dantes. "Upon my word. with vociferous cheers. unable to res t. silvery voice of Mercedes. As for Fer nand himself. and when I see him sitting there beside his pre tty wife that is so soon to be. "Certainly." "Shall we not set forth?" asked the sweet. followed by the measure d tread of soldiery. among whom a vague feeling of curiosity and apprehension quel led every disposition to talk. saw him stagger and fall back. and. At this moment Danglars. followed by four soldiers and a corporal. and you know we are expected in a quarter of an hour. whom he evidently knew. At the same instant his ear caught a sort of indistinct sound on the stairs. in utter sile nce. whom Fernand seemed most anxious to avoid.own thoughts. Caderousse approached him just as Danglars. that future captain of mine is a lucky dog! Gad. "at first I certainly did fee l somewhat uneasy as to what Fernand might be tempted to do. he seemed to be enduring the tortures of the damned. united with the effect of the excellent wine he had partaken of. . Morrel. there was no harm meant. he continued. he was among the first to quit the table. eagerly quitting the table. the n came a hum and buzz as of many voices." "Oh. I knew there was no further cause for apprehension. "rely upon every reparation being made." "If it be so. "let us go directly!" His words were re-echoed by the whole party. Three blows were struck upon the panel of the door. had joined him in a corner of the room. I only wish he would let me take his place. wearing his official scarf. Da ntes is a downright good fellow." continued Danglars. and a magistrat e. "I demand admittance. even so far as to become one of his riv al's attendants. "in the name of the law!" As no attempt was made to prevent it. with the clanking of swords and military accoutrements. had effaced every feeling of envy or jealousy at Dantes' good fortune. Uneasiness now yielded to the most extreme dread on the part of thos e present. to pace the farther end of the salon. from whose mind the friendly treatment of Dant es. "two o'cl ock has just struck."upon my word. Upon my soul.

and it is more than probable he will be set at liberty directly he has given the inform ation required. and well deserves to bring double evil on th ose who have projected it. that ev en the officer was touched. let you and I g o and see what is to be done for our poor friends.what should you know about it? -. it must. "gone. to Danglars. Old Dantes.why. in a hoarse and choking voice. "you merely threw it by -. "So. "this." "Hold your tongue. He prayed and supplicated in terms so moving. and perfectly well knew that it would be as unavailing to seek pity from a magistrate decked with his official s carf. a dvanced with dignity. nevertheless." M. then. as to address a petition to some cold marble effigy. besides. Your son has probab ly neglected some prescribed form or attention in registering his cargo. of Danglars . or the value of his fre ight. The scene of the previous night now came back to his mind with startling clearn ess. you were drunk!" "Where is Fernand?" inquired Caderousse. I am the bearer of an order of arrest.meanwhile. "I tell you again I have nothing whatever to do with it." "No. he kindly said. frowningly. "How do I know?" replied Danglars." returned Danglars. I pray?" "I cannot inform you. 'tis an ill turn." During this conversation. "My worthy friend." replied the magistrate. Never mind where he is. most likely. like yourself. "How can I tell you?" replied he. There are situations which the heart of a father or a mother can not be made to understand. as every prudent man ought to be. and. to look after his own affairs. The painful catastrophe he had just witnessed appeared effectually to have rent away the veil which the intoxication of the evening before had raised betwe en himself and his memory." "Nonsense. and although I most reluctantl y perform the task assigned me. in a firm voice. but you will be duly acquainted with the reasons that hav e rendered such a step necessary at the preliminary examination. be fulfilled." Caderou sse then looked around for Fernand." "What is the meaning of all this?" inquired Caderousse. however. but he had disappeared.I saw it lyi ng in a corner." said he. Who among t he persons here assembled answers to the name of Edmond Dantes?" Every eye was t urned towards the young man who. you did not!" answered Caderousse. sprang forward. although firm in his duty. is a part of the trick you were concerting yesterday? All I can say is. let me beg of you to calm your apprehensions. He saw befo re him an officer delegated to enforce the law. spite of the agitation he could not but feel. you know very well that I tore the paper to pieces. who had assumed an air of utter surprise. and said. you fool! -. what is your pleasure with me?" "Edmond Dantes. "I am he. "and wherefore. utterly bewildered at a ll that is going on. whether touching the health of his crew. Dantes. slightly changing color. and cannot in the least make out what it is about. so. "I arrest you in the name of the law!" "Me!" repeated Edmond. I s uppose. Morrel felt that further resistance or remonstrance was useless. "I am. after having exchanged a cheerful shake of th . that if it be so.

"nothin g more than a mistake." Meantime the subject of the arrest was being canvassed in every different form. placed next to the seat on which po or Mercedes had fallen half fainting. he's too stupid to imagine such a schem e." "You can. "He is the cause of all this misery -. merely saying. The prisoner heard the cry. had surrendered himself to the officer sent to arrest him. stretching out her arms to him from the balcony. that's all." said Caderousse. Instinctively Fernand drew back his chair. and the vehicle drove off towards Marseilles. "Make yourselves quite easy. "I think it just possible Dantes may have been detected with some trifling article on board ship considered here as contraband. "Wait for me here. I only hope the mischief will fall upon the head of whoever wrought it. whence I will bring you word how all is goi ng on. "of thi s event?" "Why.we shall soon meet ag ain!" Then the vehicle disappeared round one of the turnings of Fort Saint Nicho las. when the arrow lights point downward on somebody's head. he got in. Danglars." replied he. "Adieu." answered Danglars." Dantes descended the staircase. Morrel. depend upon it. and with a simultaneous burst of feelin g rushed into each other's arms. which sounded like the sob of a broken heart." said one of the party. followed by two soldie rs and the magistrate." whispered Cadero usse.I am quite sure of it." "Oh. "I will take the first conveya nce I find. and followed by the soldiers. and return as quickly as you can!" This second departure was followed by a long and fearful state of terrified sil ence on the part of those who were left behind. there is some little mistake to clear up. to Danglars. and very likely I may not have to go so far as the prison to effect that." "You don't mention those who aided and abetted the deed. "Surely. by mere chance. poured out for himself a glass of water with a trembling hand. went to sit down at the first vacant place. and hurry to Marseilles. A carriage awaited him at the door. dearest Edmond!" cried Mercedes.e hand with all his sympathizing friends. "What think you. adieu. preceded by the magistrate. "I don't think so. "Good-by. but at length the two poor vic tims of the same blow raised their eyes. indeed. Meanwhile Fernand made his appearance. I feel quite certain. "go. when released from the warm and affectiona te embrace of old Dantes." ." answered the other. Mercedes -." "That's right!" exclaimed a multitude of voices. who had never taken his eyes off Fernand. The old father and Mercedes rema ined for some time apart. "one cannot be held responsible for every chance a rrow shot into the air. my good fellows . and l eaning from the coach he called out. and this was. all of you!" cried M. then hastily swallowing it. turning towards him. to be sure!" responded Danglars. each absorbed in grief. who had now approached the group.

e took in her freight at Alexandria from Pastret's warehouse. "Alas." "Be silent. you see. "Come. Danglars!" whispered Caderousse.indeed. A despairing cry escaped the pale lips of Mercedes. Danglars. Who can tell whether Dantes be innocent or . my poor child. my friends. there is still ho pe!" "Hope!" repeated Danglars." said the old man. "my poor boy told me yesterda y he had got a small case of coffee." exclaimed Danglars. depend upon it the custom-house people went rummaging about the ship in our absence. I know she was loaded with cotton. sir. he is innocent!" sobbed forth Mercedes. He was very pale. the old man sank into a cha ir. and a convulsive spasm passed over his countenance.the trick you sp oke of last night has been played. Morrel. "Good news! good news!" shouted forth one of the party stationed in the balcony on the lookout. and I beg I may not be ny further particulars. but the word seemed to die away on his pale a gitated lips. "That I believe!" answered M. grasping him by the arm. Morrel. that is all I was obliged to know. with a mournful shake of his head. indeed -. you simpleton!" cried Danglars. now. "but still he is charged" -"With what?" inquired the elder Dantes. now burst out in a violent fit of hysterical sobbing. "Now the mischief is out. Her grief. "What news?" exclaimed a general burst of voices." said the afflicted old father. "Here comes M. "or I will not answer even for your own safety. "be comforted. "With being an agent of the Bonapartist faction!" Many of our readers may be ab le to recollect how formidable such an accusation became in the period at which our story is dated." "Oh. and another of tobacco for me!" "There. but I cannot suffer a poor old man or an inno cent girl to die of grief through your fault. since you are the ship's supercargo?" "Why. No doubt. "Ah. come. "you have deceived me -." merchandise and that sh Smyrna from asked for a "Now I recollect. and at Pascal's. however. I could only know what I was told respecting the with which the vessel was laden. Morrel back." replied M. which she had hitherto tried to restrain. "Hope!" faintly murmured Fernand. I am determined to tell them all a bout it. we shall hear that o ur friend is released!" Mercedes and the old man rushed to meet the shipowner and greeted him at the do or. as for that. "the thing has assumed a more serious aspect than I expected." Mercedes."But how could he have done so without your knowledge. paid no heed to this explanation of her lover's arrest. and discov ered poor Dantes' hidden treasures.

" After their departure." "Is it possible you were so kind?" "Yes. If he be innocent. and leave things for the present to take their course. while the friends of Dantes conducted the now half-fainting man back to his abode. will it not be taken for granted that all who uphold him are his accomplices?" With the rapid instinct of selfishness. like myself. "Could you have believed such a thing possible?" "Why. Fernand. "You understan d that. is bound to acquaint the shipowner with everything that occurs. as. M. "Let us take ourselves out of the way. led the girl to her home. "that I considered the circumstan ce of his having anchored at the Island of Elba as a very suspicious circumstanc e. I should hav e feared to injure both Edmond and yourself. on Danglars. Then added in a low whisper." replied Danglars. and passed a whole d ay in the island. and see what comes of it. and I had already thought of your interests in the event of poor Edmond having become captain of the Pharaon. my dear Danglars?" asked M. he overtook his supercargo an d Caderousse.'tis well!" replied M. "Let us wait. where he quitted it." "With all my heart!" replied Danglars. on his return to the port for the purpose of gleaning fresh tidings of Dant es." "Let us go. he gazed.guilty? The vessel did touch at Elba. on account of your uncle. should any letters or other documents of a compromising c haracter be found upon him. I am too well aware that though a subordinate. Policar Morrel. doubtfully." "And did you mention these suspicions to any person beside myself?" "Certainly not!" returned Danglars. for somehow I have perceived a sort of coolness between you. The rumor of Edmond's arrest as a Bonapartist agent was not slow in circulating throughout the city. "To be sure!" answered Danglars. Now. Caderousse readily perceived the solidi ty of this mode of reasoning. I had previously inquired of Dantes what was his opinion of you. you know I told you. I cannot stay here any longer. y ou are strongly suspected of regretting the abdication of Napoleon. the assistant procureur. if guilty. pleased to find the other so tractable. de Villefort. by all means. "Suppose we wait a while. casting a bewilde red look on his companion. "Could you ever have credited such a thing. had I divulged my own apprehensions to a soul. Danglars -. Morrel. and if he should have any reluctance to continue you in your post. indeed. and then caution supplanted generosity. "You are a worthy fellow . wistfully. there are many things he ought most carefully to conceal from all else. it is no use involving our selves in a conspiracy." "And what was his reply?" . then." said he. Morrel. from M. of course he will be set at liberty. and who does not altogether conceal what he thinks on the subject." "'Tis well. who served under the other government. why. who had now again become the friend and protect or of Mercedes.

Danglars -." "No doubt. he is a man like ourselves. of his being king's attorney. whom I shall en Edmond's favor.that will smooth over all difficulties. but yet it seems to me a shocking thing that a mere joke sh ould lead to such consequences. I wil l join you there ere long. and it will be so far advantageous to you to accept my services. "You know that I am as capable of managing a ship as the most experienced captain in the service . "but I hear that he is ambitious. M. let me ask? neither you nor myself. But now hasten on board. Fernand picked it up. no." continued M. "we shall see." "Be easy on that score." answered Danglars. but in the meantime?" "I am entirely at your service. but that whoever possessed th e good opinion and confidence of the ship's owner would have his preference also . addressing Caderousse." "Perhaps not. but. and either copie ." "But meanwhile. you knew very well that I threw the paper into a corner of the room -. well." "But who perpetrated that joke. and look carefully to the unlo ading of her freight. and proceeded in the direction of the Palais de Justice. you did not. "the turn things have taken. I am aware he is a furious royalist. "that I can answer for. but Fernand ." replied Caderousse. if you did. depend upon it. I only wish I could see it now as plainly as I saw it lying all crushed and crumpled in a co rner of the arbor. M." replied Danglars." "Well. Morrel." "Oh." "Well. "since we cannot leave this port for the next three mon ths. the worthy shipowner quitted the two alli es." "Thanks. "Poor Dantes!" said Caderousse." So saying.indeed. I fancied I had destroyed it." "Oh. Morrel. and and I fancy not a bad that directly I have seen M. Private misfortunes must never be allowed to interfere wit h business. let us hope that ere the expiration of that period Dantes will be set at li berty. Morrel. "You see. D o you still feel any desire to stand up in his defence?" "Not the slightest." replied Danglars. "No one can deny his being a noble-hearted youn g fellow. but do you think we shall be permitted to se e our poor Edmond?" "I will let you know deavor to interest in in spite of that. Morrel. I fully authorize you at once to assume the command of the Pharaon. de Villefort. sort of one. and that's r ather against him." said Danglars. "here is the Pharaon without a captain." returned M. that upon Edm ond's release from prison no further change will be requisite on board the Phara on than for Dantes and myself each to resume our respective posts." "The hypocrite!" murmured Danglars."That he certainly did think he had given you offence in an affair which he mer ely referred to without entering into particulars. then.

" "Amen!" responded Caderousse. moving his head to and fro. "all has gone as I would have it. desiring to be rowed on board the Pharaon. -. and younger members of families. or. waving his hand in token of adieu to Danglars. where M. after the manner of one whose mind was overcharged with one absorbing idea. and you will see that the storm will pass away without in the least affecting us. The guests were still at table. And now I think of it. counting as his subjects a small population of five or six thousand souls. nothing more. Morrel had ag reed to meet him. an d bending his steps towards the Allees de Meillan. -. and those belon ging to the humblest grade of life. I t seems." added he with a smile. temporarily. and tha t. The emperor. separated forever from a ny fresh connection with France or claim to her throne. How can we be implicated in any way? All we have got to do is. you know. Danglars. "So far. officers who had deserted from the imperial army and jo ined forces with Conde. In one of the aristocratic mansions built by Puget in the Rue du Grand Cours op posite the Medusa fountain. that it will turn out an unlucky job for both of us.was looked upon here as a ruined man.magistrates who had resigned their office dur ing the usurper's reign. the handwriting was disguised. and the heated and energetic conversation that prevailed betrayed the violent and vindictive passions that then agitated each d weller of the South. although the occasion of the entertainment was similar. commander of the Pharaon. a nd muttering as he went. he did not take the trouble of re copying it. perhaps. there. for me. after having held sovereign sway over one-half of the world. I thought the whole thing was a joke. he may have sent the letter itsel f! Fortunately. My only f ear is the chance of Dantes being released." argued Caderousse. by Heavens. uttered in ten differ ent languages. he leape d into a boat. he is in the hands of Ju stice. Instead of a rude mixture of sailors. mentally." "Then you were aware of Dantes being engaged in a conspiracy?" "Not I. "I would give a great deal if nothing of the kind h ad happened. soldiers. and fifte en of restoration elevate to the rank of a god. that I had had no hand in it." So saying. however. at least. now king of the petty Island of Elba. a second marriage feast was being celebrated. then. As I before said. for five centuries religious strife had lo ng given increased bitterness to the violence of party feeling. . even. where unhappily. to keep our own counsel. with the certainty of being permanently so. if that fool of a Caderousse can be persuaded to hold his tongue. the present assembly was composed of the ver y flower of Marseilles society.after having been accustomed to hear the "Vive Na poleons" of a hundred and twenty millions of human beings. -." said Danglars. not breathing a wor d to any living soul. is Fernand. and remain perfectly quiet. the company was striki ngly dissimilar. But. that I have unconsciously stumbled upon the truth. however . In this case. brought up to hate and execrate the man whom five years of exile would convert into a martyr. Chapter 6 The Deputy Procureur du Roi. and." "Still." "Nonsense! If any harm come of it. almost at the same hour with the nuptial repast given by Dantes. it should fall on the guilty person. "she will take her own. You will see. I am .d it or caused it to be copied.

for whom we sacrificed rank. an almost poetical fervor trut h -. but over th e defeat of the Napoleonic idea. " let the young people alone. they could not he lp admitting that the king. and that is the shrine of maternal love. forbidding eye. while the women commented o n the divorce of Josephine. do not strip the latter of his j ust rights to bestow them on the Corsican. "Never mind. Villefort?" "I beg your pardon. It was the Marquis de Saint-Meran. I beg to remind you my mother speaks to you.' Am I not right." said a young and lovely girl. yes. M . An old man. to them their evil genius. who have driven us from those very possessions they aft erwards purchased for a mere trifle during the Reign of Terror. This toast. Renee. wealth. snatching their bouquets from their fair bosoms.' while their wretched usurper his been. so as to prevent his listening to what you said. the n. on the contrar y. excited universal enthusiasm. would be compell ed to own. "I forgive you. enthusiasm. t hough still noble and distinguished in appearance." said M. on one's wedding day there are more agreeable subjects of conversation than dry politics. however all other feelings ma y be withered in a woman's nature. or devotion. with a look of tenderness that seeme d out of keeping with her harsh dry features. but also as the personification of equality. "'tis all my fault for seizing upon M. madame. however. recal ling at once the patient exile of Hartwell and the peace-loving King of France. what supplied the place of those fine qualities." "He!" cried the marquise: "Napoleon the type of equality! For mercy's sake. and station was truly our `Louis the well-beloved." "Never mind. de Villefort. madame. strewed the table w ith their floral treasures. a woman with a stern. In a word. made their fortune by worshipping the rising sun. and is worshipped by his commonplace but ambitions followers. now rose and proposed the health of King Louis XVIII. that the Bonapartists had not our sincerity. I would place each of these heroes on his right pedestal -. with a profusion of light brown hair. decorated with the cross of Saint Louis. their `Napoleon the accursed. who. and ever will be. yes.The magistrates freely discussed their political views. and in this they foresaw fo r themselves the bright and cheering prospect of a revivified political existenc e." "If the marquise will deign to repeat the words I but imperfectly caught. not only as a leader and take him -. these revolutionists. Villefort. What I was saying. "Ah. Villefort. there is always one bright smiling spot in th e desert of her heart." "They had. and eyes that seemed to float in liquid crystal.I was not attending to the conversation." replied t he young man. while they. "and that was fanaticism. dearest mother. that all true devotion was on our side. glasses were elevated in the air a l'Anglais." said the Marquise de Saint-Meran. but." "Nay. what would you call Robespierre? Come. let me tell you. since we were content to follow the fortunes of a falling monarch. has usurped quite en ough."a h. but -. to my mind. that they rejoiced. despite her fifty years -. Napoleon is the Mahomet of the West." "Marquise. the military part of th e company talked unreservedly of Moscow and Leipsic.that . I sha ll be delighted to answer. It was not over the downfall of the man. de Villefort. marquise!" interposed the old nobleman who had proposed the toast. But there -. was." replied the marquise. come.he is your own for as long as you like. were they here. and the ladies. I really must pray you to excuse me.

"as I now do at your entreaty." "Dear mother. "but bear in mind. who was not half so bad as Napoleon." "Suffer me. had his partisans and advocates. "excellently well said! Come." replied the marquise. "let the past be forever forgotten.Cr omwell. fallen. "that my father was a Girondin. madame. madame. but he was no t among the number of those who voted for the king's death. Still. I.a B onapartist.of Robespierre on his scaffold in the Place Louis Quinze. any more than the wish. in the y ear 1814. He was -. that you will kindly allow the veil of oblivion to c over and conceal the past. for instance. as it is know . the Count Noirtier became a senator. that should there fall in your way any one guilty of conspiring against the government." A deep crimson suffused the counte nance of Villefort. Villefort. probably may still be -. marquise. and had well-nigh lost his head o n the same scaffold on which your father perished. Villefort. I have laid aside even the name of my father. one brings a king within reach of the guillotine. that Villefort will be firm and inflexible for the future in his polit ical principles. the other is the equality that degrades." said Villefort. that while my family remained amon g the stanchest adherents of the exiled princes. the other elevates the people to a level with the throne." answered he. "you know very well it was agreed that all the se disagreeable reminiscences should forever be laid aside. I hav e hopes of obtaining what I have been for years endeavoring to persuade the marq uise to promise. and that the 9th Thermidor and the 4th of April." replied Villefort. also." "Bravo. Observ e. and altoget her disown his political principles. worthy of being gratefully remembered by e very friend to monarchy and civil order." interposed Renee.nay." "Do you know. it is impossible to expect the son of a Girondin to b e free from a small spice of the old leaven. if you please. am a stanch royalist. as I do" (and here she extended to him her h and) -. on the contrary. Let what may remain of revolutionary sap exhaust it self and die away with the old trunk. namely. and that explains how it comes to pass that. and that at our recommendation the king consented to forget the past. What avails recrimination over matters wholly past re call? For my own part. and is called Noirtier. in proof of which I may remark. that we have pledged ourselves to hi s majesty for your fealty and strict loyalty. were lucky days for France. your father lost no time in joi ning the new government. without having the power. The only difference consists in the opposite char acter of the equality advocated by these two men. "to add my earnest request to Mad emoiselle de Saint-Meran's. I promise you it affords me as little pleasure to revive it as it does you. Napoleon has still retained a train of p arasitical satellites." replied the marquise. All I ask is. also. Remember. But bear in mind. "'Tis true. smiling. you will be so much the more bound to visit the offence with rigorous punishment. one is the equality that eleva tes. and that while the Citizen Noirtier was a Girondin. without wincing in the slightest degree at the tr agic remembrance thus called up. to separate entirely from the stock from which it sprung." "True. Villefort!" cried the marquis. now. that you are talking in a most dreadfully revolutionar y strain? But I excuse it. he was an equal suff erer with yourself during the Reign of Terror. and condescend only to regard the young sh oot which has started up at a distance from the parent tree. it has been so with other usurpers -. that our resp ective parents underwent persecution and proscription from diametrically opposit e principles." "With all my heart. as I trust he is forever. that of Napoleon on th e column of the Place Vendome. a perfect amnesty and forgetfulness of the past. an d style myself de Villefort. "I do not mean to deny that both these men were rev olutionary scoundrels.

in the Island of Elba." "Unfortunately. and his proximity keeps up the hopes of his partisans. at least. where is that?" asked the marquise." "You have heard. de Saint-Meran 's oldest friends." replied the count. the law is frequently powerless to effect this. they were talking about it when we left Paris." said Villefort. compels me to be severe." said the marquise. "So much the better." "Do you. Napoleon. "An island situated on the other side of the equator." responded M. "I am." "Well. indeed. and this can best be effected by employing the most inflexibl e agents to put down every attempt at conspiracy -. " and where is it decided to transfer him?" "To Saint Helena.'tis the best and surest mea ns of preventing mischief. "There wasn't any trouble over treaties when it was a question of shooting the poor Duc d'Enghien. we shall be rid of Napoleon. from hence arise continual and fatal duel s among the higher classes of persons. where he was born. and we cannot molest Napoleon without breaking those compacts. and we must trust to the vigilance of M. who are daily. the sovereignty of which he co veted for his son. As Villefort observes. I have already successfully conducted sever al public prosecutions.n you belong to a suspected family. and the cherished friend of Mademoiselle de Saint-Meran. madame. "my profession. daughter to the Comte de Salvieux. Marseilles is fille d with half-pay officers. under one frivolous pretext or other. and assassinations in the lower. But we have not done with the thing yet. and face to face with Italy. "there are the treaties of 1814. "that the Holy Allianc e purpose removing him from thence?" "Yes." "Oh." cried a beautiful young creature. one of M. by the aid of the Holy Alli ance. all it can do is to avenge the wrong done." "Alas. well. perhaps." "Nay. is too near Fr ance." returned Villefort. de V illefort to purify Marseilles of his partisans. he should be upheld in peace and tranquillity. of which his bro ther-in-law is king. and Naples." said the Comte de Salvieux." said M." "Unfortunately." "For heaven's sake. we shall find some way out of it. de Saint-Meran. madame. and brought the offenders to merited punishment. The king is either a king or no king." "Oh. and chamberlain to the Comte d'Artois. M." answered Villefort. I never was in a law-cour . de Salvieux. it is a great act of folly to have left such a man between Corsica. as well as the times in whi ch we live. fearful of it. think so?" inquired the marquise. "the strong arm of the law is not called upon to interfere until the evil has taken place. g etting up quarrels with the royalists. madame. at least two thousand lea gues from here. if he be acknowledged as sovereign of France." "Then all he has got to do is to endeavor to repair it. "it seems probable that. "do try an d get up some famous trial while we are at Marseilles. de Villefort.

always to show mercy to those I plead for. to rush fearlessly on the very bayonets of his foe. as is more than probable. but as regards poor unfortunate crea tures whose only crime consists in having mixed themselves up in political intri gues" -"Why. that should any f avorable opportunity present itself. at the word of his commander." interposed Renee. "I mean the trial of the man for murdering his father. de Villefort.t." . " "Just the person we require at a time like the present. and then retiring to rest. my dear Villefort!" rema rked a third. the prisoner. Upon my wor d.going home to sup peacefully with his family. agitated. becoming quite pale. Suppose. that is the very worst offence they could possibly is the case when a curtain falls on a tragedy -. M. will scruple more to drive a stiletto into the heart of one he knows t o be his personal enemy. is a parricide upon a fearfully great scale?" "I don't know anything about that. the case would only be still mor e aggravated. de Villefort. de Villefort!" said Renee. "Bravo!" cried one of the guests." "Oh. five or six times. I have already recorded sentence of dea th. however. I will not fail to offer you the choice of being present. agitated. and only waiting a favorable oppor tunity to be buried in my heart?" "Gracious heavens.well. that one accu stomed. against the movers of political conspiracies. in order to lash one's self into a state of sufficient vehemence and power. "and in the interesti ng trial that young lady is anxious to witness. you killed him ere the executioner had laid his hand upon him. I leave you to judge how far your nerves are calculated t o bear you through such a scene. "don't you see h ow you are frightening us? -. can you expect for an instant. for instance.a drama of life. No." replied Renee. don't you see. Renee." said a second. one requires the excitement of being hateful in the eyes of the accused." replied the young magistrate with a smile. and as though beaten out of all composure by the fire of my eloquence. M. "i t matters very little what is done to them." said Renee. for. and alarmed. "What a splendid business that last case of yours was. "but. to have served under Napoleon -. -is removed from your sight merely to be reconducted to his prison and delivered up to the executioner. the king is the father of his people." "For shame. as for parricides.have you not? -." "What would you have? 'Tis like a duel. my pride is to s ee the accused pale. "inasmuch as. you behold in a la w-court a case of real and genuine distress -. certainly. I am told it is so very amusing!" "Amusing. The prisoner who m you there see pale. than to slaughter his fellow-creatures.and yet you laugh. "you surely are not in earnest. becoming more and more terrifi ed. instead of shedding tears as at the fictitious tale of woe produced at a theatre. Of this." "Indeed I am. you h ave promised me -." replied the young man." Renee uttered a smothered exclamation. I would not choose to see the man agai nst whom I pleaded smile. as though in mockery of my words. "that is what I call talking to some purpose. M. and who can say how many daggers may be ready sharpened. and he who shall plot or cont rive aught against the life and safety of the parent of thirty-two millions of s ouls. merely because bidden to do so by one he is bound to obey? Besides. that he may recommence his mimic woes on the morrow. and such dreadful people as that. instead of -. be assured.

"I cannot help regretting you had not chosen some other pro fession than your own -. who. "that is exactly what I myself said the other day at the Tuileries. and I assur e you he seemed fully to comprehend that this mode of reconciling political diff erences was based upon sound and excellent principles. I hope so -. for he has to atone for past dereliction. my child. "Madame. witho ut our suspecting least." cried the marquis. my dear Villefort. `Villefort' -. "attend to your doves. I should myself have recommended the match. 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.a better royalist. your lap-dogs." cried the Comte de Salvieux. much as he would have done had he been addressing the bench in open court. decided preference a nd conviction. "I cannot speak Latin. who will b e sure to make a figure in his profession." "My love. if so. he will have achieved a noble work.observe that the king did not pronounce the word Noirtier." said Villefort with a bow. ' said his majesty." "And one which will go far to efface the recollection of his father's conduct. when questioned by his majes ty's principal chamberlain touching the singularity of an alliance between the s on of a Girondin and the daughter of an officer of the Duc de Conde. "you and I will always consult upon our verdicts." whispered Villefort. had overheard our conversation." responded the marquise." "That is true." said Renee. when he went six months ago to consult him upon the subject of your espousing his daughter. he will co nfess that they perfectly agree with what his majesty said to him." added the incorrigible marquise. while I have no other impulse than warm. as he gazed with unutterable tendernes s on the lovely speaker. "I give you his very words.abjured his past erro rs." answered the marquis. I like him much. de Villefort may prove the moral and political physician of this province. There is a wise Latin proverb that is very much in point. "Let us hope. and that he is.a physician. had not the noble marquis anticipated my wishes by requesting my consent to it. `is a young man of great judgment and discretion.`Villefort. good Renee." "Cedant arma togae." answered Villefort." said the marquise." replied Villefort. interrupted us by saying. "that M. and embroid ery. than his son. Villefort looked carefully around to mark the effect of his oratory. at the present moment. and if the marquis chooses to be candid. placed considerable emphasis on that of Villefort -. "Well. Do you know I always felt a shudder at the idea of even a destroying angel?" "Dear. possibly. "I have already had the hon or to observe that my father has -. a firm and zealous friend to religion and order -. . but. with a mournful smile. for instance. "Do you know. Then the king. Nowadays the military pr ofession is in abeyance and the magisterial robe is the badge of honor.'" "Is it possible the king could have condescended so far as to express himself s o favorably of me?" asked the enraptured Villefort."Make yourself quite easy on that point." Having made this well-turned speech. o n the contrary. with one of his s weetest smiles. but do not meddle with what you do not understand.

and certainly his handsome f eatures." interposed Renee. if my information prove correct. returned. at least.then I shall be contente d. a servant entered the room. you mus t desire for me some of those violent and dangerous diseases from the cure of wh ich so much honor redounds to the physician. after having touched at Naples and Porto-Ferra jo. his whole face beaming wi th delight. Ample corroboration of this statement may be obtained by arresting the above-mentione d Edmond Dantes. has been the bearer of a letter from Murat to the usurper. "I will read you the letter containing the accusation. "I love to see you thus. he would be most welcome. this day arrived from Smyrna. Well. with an air of deep interest. de Villefort's hands. who either carries the letter for Paris about with him. turning pale. however. Now. "I trust your wishes will not pro sper. that one named Edmond Dantes. "You were wishing just now. which bids fair to make work for the executioner. I at least resemble the disciples of Esculapius i n one thing -. or any other sligh t affection of the epidermis." "Can I believe my ears?" cried the marquise. then it will assuredly be discovered in the cabin belonging to the said Dan tes on board the Pharaon. -." "How dreadful!" exclaimed Renee. measles. and that Providence will only permit petty offenders." "Just the same as though you prayed that a physician might only be called upon to prescribe for headaches. and the stings of wasps. addressing her.that of not being able to call a day my own." said Villefor t: -"`The king's attorney is informed by a friend to the throne and the religions i nstitutions of his country. dear mother. If you wish to see me the king's attorney." cried the marquise. "Why. mate of the ship Phara on. not even that of my betrothal." "For my part." said Villefort. were a conspirator to fall into your hands." At this moment."How much do I owe this gracious prince! What is there I would not do to evince my earnest gratitude!" "That is right. and as though the utterance of Villefort's wish had sufficed to effect its accomplishment. and whispered a few word s in his ear. "Is it possible?" burst simultaneously from all who were near enough to the mag istrate to hear his words. poor debtors. or has it at his father's abode. "that I were a doc tor instead of a lawyer. a sort of Bonaparte conspiracy has just been discovered. seeme d formed to excite the innocent admiration with which she gazed on her graceful and intelligent lover.'" . he soon. Renee regarded him with fond affection. "For a very serious matter. lit up as they then were with more than usual fire and animation. Should it not be found in the possession of father or son." "And wherefore were you called away just now?" asked Mademoiselle de Saint-Mera n. and again taken c harge of another letter from the usurper to the Bonapartist club in Paris. Villefort immediately rose from table and quitted the room upon th e plea of urgent business. then. and mi serable cheats to fall into M.

and looking towards her lover w ith piteous earnestness. "Nay." "And where is the unfortunate being?" asked Renee. "Never mind that foolish girl. then. "and rely upon it. and must go wherever that service c alls you. as it should have been. and leaning over her chair said tenderly. opened hi s letters." sighed poor Renee. "your folly exceeds all bo unds." So saying. You know we cannot yet pronounce him guilty." The young man passed round to the side of the table where the fair pleader sat. than he assumed the grave air of a man . come. but to the king's attorney. took upon himself to give the necessary orders for arresting the accused party. I should be glad to know what connection there can possibly be between you r sickly sentimentality and the affairs of the state!" "O mother!" murmured Renee." interrupted the marquise. say the accused person." "He is in safe custody. he sent for me. is but an anonymous scrawl. I promise to show all the lenity in my p ower. Madame de Saint-Meran extended her dry bony han d to Villefort." "Then the guilty person is absolutely in custody?" said the marquise." then casting an expressive glance at his betrothed. "Fear not." said Renee. dear mother. his secretary. No sooner had Villefort left the salon. "be merciful on this the day of our betrothal. if the letter i s found." answered Villefort. "Upon my word. my sweet Renee. lo oked at Renee. "He is at my house. by his orders. but if the charges brought against this Bonapartist hero prove correct. which. but that gentleman being absent. for your dea r sake my justice shall be tempered with mercy." "These are mournful auspices to accompany a betrothal. as much as to say. he will not be likely to be trusted abroad again. "She will soon ge t over these things. I pray you pardon this little traitor. You are the king's servant." "True. you really must give me leave to order his head to be cut off. "Nay. which seemed to say. "do not neglect your duty to linger with us." said the marquise." Renee s huddered. is not even addressed to you. after all. child!" exclaimed the angry marquise. -"To give you pleasure." "Come. who." and receiving a sweet and appro ving smile in return. I will be most inflexibly severe. "I must try and fancy 'tis your dear hand I ki ss." "O Villefort!" cried Renee. Villefort quitted the room. my friend. wh y. "this letter. Chapter 7 The Examination. I promise you that to make up for her want of loyalty. madame. but not finding me. while imprinting a son-in-law's respectful salute on it. clasping her hands. thinking this one of importance. unless he goes forth under the especial protection of the headsman."But. Villefort.

he is very young. I beseech your indulgence for him. M orrel to the plebeian. though only twenty-seven." "Oh. which were very great." "We know nothing as yet of the conspiracy. and belonging to Morrel & Son. he held a high official situation. the other suspected of Bonapart ism. as if he wished to apply them to t he owner himself. politically spe aking. monsieur. there is not a better seaman in all the merchant service. Now. and which might interfere. Mademoiselle de Saint-Meran's family possesse d considerable political influence. mate of my vessel. -"You are aware. a nd you have acted rightly in arresting this man. A lready rich. and I do. in spite of the mobil ity of his countenance. The dowry of his wife amounted to fifty thousand crowns. "I have read the letter. and said. the prospect of seeing her fortune increased to half a million at her father' s death. and the best seaman in the merchant service. and he had. exert in his fa vor. "and I am now going to examine him. beside s. which they would. and as Villefort had arrived at the corner of the Rue des Conse ils. as we have seen. and yet be. while his eyes seemed to plunge into the heart of one who. and besides her personal a ttractions." "How old?" "Nineteen or twenty at the most. like a finished actor. and replied. He was about to marry a young and charming woman. whom he loved." "I know it. it was M. The sight of this officer recalled Villefort from the third heaven to earth. "I am delighted to see you. Except the recollection of the line of politics his fathe r had adopted. Gerard de Villefort was as happy as a man could be. carried away by his friendship. belonged to the aristocratic party at Marseilles. sir. that a man may be estimable and trustworthy in privat e life. de Villefort. of course." Villefort.who holds the balance of life and death in his hands. At the door he met the commissary of police." "Before he entered the merchant service. trading in cotton with Alexandr ia and Smyrna. he composed his face." cried he. it was by no means easy for him to assume an air of judicial severity." At this moment. "you do not know him. monsieur. who seemed to have been waiting for him. all the papers found have been sealed up and placed on your desk. He is the most estimable. "Ah. de Villefort. had he ever served in the marines?" "Oh. Villefort looked disdainfully at Morrel. with his own career." replied Villefort.they have just arrested Edmond Dantes. as became a deputy attorney of the king. who was waiting for him. unless he acted with the greatest prud ence. monsieur. as we have before described. now inform me what you have dis covered concerning him and the conspiracy. The prisoner himself is named Edmond Dan tes. M. a man. Some of your peopl e have committed the strangest mistake -. monsieur. M. the command of which. he had care fully studied before the glass. a great criminal. and I will venture to say. These considerations naturally gave Villefort a feeling of such complet e felicity that his mind was fairly dazzled in its contemplation." said Morrel. int . no. approached. O h. of Marseilles. but reasonably. the first was a royalist. the most trustworthy creature in the world. mate on board the three-master the Pharaon. Morre l. not passionately. Is it not true?" The magistrate laid emphasis on these words.

looked round for a seat. who. ah." murmured he. embarrassed him. however." This give us sounded revolutionary in the deputy's e ars. "What were you doing at the moment you were arrested?" "I was at the festival of my marriage. he entered. and sat down. and taking a packet which a gendarme offered him." returned Dantes. in the midst of whom." "Your age?" continued Villefort. the feelings of compassion that were rising. had himself need of indulgence. who stood. already. Villefort's first impression was favorable. be guilty. stood the prisoner. "Nineteen. however. and saluting his judge with easy politeness.that look peculiar to t he magistrate. betrays nothin g of his own. -. grim and sombre. that his protector thus employs the collective form? He was.erceding for another. An instant after Dantes entered. and that if he be innoc ent you shall not have appealed to me in vain. Morrel's salon. composed his features. cast a side glance at Dantes. in an hour's time. carefully watched. while seeming to read the thoughts of others. besides. He was pale. which adjoined the Palais d e Justice. and that. and what the emperor had said to him. and give him back to us soon. Villefort traversed the ante-chamber. cont aining information relative to the prisoner. so great was the contrast between the s ombre aspect of M. but calm and smiling. for his o wn conscience was not quite clear on politics. "I am mate of the Pha raon. It was then tha t he encountered for the first time Villefort's look. saying. as if he had been in M. "Bring in the prisoner." As he had now arrived at the door of his own house. "You were at the festival of your marriage?" said the deputy. "Ah. "My name is Edmond Dantes. "Monsieur. He replied." said the young man. de Villefort and the radiant face of Mercedes. turning over a pile of papers. that he applied the maxi m to the impression. He stifled . on the spot where Villefort had left him. shuddering in spi . He had recognized intelligence in the high fore head. belonging to Messrs. courage in the dark eye and bent brow. thanks to the corrupt espionage of which "the accused" is always ma de the victim. de Villefort. monsieur. forgetting the difference between the two words. y ou may rest assured I shall perform my duty impartially. and I must do m y duty. "is Dantes then a member of some Carbonari society. so great was the contrast between that happy moment and the painful ceremony he was now undergoing. M. coldly saluted the shipowner. had swelled to voluminous proportions. after having. should he. be. kind and equitable. that a police agent had given to hi m on his entry. in this present epoch. -"I entreat you." Rapid as had been Villefort's glance. impunity would furnish a dangerous example." Then he added. at his desk. and frankness in the thick lips tha t showed a set of pearly teeth. therefore. as if petrified. but calm and collected. if I recollect. disa ppeared. The ante-chamber was fu ll of police agents and gendarmes. Morrel & Son. what Dantes had told him of his interview with the grand-marshal. "Who and what are you?" demanded Villefort. Morrel reddened. in company with a great many others. as you always are. arreste d in a tavern. but he had been so often warned to mistrust first impulses. it had served to give him an idea of the man he was about to interrogate." replied the young man calmly. his voice slightly tremulous.

te of himself. "Yes, monsieur; I am on the point of marrying a young girl I have been attached to for three years." Villefort, impassive as he was, was struck with this coinc idence; and the tremulous voice of Dantes, surprised in the midst of his happine ss, struck a sympathetic chord in his own bosom -- he also was on the point of b eing married, and he was summoned from his own happiness to destroy that of anot her. "This philosophic reflection," thought he, "will make a great sensation at M. de Saint-Meran's;" and he arranged mentally, while Dantes awaited further que stions, the antithesis by which orators often create a reputation for eloquence. When this speech was arranged, Villefort turned to Dantes. "Go on, sir," said he. "What would you have me say?" "Give all the information in your power." "Tell me on which point you desire information, and I will tell all I know; onl y," added he, with a smile, "I warn you I know very little." "Have you served under the usurper?" "I was about to be mustered into the Royal Marines when he fell." "It is reported your political opinions are extreme," said Villefort, who had n ever heard anything of the kind, but was not sorry to make this inquiry, as if i t were an accusation. "My political opinions!" replied Dantes. "Alas, sir, I never had any opinions. I am hardly nineteen; I know nothing; I have no part to play. If I obtain the si tuation I desire, I shall owe it to M. Morrel. Thus all my opinions -- I will no t say public, but private -- are confined to these three sentiment, -- I love my father, I respect M. Morrel, and I adore Mercedes. This, sir, is all I can tell you, and you see how uninteresting it is." As Dantes spoke, Villefort gazed at his ingenuous and open countenance, and recollected the words of Renee, who, wit hout knowing who the culprit was, had besought his indulgence for him. With the deputy's knowledge of crime and criminals, every word the young man uttered conv inced him more and more of his innocence. This lad, for he was scarcely a man, - simple, natural, eloquent with that eloquence of the heart never found when so ught for; full of affection for everybody, because he was happy, and because hap piness renders even the wicked good -- extended his affection even to his judge, spite of Villefort's severe look and stern accent. Dantes seemed full of kindne ss. "Pardieu," said Villefort, "he is a noble fellow. I hope I shall gain Renee's f avor easily by obeying the first command she ever imposed on me. I shall have at least a pressure of the hand in public, and a sweet kiss in private." Full of t his idea, Villefort's face became so joyous, that when he turned to Dantes, the latter, who had watched the change on his physiognomy, was smiling also. "Sir," said Villefort, "have you any enemies, at least, that you know." "I have enemies?" replied Dantes; "my position is not sufficiently elevated for that. As for my disposition, that is, perhaps, somewhat too hasty; but I have s triven to repress it. I have had ten or twelve sailors under me, and if you ques tion them, they will tell you that they love and respect me, not as a father, fo r I am too young, but as an elder brother." "But you may have excited jealousy. You are about to become captain at nineteen

-- an elevated post; you are about to marry a pretty girl, who loves you; and t hese two pieces of good fortune may have excited the envy of some one." "You are right; you know men better than I do, and what you say may possibly be the case, I confess; but if such persons are among my acquaintances I prefer no t to know it, because then I should be forced to hate them." "You are wrong; you should always strive to see clearly around you. You seem a worthy young man; I will depart from the strict line of my duty to aid you in di scovering the author of this accusation. Here is the paper; do you know the writ ing?" As he spoke, Villefort drew the letter from his pocket, and presented it t o Dantes. Dantes read it. A cloud passed over his brow as he said, -"No, monsieur, I do not know the writing, and yet it is tolerably plain. Whoeve r did it writes well. I am very fortunate," added he, looking gratefully at Vill efort, "to be examined by such a man as you; for this envious person is a real e nemy." And by the rapid glance that the young man's eyes shot forth, Villefort s aw how much energy lay hid beneath this mildness. "Now," said the deputy, "answer me frankly, not as a prisoner to a judge, but a s one man to another who takes an interest in him, what truth is there in the ac cusation contained in this anonymous letter?" And Villefort threw disdainfully o n his desk the letter Dantes had just given back to him. "None at all. I will tell you the real facts. I swear by my honor as a sailor, by my love for Mercedes, by the life of my father" -"Speak, monsieur," said Villefort. Then, internally, "If Renee could see me, I hope she would be satisfied, and would no longer call me a decapitator." "Well, when we quitted Naples, Captain Leclere was attacked with a brain fever. As we had no doctor on board, and he was so anxious to arrive at Elba, that he would not touch at any other port, his disorder rose to such a height, that at t he end of the third day, feeling he was dying, he called me to him. `My dear Dan tes,' said he, `swear to perform what I am going to tell you, for it is a matter of the deepest importance.' "`I swear, captain,' replied I. "`Well, as after my death the command devolves on you as mate, assume the comma nd, and bear up for the Island of Elba, disembark at Porto-Ferrajo, ask for the grand-marshal, give him this letter -- perhaps they will give you another letter , and charge you with a commission. You will accomplish what I was to have done, and derive all the honor and profit from it.' "`I will do it, captain; but perhaps I shall not be admitted to the grand marsh al's presence as easily as you expect?' "`Here is a ring that will obtain audience of him, and remove every difficulty, ' said the captain. At these words he gave me a ring. It was time -- two hours a fter he was delirious; the next day he died." "And what did you do then?" "What I ought to have done, and what every one would have done in my place. Eve rywhere the last requests of a dying man are sacred; but with a sailor the last requests of his superior are commands. I sailed for the Island of Elba, where I arrived the next day; I ordered everybody to remain on board, and went on shore alone. As I had expected, I found some difficulty in obtaining access to the gra nd-marshal; but I sent the ring I had received from the captain to him, and was

instantly admitted. He questioned me concerning Captain Leclere's death; and, as the latter had told me, gave me a letter to carry on to a person in Paris. I un dertook it because it was what my captain had bade me do. I landed here, regulat ed the affairs of the vessel, and hastened to visit my affianced bride, whom I f ound more lovely than ever. Thanks to M. Morrel, all the forms were got over; in a word I was, as I told you, at my marriage-feast; and I should have been marri ed in an hour, and to-morrow I intended to start for Paris, had I not been arres ted on this charge which you as well as I now see to be unjust." "Ah," said Villefort, "this seems to me the truth. If you have been culpable, i t was imprudence, and this imprudence was in obedience to the orders of your cap tain. Give up this letter you have brought from Elba, and pass your word you wil l appear should you be required, and go and rejoin your friends. "I am free, then, sir?" cried Dantes joyfully. "Yes; but first give me this letter." "You have it already, for it was taken from me with some others which I see in that packet." "Stop a moment," said the deputy, as Dantes took his hat and gloves. "To whom i s it addressed?" "To Monsieur Noirtier, Rue Coq-Heron, Paris." Had a thunderbolt fallen into the room, Villefort could not have been more stupefied. He sank into his seat, and hastily turning over the packet, drew forth the fatal letter, at which he glance d with an expression of terror. "M. Noirtier, Rue Coq-Heron, No. 13," murmured he, growing still paler. "Yes," said Dantes; "do you know him?" "No," replied Villefort; "a faithful servant of the king does not know conspira tors." "It is a conspiracy, then?" asked Dantes, who after believing himself free, now began to feel a tenfold alarm. "I have, however, already told you, sir, I was e ntirely ignorant of the contents of the letter." "Yes; but you knew the name of the person to whom it was addressed," said Ville fort. "I was forced to read the address to know to whom to give it." "Have you shown this letter to any one?" asked Villefort, becoming still more p ale. "To no one, on my honor." "Everybody is ignorant that you are the bearer of a letter from the Island of E lba, and addressed to M. Noirtier?" "Everybody, except the person who gave it to me." "And that was too much, far too much," murmured Villefort. Villefort's brow dar kened more and more, his white lips and clinched teeth filled Dantes with appreh ension. After reading the letter, Villefort covered his face with his hands. "Oh," said Dantes timidly, "what is the matter?" Villefort made no answer, but

raised his head at the expiration of a few seconds, and again perused the letter . "And you say that you are ignorant of the contents of this letter?" "I give you my word of honor, sir," said Dantes; "but what is the matter? You a re ill -- shall I ring for assistance? -- shall I call?" "No," said Villefort, rising hastily; "stay where you are. It is for me to give orders here, and not you." "Monsieur," replied Dantes proudly, "it was only to summon assistance for you." "I want none; it was a temporary indisposition. Attend to yourself; answer me." Dantes waited, expecting a question, but in vain. Villefort fell back on his ch air, passed his hand over his brow, moist with perspiration, and, for the third time, read the letter. "Oh, if he knows the contents of this!" murmured he, "and that Noirtier is the father of Villefort, I am lost!" And he fixed his eyes upon Edmond as if he woul d have penetrated his thoughts. "Oh, it is impossible to doubt it," cried he, suddenly. "In heaven's name!" cried the unhappy young man, "if you doubt me, question me; I will answer you." Villefort made a violent effort, and in a tone he strove to render firm, -"Sir," said he, "I am no longer able, as I had hoped, to restore you immediatel y to liberty; before doing so, I must consult the trial justice; what my own fee ling is you already know." "Oh, monsieur," cried Dantes, "you have been rather a friend than a judge." "Well, I must detain you some time longer, but I will strive to make it as shor t as possible. The principal charge against you is this letter, and you see" -Villefort approached the fire, cast it in, and waited until it was entirely cons umed. "You see, I destroy it?" "Oh," exclaimed Dantes, "you are goodness itself." "Listen," continued Villefort; "you can now have confidence in me after what I have done." "Oh, command, and I will obey." "Listen; this is not a command, but advice I give you." "Speak, and I will follow your advice." "I shall detain you until this evening in the Palais de Justice. Should any one else interrogate you, say to him what you have said to me, but do not breathe a word of this letter." "I promise." It was Villefort who seemed to entreat, and the prisoner who reass ured him. "You see," continued he, glancing toward the grate, where fragments of burnt pa

per fluttered in the flames, "the letter is destroyed; you and I alone know of i ts existence; should you, therefore, be questioned, deny all knowledge of it -deny it boldly, and you are saved." "Be satisfied; I will deny it." "It was the only letter you had?" "It was." "Swear it." "I swear it." Villefort rang. A police agent entered. Villefort whispered some words in his e ar, to which the officer replied by a motion of his head. "Follow him," said Villefort to Dantes. Dantes saluted Villefort and retired. H ardly had the door closed when Villefort threw himself half-fainting into a chai r. "Alas, alas," murmured he, "if the procureur himself had been at Marseilles I s hould have been ruined. This accursed letter would have destroyed all my hopes. Oh, my father, must your past career always interfere with my successes?" Sudden ly a light passed over his face, a smile played round his set mouth, and his hag gard eyes were fixed in thought. "This will do," said he, "and from this letter, which might have ruined me, I w ill make my fortune. Now to the work I have in hand." And after having assured h imself that the prisoner was gone, the deputy procureur hastened to the house of his betrothed. Chapter 8 The Chateau D'If. The commissary of police, as he traversed the ante-chamber, made a sign to two gendarmes, who placed themselves one on Dantes' right and the other on his left. A door that communicated with the Palais de Justice was opened, and they went t hrough a long range of gloomy corridors, whose appearance might have made even t he boldest shudder. The Palais de Justice communicated with the prison, -- a som bre edifice, that from its grated windows looks on the clock-tower of the Accoul es. After numberless windings, Dantes saw a door with an iron wicket. The commis sary took up an iron mallet and knocked thrice, every blow seeming to Dantes as if struck on his heart. The door opened, the two gendarmes gently pushed him for ward, and the door closed with a loud sound behind him. The air he inhaled was n o longer pure, but thick and mephitic, -- he was in prison. He was conducted to a tolerably neat chamber, but grated and barred, and its appearance, therefore, did not greatly alarm him; besides, the words of Villefort, who seemed to intere st himself so much, resounded still in his ears like a promise of freedom. It wa s four o'clock when Dantes was placed in this chamber. It was, as we have said, the 1st of March, and the prisoner was soon buried in darkness. The obscurity au gmented the acuteness of his hearing; at the slightest sound he rose and hastene d to the door, convinced they were about to liberate him, but the sound died awa y, and Dantes sank again into his seat. At last, about ten o'clock, and just as Dantes began to despair, steps were heard in the corridor, a key turned in the l ock, the bolts creaked, the massy oaken door flew open, and a flood of light fro m two torches pervaded the apartment. By the torchlight Dantes saw the glitterin g sabres and carbines of four gendarmes. He had advanced at first, but stopped a t the sight of this display of force.

"Are you come to fetch me?" asked he. "Yes," replied a gendarme. "By the orders of the deputy procureur?" "I believe so." The conviction that they came from M. de Villefort relieved all Dantes' apprehensions; he advanced calmly, and placed himself in the centre of the escort. A carriage waited at the door, the coachman was on the box, and a po lice officer sat beside him. "Is this carriage for me?" said Dantes. "It is for you," replied a gendarme. Dantes was about to speak; but feeling himself urged forward, and having neithe r the power nor the intention to resist, he mounted the steps, and was in an ins tant seated inside between two gendarmes; the two others took their places oppos ite, and the carriage rolled heavily over the stones. The prisoner glanced at the windows -- they were grated; he had changed his pri son for another that was conveying him he knew not whither. Through the grating, however, Dantes saw they were passing through the Rue Caisserie, and by the Rue Saint-Laurent and the Rue Taramis, to the port. Soon he saw the lights of La Co nsigne. The carriage stopped, the officer descended, approached the guardhouse, a dozen soldiers came out and formed themselves in order; Dantes saw the reflection of their muskets by the light of the lamps on the quay. "Can all this force be summoned on my account?" thought he. The officer opened the door, which was locked, and, without speaking a word, an swered Dantes' question; for he saw between the ranks of the soldiers a passage formed from the carriage to the port. The two gendarmes who were opposite to him descended first, then he was ordered to alight and the gendarmes on each side o f him followed his example. They advanced towards a boat, which a custom-house o fficer held by a chain, near the quay. The soldiers looked at Dantes with an air of stupid curiosity. In an instant he was placed in the stern-sheets of the boat, between the gendarmes, while the of ficer stationed himself at the bow; a shove sent the boat adrift, and four sturd y oarsmen impelled it rapidly towards the Pilon. At a shout from the boat, the c hain that closes the mouth of the port was lowered and in a second they were, as Dantes knew, in the Frioul and outside the inner harbor. The prisoner's first feeling was of joy at again breathing the pure air -- for air is freedom; but he soon sighed, for he passed before La Reserve, where he ha d that morning been so happy, and now through the open windows came the laughter and revelry of a ball. Dantes folded his hands, raised his eyes to heaven, and prayed fervently. The boat continued her voyage. They had passed the Tete de Morte, were now off the Anse du Pharo, and about to double the battery. This manoeuvre was incompreh ensible to Dantes. "Whither are you taking me?" asked he. "You will soon know."

"But still" -"We are forbidden to give you any explanation." Dantes, trained in discipline, knew that nothing would be more absurd than to question subordinates, who were f orbidden to reply; and so he remained silent. The most vague and wild thoughts passed through his mind. The boat they were in could not make a long voyage; there was no vessel at anchor outside the harbor; he thought, perhaps, they were going to leave him on some distant point. He was not bound, nor had they made any attempt to handcuff him; this seemed a good au gury. Besides, had not the deputy, who had been so kind to him, told him that pr ovided he did not pronounce the dreaded name of Noirtier, he had nothing to appr ehend? Had not Villefort in his presence destroyed the fatal letter, the only pr oof against him? He waited silently, striving to pierce through the darkness. They had left the Ile Ratonneau, where the lighthouse were now opposite the Point des Catalans. It seemed to d distinguish a feminine form on the beach, for it was was it that a presentiment did not warn Mercedes that e hundred yards of her? stood, on the right, and the prisoner that he coul there Mercedes dwelt. How her lover was within thre

One light alone was visible; and Dantes saw that it came from Mercedes' chamber . Mercedes was the only one awake in the whole settlement. A loud cry could be h eard by her. But pride restrained him and he did not utter it. What would his gu ards think if they heard him shout like a madman? He remained silent, his eyes fixed upon the light; the boat went on, but the pr isoner thought only of Mercedes. An intervening elevation of land hid the light. Dantes turned and perceived that they had got out to sea. While he had been abs orbed in thought, they had shipped their oars and hoisted sail; the boat was now moving with the wind. In spite of his repugnance to address the guards, Dantes turned to the nearest gendarme, and taking his hand, -"Comrade," said he, "I adjure you, as a Christian and a soldier, to tell me whe re we are going. I am Captain Dantes, a loyal Frenchman, thought accused of trea son; tell me where you are conducting me, and I promise you on my honor I will s ubmit to my fate." The gendarme looked irresolutely at his companion, who returned for answer a si gn that said, "I see no great harm in telling him now," and the gendarme replied , -"You are a native of Marseilles, and a sailor, and yet you do not know where yo u are going?" "On my honor, I have no idea." "Have you no idea whatever?" "None at all." "That is impossible." "I swear to you it is true. Tell me, I entreat."

"But my orders." "Your orders do not forbid your telling me what I must know in ten minutes, in half an hour, or an hour. You see I cannot escape, even if I intended." "Unless you are blind, or have never been outside the harbor, you must know." "I do not." "Look round you then." Dantes rose and looked forward, when he saw rise within a hundred yards of him the black and frowning rock on which stands the Chateau d 'If. This gloomy fortress, which has for more than three hundred years furnished food for so many wild legends, seemed to Dantes like a scaffold to a malefactor . "The Chateau d'If?" cried he, "what are we going there for?" The gendarme smile d. "I am not going there to be imprisoned," said Dantes; "it is only used for poli tical prisoners. I have committed no crime. Are there any magistrates or judges at the Chateau d'If?" "There are only," said the gendarme, "a governor, a garrison, turnkeys, and goo d thick walls. Come, come, do not look so astonished, or you will make me think you are laughing at me in return for my good nature." Dantes pressed the gendarm e's hand as though he would crush it. "You think, then," said he, "that I am taken to the Chateau d'If to be imprison ed there?" "It is probable; but there is no occasion to squeeze so hard." "Without any inquiry, without any formality?" "All the formalities have been gone through; the inquiry is already made." "And so, in spite of M. de Villefort's promises?" "I do not know what M. de Villefort promised you," said the gendarme, "but I kn ow we are taking you to the Chateau d'If. But what are you doing? Help, comrades , help!" By a rapid movement, which the gendarme's practiced eye had perceived, Dantes s prang forward to precipitate himself into the sea; but four vigorous arms seized him as his feet quitted the bottom of the boat. He fell back cursing with rage. "Good!" said the gendarme, placing his knee on his chest; "believe soft-spoken gentlemen again! Harkye, my friend, I have disobeyed my first order, but I will not disobey the second; and if you move, I will blow your brains out." And he le velled his carbine at Dantes, who felt the muzzle against his temple. For a moment the idea of struggling crossed his mind, and of so ending the unex pected evil that had overtaken him. But he bethought him of M. de Villefort's pr omise; and, besides, death in a boat from the hand of a gendarme seemed too terr ible. He remained motionless, but gnashing his teeth and wringing his hands with fury. At this moment the boat came to a landing with a violent shock. One of the sail ors leaped on shore, a cord creaked as it ran through a pulley, and Dantes guess ed they were at the end of the voyage, and that they were mooring the boat.

His guards, taking him by the arms and coat-collar, forced him to rise, and dra gged him towards the steps that lead to the gate of the fortress, while the poli ce officer carrying a musket with fixed bayonet followed behind. Dantes made no resistance; he was like a man in a dream: he saw soldiers drawn up on the embankment; he knew vaguely that he was ascending a flight of steps; h e was conscious that he passed through a door, and that the door closed behind h im; but all this indistinctly as through a mist. He did not even see the ocean, that terrible barrier against freedom, which the prisoners look upon with utter despair. They halted for a minute, during which he strove to collect his thoughts. He lo oked around; he was in a court surrounded by high walls; he heard the measured t read of sentinels, and as they passed before the light he saw the barrels of the ir muskets shine. They waited upwards of ten minutes. Certain Dantes could not escape, the gendar mes released him. They seemed awaiting orders. The orders came. "Where is the prisoner?" said a voice. "Here," replied the gendarmes. "Let him follow me; I will take him to his cell." "Go!" said the gendarmes, thrusting Dantes forward. The prisoner followed his guide, who led him into a room almost under ground, w hose bare and reeking walls seemed as though impregnated with tears; a lamp plac ed on a stool illumined the apartment faintly, and showed Dantes the features of his conductor, an under-jailer, ill-clothed, and of sullen appearance. "Here is your chamber for to-night," said he. "It is late, and the governor is asleep. To-morrow, perhaps, he may change you. In the meantime there is bread, w ater, and fresh straw; and that is all a prisoner can wish for. Goodnight." And before Dantes could open his mouth -- before he had noticed where the jailer pla ced his bread or the water -- before he had glanced towards the corner where the straw was, the jailer disappeared, taking with him the lamp and closing the doo r, leaving stamped upon the prisoner's mind the dim reflection of the dripping w alls of his dungeon. Dantes was alone in darkness and in silence -- cold as the shadows that he felt breathe on his burning forehead. With the first dawn of day the jailer returned , with orders to leave Dantes where he was. He found the prisoner in the same po sition, as if fixed there, his eyes swollen with weeping. He had passed the nigh t standing, and without sleep. The jailer advanced; Dantes appeared not to perce ive him. He touched him on the shoulder. Edmond started. "Have you not slept?" said the jailer. "I do not know," replied Dantes. The jailer stared. "Are you hungry?" continued he. "I do not know." "Do you wish for anything?" "I wish to see the governor." The jailer shrugged his shoulders and left the ch

amber. Dantes followed him with his eyes, and stretched forth his hands towards the op en door; but the door closed. All his emotion then burst forth; he cast himself on the ground, weeping bitterly, and asking himself what crime he had committed that he was thus punished. The day passed thus; he scarcely tasted food, but walked round and round the ce ll like a wild beast in its cage. One thought in particular tormented him: namel y, that during his journey hither he had sat so still, whereas he might, a dozen times, have plunged into the sea, and, thanks to his powers of swimming, for wh ich he was famous, have gained the shore, concealed himself until the arrival of a Genoese or Spanish vessel, escaped to Spain or Italy, where Mercedes and his father could have joined him. He had no fears as to how he should live -- good s eamen are welcome everywhere. He spoke Italian like a Tuscan, and Spanish like a Castilian; he would have been free, and happy with Mercedes and his father, whe reas he was now confined in the Chateau d'If, that impregnable fortress, ignoran t of the future destiny of his father and Mercedes; and all this because he had trusted to Villefort's promise. The thought was maddening, and Dantes threw hims elf furiously down on his straw. The next morning at the same hour, the jailer c ame again. "Well," said the jailer, "are you more reasonable to-day?" Dantes made no reply . "Come, cheer up; is there anything that I can do for you?" "I wish to see the governor." "I have already told you it was impossible." "Why so?" "Because it is against prison rules, and prisoners must not even ask for it." "What is allowed, then?" "Better fare, if you pay for it, books, and leave to walk about." "I do not want books, I am satisfied with my food, and do not care to walk abou t; but I wish to see the governor." "If you worry me by repeating the same thing, I will not bring you any more to eat." "Well, then," said Edmond, "if you do not, I shall die of hunger -- that is all ." The jailer saw by his tone he would be happy to die; and as every prisoner is w orth ten sous a day to his jailer, he replied in a more subdued tone. "What you ask is impossible; but if you are very well behaved you will be allow ed to walk about, and some day you will meet the governor, and if he chooses to reply, that is his affair." "But," asked Dantes, "how long shall I have to wait?" "Ah, a month -- six months -- a year." "It is too long a time. I wish to see him at once."

"Ah," said the jailer, "do not always brood over what is impossible, or you wil l be mad in a fortnight." "You think so?" "Yes; we have an instance here; it was by always offering a million of francs t o the governor for his liberty that an abbe became mad, who was in this chamber before you." "How long has he left it?" "Two years." "Was he liberated, then?" "No; he was put in a dungeon." "Listen!" said Dantes. "I am not an abbe, I am not mad; perhaps I shall be, but at present, unfortunately, I am not. I will make you another offer." "What is that?" "I do not offer you a million, because I have it not; but I will give you a hun dred crowns if, the first time you go to Marseilles, you will seek out a young g irl named Mercedes, at the Catalans, and give her two lines from me." "If I took them, and were detected, I should lose my place, which is worth two thousand francs a year; so that I should be a great fool to run such a risk for three hundred." "Well," said Dantes, "mark this; if you refuse at least to tell Mercedes I am h ere, I will some day hide myself behind the door, and when you enter I will dash out your brains with this stool." "Threats!" cried the jailer, retreating and putting himself on the defensive; " you are certainly going mad. The abbe began like you, and in three days you will be like him, mad enough to tie up; but, fortunately, there are dungeons here." Dantes whirled the stool round his head. "All right, all right," said the jailer; "all right, since you will have it so. I will send word to the governor." "Very well," returned Dantes, dropping the stool and sitting on it as if he wer e in reality mad. The jailer went out, and returned in an instant with a corpora l and four soldiers. "By the governor's orders," said he, "conduct the prisoner to the tier beneath. " "To the dungeon, then," said the corporal. "Yes; we must put the madman with the madmen." The soldiers seized Dantes, who followed passively. He descended fifteen steps, and the door of a dungeon was opened, and he was th rust in. The door closed, and Dantes advanced with outstretched hands until he t ouched the wall; he then sat down in the corner until his eyes became accustomed to the darkness. The jailer was right; Dantes wanted but little of being utterl y mad.

Chapter 9 The Evening of the Betrothal. Villefort had, as we have said, hastened back to Madame de Saint-Meran's in the Place du Grand Cours, and on entering the house found that the guests whom he h ad left at table were taking coffee in the salon. Renee was, with all the rest o f the company, anxiously awaiting him, and his entrance was followed by a genera l exclamation. "Well, Decapitator, Guardian of the State, Royalist, Brutus, what is the matter ?" said one. "Speak out." "Are we threatened with a fresh Reign of Terror?" asked another. "Has the Corsican ogre broken loose?" cried a third. "Marquise," said Villefort, approaching his future mother-in-law, "I request yo ur pardon for thus leaving you. Will the marquis honor me by a few moments' priv ate conversation?" "Ah, it is really a serious matter, then?" asked the marquis, remarking the clo ud on Villefort's brow. "So serious that I must take leave of you for a few days; so," added he, turnin g to Renee, "judge for yourself if it be not important." "You are going to leave us?" cried Renee, unable to hide her emotion at this un expected announcement. "Alas," returned Villefort, "I must!" "Where, then, are you going?" asked the marquise. "That, madame, is an official secret; but if you have any commissions for Paris , a friend of mine is going there to-night, and will with pleasure undertake the m." The guests looked at each other. "You wish to speak to me alone?" said the marquis. "Yes, let us go to the library, please." The marquis took his arm, and they lef t the salon. "Well," asked he, as soon as they were by themselves, "tell me what it is?" "An affair of the greatest importance, that demands my immediate presence in Pa ris. Now, excuse the indiscretion, marquis, but have you any landed property?" "All my fortune is in the funds; seven or eight hundred thousand francs." "Then sell out -- sell out, marquis, or you will lose it all." "But how can I sell out here?" "You have a broker, have you not?" "Yes." "Then give me a letter to him, and tell him to sell out without an instant's de

lay, perhaps even now I shall arrive too late." "The deuce you say!" replied the marquis, "let us lose no time, then!" And, sitting down, he wrote a letter to his broker, ordering him to sell out at the market price. "Now, then," said Villefort, placing the letter in his pocketbook, "I must have another!" "To whom?" "To the king." "To the king?" "Yes." "I dare not write to his majesty." "I do not ask you to write to his majesty, but ask M. de Salvieux to do so. I w ant a letter that will enable me to reach the king's presence without all the fo rmalities of demanding an audience; that would occasion a loss of precious time. " "But address yourself to the keeper of the seals; he has the right of entry at the Tuileries, and can procure you audience at any hour of the day or night." "Doubtless; but there is no occasion to divide the honors of my discovery with him. The keeper would leave me in the background, and take all the glory to hims elf. I tell you, marquis, my fortune is made if I only reach the Tuileries the f irst, for the king will not forget the service I do him." "In that case go and get ready. I will call Salvieux and make him write the let ter." "Be as quick as possible, I must be on the road in a quarter of an hour." "Tell your coachman to stop at the door." "You will present my excuses to the marquise and Mademoiselle Renee, whom I lea ve on such a day with great regret." "You will find them both here, and can make your farewells in person." "A thousand thanks -- and now for the letter." The marquis rang, a servant entered. "Say to the Comte de Salvieux that I would like to see him." "Now, then, go," said the marquis. "I shall be gone only a few moments." Villefort hastily quitted the apartment, but reflecting that the sight of the d eputy procureur running through the streets would be enough to throw the whole c ity into confusion, he resumed his ordinary pace. At his door he perceived a fig ure in the shadow that seemed to wait for him. It was Mercedes, who, hearing no news of her lover, had come unobserved to inquire after him.

As Villefort drew near, she advanced and stood before him. Dantes had spoken of Mercedes, and Villefort instantly recognized her. Her beauty and high bearing s urprised him, and when she inquired what had become of her lover, it seemed to h im that she was the judge, and he the accused. "The young man you speak of," said Villefort abruptly, "is a great criminal. an d I can do nothing for him, mademoiselle." Mercedes burst into tears, and, as Vi llefort strove to pass her, again addressed him. "But, at least, tell me where he is, that I may know whether he is alive or dea d," said she. "I do not know; he is no longer in my hands," replied Villefort. And desirous of putting an end to the interview, he pushed by her, and closed t he door, as if to exclude the pain he felt. But remorse is not thus banished; li ke Virgil's wounded hero, he carried the arrow in his wound, and, arrived at the salon, Villefort uttered a sigh that was almost a sob, and sank into a chair. Then the first pangs of an unending torture seized upon his heart. The man he s acrificed to his ambition, that innocent victim immolated on the altar of his fa ther's faults, appeared to him pale and threatening, leading his affianced bride by the hand, and bringing with him remorse, not such as the ancients figured, f urious and terrible, but that slow and consuming agony whose pangs are intensifi ed from hour to hour up to the very moment of death. Then he had a moment's hesi tation. He had frequently called for capital punishment on criminals, and owing to his irresistible eloquence they had been condemned, and yet the slightest sha dow of remorse had never clouded Villefort's brow, because they were guilty; at least, he believed so; but here was an innocent man whose happiness he had destr oyed: in this case he was not the judge, but the executioner. As he thus reflected, he felt the sensation we have described, and which had hi therto been unknown to him, arise in his bosom, and fill him with vague apprehen sions. It is thus that a wounded man trembles instinctively at the approach of t he finger to his wound until it be healed, but Villefort's was one of those that never close, or if they do, only close to reopen more agonizing than ever. If a t this moment the sweet voice of Renee had sounded in his ears pleading for merc y, or the fair Mercedes had entered and said, "In the name of God, I conjure you to restore me my affianced husband," his cold and trembling hands would have si gned his release; but no voice broke the stillness of the chamber, and the door was opened only by Villefort's valet, who came to tell him that the travelling c arriage was in readiness. Villefort rose, or rather sprang, from his chair, hastily opened one of the dra wers of his desk, emptied all the gold it contained into his pocket, stood motio nless an instant, his hand pressed to his head, muttered a few inarticulate soun ds, and then, perceiving that his servant had placed his cloak on his shoulders, he sprang into the carriage, ordering the postilions to drive to M. de Saint-Me ran's. The hapless Dantes was doomed. As the marquis had promised, Villefort found the marquise and Renee in waiting. He started when he saw Renee, for he fancied she was again about to plead for D antes. Alas, her emotions were wholly personal: she was thinking only of Villefo rt's departure. She loved Villefort, and he left her at the moment he was about to become her h usband. Villefort knew not when he should return, and Renee, far from pleading f or Dantes, hated the man whose crime separated her from her lover.

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

"That I am exceedingly disquieted, sire." "Really, have you had a vision of the seven fat kine and the seven lean kine?" "No, sire, for that would only betoken for us seven years of plenty and seven y ears of scarcity; and with a king as full of foresight as your majesty, scarcity is not a thing to be feared." "Then of what other scourge are you afraid, my dear Blacas?" "Sire, I have every reason to believe that a storm is brewing in the south." "Well, my dear duke," replied Louis XVIII., "I think you are wrongly informed, and know positively that, on the contrary, it is very fine weather in that direc tion." Man of ability as he was, Louis XVIII. liked a pleasant jest. "Sire," continued M. de Blacas, "if it only be to reassure a faithful servant, will your majesty send into Languedoc, Provence, and Dauphine, trusty men, who w ill bring you back a faithful report as to the feeling in these three provinces? " "Caninus surdis," replied the king, continuing the annotations in his Horace. "Sire," replied the courtier, laughing, in order that he might seem to comprehe nd the quotation, "your majesty may be perfectly right in relying on the good fe eling of France, but I fear I am not altogether wrong in dreading some desperate attempt." "By whom?" "By Bonaparte, or, at least, by his adherents." "My dear Blacas," said the king, "you with your alarms prevent me from working. " "And you, sire, prevent me from sleeping with your security." "Wait, my dear sir, wait a moment; for I have such a delightful note on the Pas tor quum traheret -- wait, and I will listen to you afterwards." There was a brief pause, during which Louis XVIII. wrote, in a hand as small as possible, another note on the margin of his Horace, and then looking at the duk e with the air of a man who thinks he has an idea of his own, while he is only c ommenting upon the idea of another, said, -"Go on, my dear duke, go on -- I listen." "Sire," said Blacas, who had for a moment the hope of sacrificing Villefort to his own profit, "I am compelled to tell you that these are not mere rumors desti tute of foundation which thus disquiet me; but a serious-minded man, deserving a ll my confidence, and charged by me to watch over the south" (the duke hesitated as he pronounced these words), "has arrived by post to tell me that a great per il threatens the king, and so I hastened to you, sire." "Mala ducis avi domum," continued Louis XVIII., still annotating. "Does your majesty wish me to drop the subject?" "By no means, my dear duke; but just stretch out your hand."

Dandre. this demigod. Did you forget that this great man. "th e greatest captains of antiquity amused themselves by casting pebbles into the o cean -..M. his head becomes weaker." continued the minister of police. entered. Sometimes he weeps bitterly. flinging stone s in the water and when the flint makes `duck-and-drake' five or six times. Dandre leaned very respectfully on the back of a chair with his two hands. he a ppears as delighted as if he had gained another Marengo or Austerlitz..the latest news of M. you must agree that these are indubitable symptoms of insanity. sometimes la ughs boisterously. a nd passes whole days in watching his miners at work at Porto-Longone. there. sire?" "I tell you to the left.. moreover.. Baron. the usurper will be insane.let us see. do not conceal anyth ing. my dear duke. in a very short time. my dear duke." said Louis XVIII. "Scratches himself?" inquired the duke. "Come in.bella. but tell the duke himself. de Bonaparte. Now. well.give him the particulars of what the usurper is doing in his islet. "all the servants of his majesty must a pprove of the latest intelligence which we have from the Island of Elba. "what does your majesty mean?" "Yes. "is mortally wearied.see Plutarch's life of Scipio Africanus. But her e is M. lest another sh ould reap all the benefit of the disclosure. who cannot find anything. my dear baron -. who. what the report contains -. You will find yesterday's report of the minister of police. Dandre himself." and M. laughing. "Bonaparte." said the baron to the duke. Dandre looked at Louis XVIII." added the king. and said.there to the left. who did not choose to reveal the whole secret. -"Has your majesty perused yesterday's report?" "Yes. prur igo?" "And." "Insane?" "Raving mad. with repressed smile. "Blacas is not yet convinced." "And scratches himself for amusement. Bonapar te" -. Dandre. " "Monsieur. "come in. and you are looking to the right. indeed. at other time he passes hours on the seashore. -. employed in writing a note. however serious.or of wisdom." "Or of wisdom." M. "we are almost assured that. announced by the chamberlain-in-waiting. and we may expect to have issuing thence flaming and bristling war -. is attacked with a malady of the skin which worries him to death. de Blacas pondered deeply between the confident monarch and the truthful min ister. I mean on my left -yes." "Here. had yet communicated enough to caus e him the greatest uneasiness." said Louis XVIII. "Well."Which?" "Whichever you please -." continued the baron. and tell t he duke all you know -. this hero. let us p . yes. did no t even raise his head." said Louis XVIII. horrida bella . the Island of Elba is a volcano. Villefort." M.

to the usurper's conversion. and bearing this device -. "Oh. they trust to fortune." The minister of police bowed. but I am hourly expecting one." said De Blacas. like Virgil's shepherds. essed a desire to return to France. but c annot. duke. I must change your armorial bearings. de Blacas. it may have arrived since I left my o ffice. I will give you an eagle with outstretched wings. -. M. Blacas. Tell him all about it. that is the usual way. wait. sire. Are you not a sportsman and a great wolf-hun ter? Well. sire. but my messenger is like the stag you refer to.roceed. for he has po sted two hundred and twenty leagues in scarcely three days. "I wish to consult you on this passage. that the minister of police is greatly deceived or I am. looking at the king and Dandre. your majesty will interrogate the person of whom I spo ke to you. baron. However.' These the minister. well. "will go and find my messenger." said Louis XVIII.." "Sire." said rld: "Napoleon lately had a review. with the gravest air in the wo and as two or three of his old veterans expr he gave them their dismissal.well. `Molli fugiens anhelitu. coming from hosts of people who hope for some return for services which they seek to render. this is the way of it. "make one. and rely upon some unexpected event in some way to justify their predictions. "we have no occasion to invent any. "Really. is it not?" and the king laughed facetiously." continued Louis XVIII. sire." replied the minister." "Well. and I will urge your majesty to do him this honor. who spoke alternately. my dear duke. said Louis XVIII. sire. hem to `serve the good king. every day our desks are loaded with most circumstantial denunciations. biting his nails with impatience. then." "Wait. of that I am certain. what think you of this?" inquired the king triumphantly.Tenax . it is probable that I am in error. "I say." "Go thither. sir." "Most willingly. and as i t is impossible it can be the minister of police as he has the guardianship of t he safety and honor of your majesty. what do you think of the molli anhelitu?" "Admirable. sire." "Well. sire. de Blacas." "I will but go and return. "and remember that I am waiting for you." "In what way converted?" "To good principles. "The usurper's conversion!" murmured the duke. and exhorted t were his own words." "And I. sir. therefore. holding in its claws a prey which tries in vain to escape." . Baron. and if there be none -. and pau sing for a moment from the voluminous scholiast before him." said M. "The usurper converted!" "Decidedly. I shall be back in ten minutes." "Why. I listen.. under your auspices I will receive any person you please . have you any report mor e recent than this dated the 20th February. sire.this is the 4th of March?" "No. but you must not expect me to be too confiding.' you know it r efers to a stag flying from a wolf. go". if I might advise.

sire. and begs me to present him to you r majesty. to give your majesty useful information." "Does he speak to you of this conspiracy?" "No. a nd with so much ardor." "M. and that without gettin g in the least out of breath. I told you Villefort wa s ambitious."Which is undergoing great fatigue and anxiety.Noirtier the senator?" "He himself." "No. my dear duke. de Salvieux." "M. my friend. when we have a te legraph which transmits messages in three or four hours." "Why did you not mention his name at once?" replied the king." "Seek him at once. Blacas." "And writes me thence." "And he comes from Marseilles?" "In person. duke! Where is he?" "Waiting below. betraying some un easiness. sire. he is a man of strong and elevated understanding." "Noirtier the Girondin? -. "Sire." "Ah. e ven his father." . in my carriage. and. sire. If only for the sake of M. Noirtier. I entreat your majesty to rece ive him graciously. "is the messenger's name M." "Then. but strongly recommends M. who has come so far. and to attain this ambition Villefort would sacrifice everything. may I present him?" "This instant. you know his father's name!" "His father?" "Yes. no. sire. de Villefort!" cried the king. de Salvieux. de Villefort?" "Yes. t oo." "And your majesty has employed the son of such a man?" "Blacas." "He is at Marseilles. I thought his name was unknown to your majesty. pardieu. you recompense but badly this poor young man. ambitious. who recommends him to me. de Villefort. my brother's chamberlain?" "Yes. you have but limited comprehension.

to inform your majesty that I have discovered. Louis XVIII. but assuredly to attempt a landing either at Naples. his really sincere royalism made him youthful again. How did you obtain these details?" "Sire. The king was seated in the same place where the duke had left him. Villefort found himself facing him. "and recently we have had informatio n that the Bonapartist clubs have had meetings in the Rue Saint-Jacques. sir." said the king. th at it is not irreparable. I believe it to be most urgent. and he went on: -"Sire. de Villefort. assured Vill efort of the benignity of his august auditor. de Blacas returned as speedily as he had departed. the duke is right. remained alone. The duke. and I believe your majesty will think it equally impo rtant.his majesty's order. not a commonplace and insignif icant plot." said the king. or perhaps on the shores of France. much agitated. But pro ceed." "In the first place. Sire. but in the ante-chamber h e was forced to appeal to the king's authority. such as is every day got up in the lower ranks of the people and in the army." said the king. his cost ume. but I hope. terrible." "Sire. "the Duc de Blacas assures me you have so me interesting information to communicate. "M. -"Justum et tenacem propositi virum. At this moment he will have l eft Elba." The duke left the royal presence with the speed of a young man. who began to give way to th e emotion which had showed itself in Blacas's face and affected Villefort's voic e. de Villefort. sir. M. and before everything else. and adva ncing a few steps. de Breze. "Speak. sir. but an actual conspiracy -. and turning his eyes on his half-opened Horace. in spite of the protestations which the ma ster of ceremonies made for the honor of his office and principles. Villefort wa s introduced." said Villefort. which was not of courtly cut. which." A glance at the king after this discreet and subtle exordium.. perhaps. I like order in everything. Villefort's dusty garb. or on the coast of Tuscany. waited until the king should interrogate him. he meditates some proje ct. muttered. by the speed I have used. excited the susceptibility of M." Villefort bowed."I hasten to do so." "Speak as fully as you please. to go whither I know not.a storm which menaces no less than your ma jesty's throne. Your ma jesty is well aware that the sovereign of the Island of Elba has maintained his relations with Italy and France?" "I am. "I will render a faithful report to your majesty. is the news as bad in you r opinion as I am asked to believe?" "Sire." M. "come in. overcame all difficulties wit h a word -. sir. and. On opening t he door. and the young magistrate's first im pulse was to pause." said Louis XVIII. they are the results of an examination which I have made of a man of Mar . "Come in. and pray begin at the beginning. is yet. I have come as rapidly to Paris as possible. but I must entreat your forgiveness if my anxiety leads to some obscurity in my langu age. I beg of you. in the exercise of my duties. the usurper is arming three ships." "Sire. however mad. however. wh o was all astonishment at finding that this young man had the audacity to enter before the king in such attire.

we have our eyes open at once up on the past. who . de Blacas. and the assurance of my devotion. trembling.seilles. Has your uneasi ness anything to do with what M. whom I have watched for some time. M.." "And where is this man?" "In prison." "Sire. giving way to an impulse of despair. inasmuch as. who charged him with an oral message to a Bonapartist in Paris. and as if ready to faint." "Yes. At the sight of this agitation Louis XVIII. taking his hand. yes. There he saw the grand-marshal . he will be in an unfriendly ter ritory. but let us talk of this plot." "True. This person. and M.a return which will soon occur. and arrested on the day of my depart ure." said Louis XVIII. whose name I c ould not extract from him. it must be with a handful of men. sire. I fear it is a conspiracy. smiling. "was there not a marriage engagement between you and Mademoiselle de Saint-Meran?" "Daughter of one of your majesty's most faithful servants. For the last ten months my ministers h ave redoubled their vigilance. pos tponing everything. and the result o f that is easily foretold. the present. but at the same time rely on our royal gratitude. but this mission was to prepare men's minds for a ret urn (it is the man who says this. The minister of police. in order to watch the shore of the Mediterranean. Chapter 11 The Corsican Ogre.stammered the baron. sire. re-establis hed so recently on the throne of our ancestors. but the fright o f the courtier pleaded for the forbearance of the statesman. "is a thing very eas y to meditate. what is it?" asked Louis XVIII... and whom I suspected of Bona partism. but more difficult to conduct to an end. was about to throw himself at the feet of Louis XVIII. it was much more to his advantage that the prefect of police should t riumph over him than that he should humiliate the prefect. de Blacas has told me. but M. restrained him. Villefort was about to retire. At this instant the minister of polic e appeared at the door. "Well. I fear it is more than a plot. here is M. de Villefort. s ir. execrated as he is by the population. and besides. "Sire" -. as mat ters were. sire) -. that I might hasten to lay at your majesty's feet the fears which impressed me. that when the circumstance surprised me in the midst of a fa mily festival. a sailor. de Villefort has just confirmed?" M. the whole coalition would be on foot before he c ould even reach Piomoino. pushed from him violently the table at which he was sitting." said Louis XVIII. of turbulent character." "A conspiracy in these times. baron?" he exclaimed." "And the matter seems serious to you?" "So serious. has been secretly to the Island of Elba. Take courage. "You appear quite aghast. pale. if he land in Tuscany. and the future. If Bonaparte landed at Naples. "What ails you. Dandre!" cried de Blacas." "Ah. de Blacas moved suddenly towards the baron. if he land in France. on the very day of my betrothal. I left my bride and friends.

" replied Louis. "Will you speak?" he said. And how many men had he with him ?" . it is but too true!" Louis made a gesture of indescribable anger a nd alarm. "Do you think it possible to rouse that as well as Provence?" "Sire." "But" -. sire." "Sire. speak boldly. and then suddenly checking himself..retreated a step and frowned. sire. he was silent. the 4th of March! Well. in the Gulf of Juan. that is all. sir. two hundred a nd fifty leagues from Paris. what you tell me is impossible." said Villefort. now try and aid us with the remedy." "Yes." replied the minister. Dandre is not a man to be accused of treason! Sire. and landed on the 1st of March. "In France!" he cried. near Antibes. to be pitied. on the 1st of March.he is advancing!" said Louis XVIII.said Villefort. "You alone forewarned us of the evil ." murmured Louis. indeed. or you have gone mad. "the usurper in France! Then they did not watch over thi s man. sire. we have all been blind." "Alas. the n he continued. Who knows? they were. "M. in league with him. "Is he then advancing on Pari s?" The minister of police maintained a silence which was equivalent to a comple te avowal. I am sorry to tell your majesty a cruel fact. "he was well informed. perhaps. but the feeling in Dauphin e is quite the reverse of that in Provence or Languedoc. "And Dauphine. and you only acquired this inf ormation to-day. sire. and it seems to me that if he ventured into the south." he said. "the usurper is detested in the south. sire. I can never forgive myself!" "Monsieur. -." "Advancing -. "but he is advancing by Gap and Sistero n. "Oh. Will your majesty deign to excuse me?" "Speak. near Antibes. and the minister of police has shared the general blindness. of Villefort. "I command you to speak. what a dreadful misfortune! I am. Yo u must have received a false report. and then drew himself up as if this sudden blow had struck him at the same moment in heart and countenance. "Your pardon. the usurper left Elba on the 26th February. bowing." "Well. sire." "Then." "Oh. in the Gulf of Juan. The mountaineers are Bo napartists." said Louis XVIII." "And where? In Italy?" asked the king eagerly. sir?" inquired the king. sire. "my zeal carried me away. a small port. assuredly. it would be easy to raise Languedoc and P rovence against him. "In France." exclaimed the Duc de Blacas." "The usurper landed in France.

M. A miracle of heaven replaced me on the throne of my fa thers after five-and-twenty years of exile. you know not its power in France. "seven conjoined and allied a rmies overthrew that man." -. the despatch simply stated the fact of the l anding and the route taken by the usurper. however light a thing to destiny." he added." murmured the minister. and perish miserably from inca pacity -." The look of the minister of police w . to know what is going on at sixty leagues from the c oast of France! Well..ineptitude! Oh. advanced a step. Louis XVI.before me th ey were nothing -. and yet you ought to know it!" "Sire. Unfortunately. addressing the young man. if." "Really impossible! Yes -. when I see the fruition of my wishes almost wit hin reach. and shatters me to atoms!" "Sire. sir." continued King Louis. sire. spared no pains to understand the people of France and the interests whi ch were confided to me." resumed the king. with a withering smile. you are right -. The minister bowed hi s head. feeling that the pressure of cir cumstances. sir.Louis XVIII. it was impossible to learn. then. de Villefort. he had the power of directing a telegraph. agents. Really impossible for a minister who has an office. you do not know! Have you neglected to obtain information on that point? Of course it is of no consequence. m otionless and breathless. "So then. like you. "Sire. and folded his arms over his chest as Napoleon would have done. see. de Blacas wiped the mo isture from his brow. Villefort smiled within himself."I do not know. "for pity's" -"Approach. I would console myself. than th us descend the staircase at the Tuileries driven away by ridicule. it is fatality!" murmured the minister. sir -. and who would have saved my crown. -. I have measured them. and tell monsieur that it is possible to know b eforehand all that he has not known. for he felt his increased importance. I would rather mount the scaffold of my brother." he exclaimed. as there are great men. sire. and while a deep color overspread his cheeks. sire. -"By the telegraph. there are great words. was too much for any human strengt h to endure. was listening to a conversation on which depended the destiny of a kingdom." "And how did this despatch reach you?" inquired the is fatality!" The minister quailed before this outburst of sarcasm. forgotten not hing! If I were betrayed as he was." answered the minister of police. it was really impossible to learn secrets which that man concealed from all the world.why. spies. We have learnt nothing. -. turning pale with anger. "Approach. he stammered out.a gentleman. who learned more than you with all your police. and learn of that fall by tel egraph! Oh. during those five-and-twenty years.for my fortune is theirs -. M. Ridicule." "Sire. and now. yes. here is a gentleman who had none of these resou rces at his disposal -. only a simple magistrate. who. I have. "What.that is a great word.after me they will be nothing. "What our enemies say of us is then true. but to be in the mid st of persons elevated by myself to places of honor."to fall. "To fall. who at the first glance had sounded the abyss on which the monarchy hung suspended. who ought to watch over me more carefully than over themselves. and fifteen hundred thousand franc s for secret service money. the power I hold in my hands bursts.

an d the death of General Quesnel will. de Villefort insignificant. turning towa rds M. perhaps. what your majesty is pleased to attribute to me as profound perspicacity is simply owing to turned with concentrated spite on Villefort. baron. and Villefort understood that he had succeeded in his design. "I have no further occasion for you . he had made a friend of one on whom. in the plenitude of his power. "the suddenness of this event must prove to your majest y that the issue is in the hands of Providence." "Go on. Villefort came to the rescue of the crest-fallen minister. might in despair at his own downfall interrogate Dantes and so lay bare the motives of Villefort's plot. the minister. he added. Do not at tribute to me more than I deserve. that without forfeiting the gratitude of the king. although he saw that Dandre was irrevocably lost." "On the contrary.. that your majesty may never have occasi on to recall the first opinion you have been pleased to form of me. Any other than yourself would have considered the disclosure of M.on the contrary. to me. but the rules of etiquette." At the name of General Quesnel. Yet." These words were a n allusion to the sentiments which the minister of police had uttered with so mu ch confidence an hour before. "Sire. suddenly pausing. but he feared to make fo r himself a mortal enemy of the police minister. Any other person would." he continued. Then. like a good and devoted servant -. perhaps.that's all. de Blacas. instead of aidin g to crush him. sir. when your majesty's a ttention was attracted by the terrible event that has occurred in the gulf." resumed the king. ha d been unable to unearth Napoleon's secret." said M. unable to repress a n exclamation. "I came a moment ago to give your ma jesty fresh information which I had obtained on this head. in case of necessit y. who. "this affair see ms to me to have a decided connection with that which occupies our attention. and now these facts will cease to interest your majesty. sire. and I have p rofited by that chance. he might rely. "you have to-day earned the right to mak e inquiries here." "Fortunately. not the respect I have. put us on the direct track of a gr eat internal conspiracy. -. Villefort understood the king's intent." continued Louis XVIII." said Louis XVIII." The ministe r of police thanked the young man by an eloquent look." "Sire. Realizing t his. and you may retire. sire. sir." said Villefort. who bent his head in modest triu mph. but my devo tion to your majesty has made me forget. have b een overcome by such an intoxicating draught of praise. sire. what now remains to do is in the department of the ministe r of war. at least you have had the good sense to persevere in your su spicions. "we can rely on the army. for I know now what confidence to place i n them." interposed the minister of police. for that is too deeply engraved in my heart. duke. speaking of reports. Villefort trembled." replied the king. "I do not mean that for you.. "And now." "Do not mention reports. In fact. "Your pardon. your majesty knows how every report confirms their loyalty and attachment. what have you learned with regard to th e affair in the Rue Saint-Jacques?" "The affair in the Rue Saint-Jacques!" exclaimed Villefort. "'Tis well. go on. that is to say. gentlemen. "for if you have discovered nothing. . Blacas. de Blacas and the minister of police. or else dictated by venal ambition.

I will no longer detain you. sire. "But is this all that is known?" "They are on the track of the man who appointed the meeting with him. General Quesnel. "the police think that t hey have disposed of the whole matter when they say. "Do you not think with me. he breathed again. but did not catch the number." Villefort leaned on the back of an arm-chair. be amply satisfied on this point at least. and a thi ck mustache. Bonapartists or not." It required all Villefort's coolness not to betray t he terror with which this declaration of the king inspired him. for as the minister of police went on speaking he felt his legs bend under him." As the police minister related this to the k ing. smiling in a manner which proved that all these que stions were not made without a motive. "No. and w ore at his button-hole the rosette of an officer of the Legion of Honor." "But you have seen him?" "Sire. has been murdered. with some asperity. go and rest. it appears. I trust. sire. de Villefort. "How strange. M.'" "Sire. He is a man of from fifty to fifty -two years of age. "I alighted at the Hotel de Madrid. unfortunately. He was dressed in a blue frock-coat. and made an appointment w ith him in the Rue Saint-Jacques. who was dr essing his hair at the moment when the stranger entered. dark. but when he learned that the unkno wn had escaped the vigilance of the agent who followed him." said the minister of police. I forgot. Yesterd ay a person exactly corresponding with this description was followed. "I forgot you and M. Villefort." "Ah. "Yes." said Louis. the general's valet." replied Villefort."Everything points to the conclusion. for you must be fa tigued after so long a journey. who would have been so usef ul to us at this moment. whom they bel ieved attached to the usurper. buttoned up to the chin. "that death was not the result of suicide. with black eyes covered with shaggy eyebrows. Noirtier are not on . `A murder has been committe d." said the king to the minister of police. had just left a Bonapartist club when he disappea red. sir. M." "But you will see him. heard the street mentio ned. shall be cruelly punished." continued the king. "for if. his assassins.' and especially so when they can add. "Continue to seek for this man. An unknown person had been with him that morning. has pe rished the victim of a Bonapartist ambush?" "It is probable. but of assassination . as we first believed. but who was really entirely devoted to me. the servant has given his description. The king looked towards him." "On his track?" said Villefort. then?" "I think not. in the Rue de Tourn on. as I am all but convinced." "We shall see. that General Quesnel. sire. de Villefort. sire. who looked as if his very life hung on the speaker's lips. `And we are on the track of the guilty persons. your majesty will. turne d alternately red and pale. I went straight to the Duc de Blacas. General Quesnel. but he was lost sight of at the corner of the Rue de la Jussienne and the Rue Coq-Heron." he replied. Of course you stopped at your fathe r's?" A feeling of faintness came over Villefort.

bowing." "Will it be long first?" muttered Villefort." said the king. and gave it ke this cross."in the meanwhile ta "Sire. do not be afraid to bring yourself to my recollection. and looking about him for a hackney-coach. Baron. such as it is." said Villefort. Ten minutes afterwards in two hours. Blacas. Lazare. send for the mini ster of war. for I have not the time t o procure you another. The valet entered . In the meanwhile Legion of Honor which he usually wore Louis. as they left the Tuileries . and asked gin his repast when the the door. threw hi mself on the seat." "Ah. let it be your care to see that the brevet is mad e out and sent to M. ordered horses to be ready to have his breakfast brought to him. and Villefort .." Villefort's eyes were filled with tears of j oy and pride. you may be of the greatest service to me at Marseilles." said Villefort." he said. whose caree r was ended. "Who could know that I was here already?" said the young man. "And now. "take it.Who asked for me?" "A stranger who will not send in his name. "may I inquire what are the orders with which your majesty deigns to honor me?" "Take what rest you require. and remember that if you are not able to serve me here in Paris.your fortune is made." said Louis XVIII. this is an officer's cross. sir." "A stranger who will not send in his name! What can he want with me?" "He wishes to speak to you." replied Villefort." "Sire." "Ma foi." "To me?" "Yes. the kindness your majesty deigns to evince towards me is a recompense wh ich so far surpasses my utmost ambition that I have nothing more to ask for. "what is it? -. which he hailed. "your majesty mistakes." "Did he mention my name?" Villefort reached his hotel. " (the king here detached the cross of the over his blue coat. remain." "Never mind. "you entered by luck's door -. we will not forget you. "in an hour I shall have quitted Paris. he took the cross and kissed it. he gave his address to the driver. The valet opened heard some one speak his name. above the order of Notre-Dameto Villefort) -. and that is another sacrifice made to the royal cause. Blacas. saluting the minister.Who rang? -. "and should I forget you (kings' memories are short). and gave loose to dreams of ambition. sir. de Villefort." said the minister of police to Villefort. and for which you should be recompensed." "Sire. "Well. He was about to be sound of the bell rang sharp and loud. near the cross of St. du-Mont-Carmel and St.the best terms possible. and springing in. One passed at the moment ." "Go." make your mind easy. sir.

turning pale.looked after the servant u ntil the door was closed."Yes." "It is he!" said Villefort. on the contrary. he opened the door again. and my journey will be your . but I so l ittle expected your visit. "do you know." "Well." said Villefort. that he might be overhear d in the ante-chamber. as appeared from the rapid retreat of Germain." "But. -. and then extended his hand to Villefort. no doubt. then. a man of about fifty. "Well. "then I was not deceived. sir. "I am. decorated with the Legion of Honor. now." "What sort of person is he?" "Why. "do not complain." "Dark or fair?" "Dark. delighted. sir." said Villefort.very dark. "Eh. pardieu." said he to the young man. fearing. and then. "I might say the s ame thing to you." "And how dressed?" asked Villefort quickly. Noirtie r. M. M. you seem as if you were not very glad to see me?" "My dear father. Chapter 12 Father and Son. Noirtier. nor was the precaution useless. putting his cane in a corner and his hat on a chair. he who entered -." replied M. for it is for you that I came. if you felt so sure. my dear fellow." "Short or tall?" "About your own height." said Gerard. Noirtier -. Germain. when you announce to me your wedding for the 28th of February. "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. my dear Gerard. black hair." said the individual whose description we have twice given. seating himself. buttoned up close." "And if I have come. I felt sure it must be you . drawing closer to M. with a very significant look. Noirtier then took the trouble to close and bolt the ante-chamber door. who proved that he was not exemp t from the sin which ruined our first parents. "In a blue frock-coat. who had followed all his motions with surprise which he could not conceal. black eyebrows." "Leave us. then that of the bed-chamber. and on the 3rd of March you turn up here in Paris." replied the new-comer. The servant quitted the apartment with evi dent signs of astonishment. enter ing the door. my dear Gerard. my dear father. indeed. with black eyes. that it was no t very filial of you to keep me waiting at the door. "allow me to say. that it has somewhat overcome me.for it was.

" "Ah." Villefort's father laughed.salvation. my dear father. what about Saint-Jacques?" "Why. "I will tell you an other. come.for your own sake as well as mine." said he. I am vice-president. Had that l etter fallen into the hands of another. I think I already know what you are about to tell me. ped from Paris in a erre's bloodhounds. I entreat of you -. But go on. you have heard of the landing of the emperor?" "Not so loud. your coolness makes me shudder. who quitte d his own house at nine o'clock in the evening." "And the destruction of your future prospects. I was aware of his intention. then. half-desperate at the enf orced delay. for three days ago I po sted from Marseilles to Paris with all possible speed." "How did you know about it?" "By a letter addressed to you from the Island of Elba." "Why. 53. for it must be interesting. "yes. would probably ere this have been shot. you have heard speak of a certain Bonapartist club in the Rue Saint-Ja cques?" "No." continued Noirtier. and which I discovered in the pocket-book of the messenger. I can e ." "To me?" "To you. was found the next day in the Se ine." replied Noirtier. Why. " "No matter." "Well." "Three days ago? You are crazy. they induced General Quesnel to go there." "Father. you. has esca hay-cart. for fear that even a fragment should remain. my dear boy. "will the Restoration adopt imperial methods so promptly ? Shot. I heard this news. for that letter must have led to your condemnation. and General Quesnel." "I burnt it. Ye s. 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. "Come. yes. in return for your story." "My dear father. and knew it even before you could. been hunted over the plains of Bordeaux by Robespi he becomes accustomed to most things." "Ah. "Really. pray tell me all about it. the club in the Rue when a man has been proscribed by the mountaineers. three days ago the emperor had not landed." "Father. stretching himself out at his ease in the chair . Noirtier. indeed!" said M." "And who told you this fine story?" "The king himself. father.

sir -. to found a n accusation on such bad premises! Did I ever say to you. this was murder in every sense of the word. in spite of that. one of us went to feelings. A murder? really. and invited him to the Rue Saint-Jacques. Yet he did not return home." "I do not understand you. `My so n. he replied that he was a royalist." "Yes. but they are on the track. People are found every day in the Seine. When he had heard and comprehended all to the fullest ext ent. as well as I do. no. but interests. that's all. I will tell you." "I do better than that. take care. the thing becomes more and more dramatic -. perchance. that the track is lost. But I have nothing to fear while I have you to protect me .perfectly free. when our turn comes. What could t hat mean? why. the general was al lowed to depart free -. with a sneaking air. Would you like to know how matters have progressed? Well. you know very well that the general was not a man to drown himself in despair. but ideas -. you have gained th e victory. but with such an ill grace that it was really tempting Providence to swear him." "You do? Why. having thrown themselves in. but they have found a corpse. and people do not bathe in the Seine in the month of January. No. to-morrow. that the usual phrase. there is nothing to prove that the general was m urdered." "You rely on the usurper's return?" . It was thought reliance might be placed in General Quesnel. Villefort." "Father.asily comprehend that." "It appears that this club is rather a bore to the police. my dear fellow. it declares that it is on the track. etc. and in all cou ntries they call that a murder. Why didn't they sear ch more vigilantly? they would have found" -"They have not found. and did so.I save you.he was made to take an oath. He came there. that is all. you know. and the plan was unfolded to him for leaving Elba." "A murder do you call it? why. and cut off the head of one of my party. the general has been killed. that on leaving us he lost his way. father. where he would find some friends. When the police is at fault. d o not be deceived. You." "I must refer again to the club in the Rue Saint-Jacques. I am quite familiar with it. in politics we do not kill a m an. there are no men." "The king! I thought he was philosopher enough to allow that there was no murde r in politics. really. it will be our turn.explain yours elf. In politics. my dear fellow. he was recommended to us from the Island of Elba." "Yes. Then all looked at each other. our revenge will be sweeping. `Very well." "And who thus designated it?" "The king himself. sir. you surprise me. -. when you were fulfilli ng your character as a royalist. a deputy procureur. and yet.'" "But. the p rojected landing. I said. you have committed a murder?' No. o r having been drowned from not knowing how to swim. we only remove an obstacle. and the government patiently awaits the day when it comes to say.

He is pursued. if you please. then. "Wait. Believe me. and on the 20th or 25th at Paris." "Devotion!" said Villefort.all Lyons will hasten t o welcome him. and we wi ll dine together." "Say on. you wished to conceal you r journey from me.' But where is he? what is he doing? You do not know at all." And Villefort's father extended his hand to the bell-rope. and yet I knew of your arrival half an hour after you had pas sed the barrier. have those which devotion prompts. to go and meet him. he will not advance two leagues into the interior of France without being followed. Would you like a proof of it? well." "Eh? the thing is simple enough." "Oh." "What is that?" "The description of the man who." "The people will rise." "You are mistaken. I believe. and caught like a wild beast. the admirable police have found that out. my dear father. we are as well informed as you. Villefort caught his arm." "Grenoble and Lyons are faithful cities."We do. you think yourself well informed because the telegraph has told you. yet I hav e your address. devotion. "Yes. to summon the servan t whom his son had not called. three d ays after the landing." "Indeed!" replied Villefort. and plate. my dear Gerard. fork. tracked. Ring." "Yes. "one word more. they do know one terrible thing. for a second knife. and in proof I am here the very instant you are going to sit at table. presented himself at his house." said the young man. looking at his father with astonishment. to escort him into the capital. and our police are as good as your own. you are but a chi ld. the phrase for hopeful ambition. You who are in power have only the means that money produces -. with a sneer. "you real ly do seem very well informed.we who are in expectation." "Yes. have they? And what may be that description?" . on the morning of the day when General Quesnel disappeared. without drawing a trigger. and will oppose to him an impassable b arrier. and in thi s way they will chase him to Paris. Really. and armies will be despatched against hi m. You gave your direction to no one but your postilion. for that is." "Grenoble will open her gates to him with enthusiasm -. `The usurper has landed at Cannes with several men. on the 1 0th or 12th he will be at Lyons." "He has but a handful of men with him." "My dear fellow." "However stupid the royalist police may be. the emperor is at this moment on the way to Grenoble.

hair. blue frock-coat. turning towards his wondering son." said Noirtier. "true. a coat of Villefo rt's of dark brown. and walked about with that easy swagger which w as one of his principal characteristics. tried on before the glass a narrow-br immed hat of his son's. which appeared to fit him perfectly. "I rely on your prudence to remove all the things which I leave in your care. but they may catch him yet. that you may be mistaken." "Ah. leaving his ca ne in the corner where he had deposited it. that's it. a hat with wide brim." "No. put on. or the day before." "Oh. in lieu of his blue and high-buttoned frock-coat. "He will consequently make a few changes in his personal appearance." and he added with a smile. yes." Villefort shook his head. with a firm hand. lathered his face. a colored neckerchief which lay at the top of an open portmant eau. but some day they do them justice. have they not laid h ands on him?" "Because yesterday. as he is." he said. "and why. Villefort watched him with alarm not devoid of admiration ."Dark complexion. cut off the compromising whiskers." "True. ha. and whiskers. eyebrows. black. and a cane. instead of his black cravat. "at least. be assured I will return the favor hereafter." "Would you pass in his eyes for a prophet?" "Prophets of evil are not in favor at the court. cu t the air with it once or twice. looking carelessly around him." "And now. went towards a table on which lay his son's toile t articles. I hope not. if this person wer e not on his guard. what should I say to the king?" ." "True. father. took. and put off his frock-coat and cravat. buttone d up to the chin. and supposing a second restoration. "Yes. they lost sight of him at the corner of the Rue Coq-Heron. "well." "Shall you see the king again?" "Perhaps." "Well. rosette of an officer of the Legion of Honor in his button-hol e. Noirtier gave another turn to his hair." continued Noirtier." At these words he rose." stammered Villefort. and now I believe you are right. and that you have really saved my l ife. he took up a small bamboo switch. and. y ou would then pass for a great man. father. and. and cut away in front." "Didn't I say that your police were good for nothing?" "Yes. then. my dear boy." said Villefort. when this disguise was comp leted. do you think your police will recognize me now. rely on me. took a razor. is it?" said Noirtier. His whiskers cut off. "Well. "You are not convinced yet?" "I hope at least.

gained nothing save the king's gr atitude (which was rather likely to injure him at the present time) and the cros s of the Legion of Honor. Marengo. breathless. we will keep you in your place. and by your obedience to my paternal orders. or have done. with the same calmness that had charact erized him during the whole of this remarkable and trying conversation. do not boa st of what you have come to Paris to do. as to th e opinions of the towns. Louis XVIII. cool and collected. pursued. but by right of con quest. Keep your journey a secret. paid his bill. Go. for your adversary is powerful eno ugh to show you mercy. secret. broke the cane into small bits and flung it in the fire. or. doubtless. and emperor at Grenoble. threw the ha t into a dark closet. Then he turned to the various articles he had left behind him. ran to the window. at length reached Marseilles. although M. who were there. and thus the Girondin of '93 and the Senator of 1806 protected him who so lately had been his protector. This will be."Say this to him: `Sire. checked with a look the thousan d questions he was ready to ask. he whom in Paris you ca ll the Corsican ogre. therefore. M. Sire. and in the mids t of the tumult which prevailed along the road. he is advancing as rapidly as his own eagles. my dear Gerard. gather like at oms of snow about the rolling ball as it hastens onward. and a blue froc k-coat. return with all speed. put aside the curtain. not by purchase. but because it would be humiliating for a grandson of Sai nt Louis to owe his life to the man of Arcola. "one means by which you may a second time save me. and there remain. rather. worn out with fatigue. and will probably remain without a counterpart in the future. All Vill . my d ear Gerard. inoffensive. for this time. Every one knows the history of the famous return from Elba. Villefor t. a return which was unprecedented in the past. go. p ut on his travelling-cap. learned at Lyons that Bonaparte had entered Grenoble. ready to desert. Napoleon would. and at a sign from the emperor the incongruous structure of ancient prejudices and new i deas fell to the ground. sprang into his carriage. until his father had disappeared at the R ue Bussy. a prey to all the hopes and fears which enter into the heart of man with ambition and its first successes. put the black cravat and blue frock-coat at the bottom of the portmanteau. which was ready. and the prejudices of the army." added Noirtier. not that you incur any risk. by two or three ill-looking men at the corner of the stree t. Villefort stood watching. go. pale and agitated. and calling his valet. we shall act like powerful men who know their enemies. Adieu. and hat with broad brim.go. en ter Marseilles at night. my son -. who at Nevers is styled the usurper. and saw him pass . if you prefer it. captured. and your house by the back-door.' Tell him th is. f riendly counsels. and at your next journey alight at my door. submissive." Noir tier left the room when he had finished. with a smile. who was all powerful at court. made but a faint attempt to parry this unexpected blow. if the politic al balance should some day take another turn. to him who acquired it. you are deceived as to the feeling in France. de Blacas had duly forwarded the brevet. and cast you aloft while hurling m e down. sire. quie t. and. You think he is tracked. The soldiers you believe to be dying with hunger. is already saluted as Bonaparte at Lyons. Gerard. as he had predic ted. Villefort. Chapter 13 The Hundred Days. have deprived Villefort of his office had it not bee n for Noirtier. I swear to yo u. the monarc hy he had scarcely reconstructed tottered on its precarious foundation. which he had the prudence not to wear. to arrest a man with black whiskers. and things progressed rapidly. Austerlitz. Noirtier was a true prophet. tell him nothing. leave France to its real master. or. perhaps. above all.

Morrel expected Villefort would be dejected. pray. Morrel was announced. calm. "Not in the least." said Morrel. but Villefort was a man of abi lity. "do you reco llect that a few days before the landing of his majesty the emperor. if Louis XVIII. on the contrary. but his marriage was put off until a more favorab le opportunity." "Monsieur. because Morrel was a prudent and rather a timid man. If the emperor remained on the throne. -. de Saint-Meran. could be vastly increased. He made Morrel wait in the a nte-chamber. "and t ell me to what circumstance I owe the honor of this visit. "Yes. Gerard required a differe nt alliance to aid his career. then. the worthy shipowner became at that moment -. The king's procureur alone was deprived of his office. Morrel to be admitted. Any one else would have hastened to receive him." said the magistrate.he found on the table there Louis XV III. to rekindle the flames of civil war. I believe?" said Villefort. and he knew this would be a sign of weakness." "Everything depends on you. therefore. that most insu rmountable barrier which separates the well-bred from the vulgar man. monsieur?" asked Morrel. and it required but little to excite the populace to acts of far greater violence than the shouts and insults with which they assailed the royalists whenever they ventured abroad. and his head leaning on his hand. -. the first magistrate of Mars eilles. and full of that glacial politeness. returned. The deputy-procureur was." "Come nearer. the influence of M.but sufficiently influential to make a demand in favor of Dantes. sir. with a patronizing wave of the hand. like his own. who was accused of being concerne . he found him as he had found him s ix weeks before. although he had no one with him. firm. always smou ldering in the south. and the marriage be still more suitable. after a brief interval. Morrel. when one morning his door opened. he felt a cold shudder all over him when he saw Villefort sitting there with his elbow on his desk. I came to i ntercede for a young man. However. -"M. Owing to this change.we will not say all powerful. for the simple reason that the kin g's procureur always makes every one wait. scarcely had t he emperor re-entered the Tuileries and begun to issue orders from the closet in to which we have introduced our readers. and after passing a quarter of an hou r in reading the papers. He had entered Villefort's office expecting that the magistrate would tremble a t the sight of him. Villefort gazed at him as if he had some diff iculty in recognizing him. the mate of my ship.scarcely had this occurred when Marseilles bega n.efort's influence barely enabled him to stifle the secret Dantes had so nearly d ivulged. recovering his assurance as he proceeded." "Explain yourself. He stopped at the door. and M. he ordered M. in spite of the authorities." "Do you not guess. but if I can serve you in any way I shall be delighted. being suspected of royalism. during which the honest shipowner turned his hat in his hands.'s half-filled snuff-box. Villefort retained his place. that many of the most zealous partisans of Bonaparte accused him of "moderat ion" -. scarcely was the imperial power established -. so much so.that is.

it was your duty. as I come to-day to plead for justice. he would have been surprised at the king's procureur answering him on such a subje ct.. and a week after he was carried is equally your duty." "Carried off!" said Morrel. "What is his name?" sai d he. the royalists were very severe with the Bonapartists in tho se days." returned Villefort. You received me very coldly. who was about to marry a young Catalan girl. but the chosen of the nation." repeated he. "Tell me his name. "I have it -." said Morrel. "Edmond Dantes. monsieur?" said he. was conscious only of the other's condescension. The mir aculous return of Napoleon has conquered me. Do not you recollect. monsieur. or better versed in these matters. and I augur well for Edmond from it." said Villefort. it shall be kept for him." "Monsieur." Villefort would probably have rather stood opposite the muzzle of a pistol at f ive-and-twenty paces than have heard this name spoken.a sailor. and you ought to protect hi m -. to ask what has become of him?" Villefort by a strong effort sought to control himself. he has been taken to Fenestrelles. or to the Sainte-Marguerit e islands." "That's right!" cried Morrel. "No. -"Are you quite sure you are not mistaken. Oh. the last four of which he was in my service. I recollect now. Villefort had calculated rightly. But how is it he is not already r . You then served Louis XVIII. I have known him for ten years. disappointed in his expectations of exciting fear." "Wait a moment. Some fine morning he will return to take command of your vessel. in the most natur al tone in the world. I came about six week s ago to plead for clemency. "I am not mistaken. to-day you serve Napoleon. but he did not blanch." "Come when he will." "Edmond Dantes. "I like to hear you speak thus. But Morrel. therefore.d in correspondence with the Island of Elba? What was the other day a crime is t o-day a title to favor." "Yes. and you did not show any f avor -." Villefort opened a large register. to Pignerol. turning over the leaves of a register. turning to Morrel. and then. "What can they have done with him?" "Oh. then went to a table. Had Morrel been a more quick-sighted man. i t was a very serious charge. instead of referring him to the governors of the prison or the prefect of th e department." "How so?" "You know that when he left here he was taken to the Palais de Justice. "Dantes. I come. from the table turned to his registers. the legitimate monarch is he who is loved by his people." "Well?" "I made my report to the authorities at Paris. because I believed the Bourbons not only the heirs to the throne. "I was then a royalist.

the le tters have not yet been forwarded." "How?" "It is sometimes essential to government to cause a man's disappearance without leaving any traces. how would you advise me to act?" asked he. M." Had Morrel eve n any suspicions." "Will you be so good?" "Certainly. in which. but at present" -"It has always been so. The emper or is more strict in prison discipline than even Louis himself. "The order of imprisonment came from high authority. since the reign of Louis XIV. "and write wha t I dictate. we have lost too much already." "It might be so under the Bourbons. and the order for his liberation must proceed from th e same source. The petition finished. and does not read three." Villefort thus fo restalled any danger of an inquiry. an d it is as much my duty to free him as it was to condemn him. Morrel. Dantes was then guilty. if it did take place would leave him defenceless." said Villefort. but he will read a petition countersigned and presented by me. from an excellent intention. so that no written forms or documents may defeat their wish es. and the number o f prisoners whose names are not on the register is incalculable. "Petition the minister. But lose no time. "is there no way of expediting all these formalities -." Vill efort shuddered at the suggestion. which. I know what that is. Villefort dictated a petition. Dantes' patriotic services were exaggerated." "Oh. the minister receives two hundred petitions every day . no doubt. "But how shall I address the minister?" "Sit down there." "That is true." "But." said Morrel. my dear Morrel. M." replied Villefort. "Well." "And will you undertake to deliver it?" "With the greatest pleasure. but he had gone too far to draw back. Dantes must be crushed to gratify Villefort's ambition. and now he is innocent. and. so much kindness would have dispelled them.of releasing him from arrest?" "There has been no arrest. . Only think what the poor fellow may even now be suffering. Villefo rt read it aloud." "Do not be too hasty. as Napoleon has scarcely been reinstated a fortnight. giving up his place to Morrel. however improbable it might be. and he was made out one of the mos t active agents of Napoleon's return. It was evident that at the sight of this d ocument the minister would instantly release him. de Villefort.eturned? It seems to me the first care of government should be to set at liberty those who have suffered for their adherence to it." "That is true.

"That will do. that is. Fernand depa rted with the rest. for he constantly hopes . he carefully preserved the petit ion that so fearfully compromised Dantes. bearing with him the terrible thought that while he was away . and. He then left for Madrid. he would shoot Dantes. and was no more heard of. his rival would perhaps return and marry Mercedes. Morrel of his wish to quit the sea. Dantes remained a prisoner." This assurance delighted Morrel. he reflected. Villefort wrote the certificate at the bottom. who took le ave of Villefort. termed the coincidence. Louis XVIII. Fernand's mind was made up. Danglars comprehended the full extent of the wretched fate that overwhelmed Dantes. into whose service he entered at the end of March . But Fernand was mistaken. "a decree of Provi dence." "Countersigned by you?" "The best thing I can do will be to certify the truth of the contents of your p etition. At last there was Waterloo. Had Fernand really meant to . "What more is to be done?" "I will do whatever is necessary. and he lived in constant fear of Dantes' return on a mission of vengeance. Danglars' heart failed him. As for Villefort.'s throne." said he. instead of sending to Paris. What had become of hi m he cared not to inquire." "Will the petition go soon?" "To-day." And. a second restoration. and then kill himself. partly on plans of emigration and abduction. sitting down. and any fresh attempt would only co mpromise himself uselessly. a man of his disposition never kills himself. Fernand understood nothing except that Dantes was absent. and a fortnight afterwards he married Mademoiselle de Saint-Mer an. and every man in France capable of bearing arms rushed to obey the summons of the emperor. after the manner of mediocre minds. he . remounted the throne. and hastened to announce to old Dantes that he would soon see his son. after the Hundred Days and after Waterloo. and twice had Vill efort soothed him with promises. and obtained a recommendation f rom him to a Spanish merchant. whose father now stood higher at court than ever. remained in his dunge on. who was for him also the messenger of vengeance. sought and obtained the situation of king's procur eur at Toulouse. during the respite the absence of his rival aff orded him. at the spot from whe nce Marseilles and the Catalans are visible. or the still more tragi c destruction of the empire. as from time to time he sat sad and motionless on the summit of Cape Pharo. and h eard not the noise of the fall of Louis XVIII. partly on the means of deceiving Mercedes as to the cau se of his absence. Twice during the Hundred Days had Morrel renewed his demand. forgotten of earth and heaven. During this time the empire made its last conscription. in the hopes of an event that seemed n ot unlikely. to whom Marseilles had become fil led with remorseful memories. and Morrel came no more. Only." But when Napoleon returned to Paris. "leave the rest to me. Villefort. And so Dantes.that is. watching for the apparition of a yo ung and handsome man. He therefore informed M. when Napoleon returned to France. -. he had done all that was in his power. ten or twelve days after Napoleon's return.

and that they wanted to be set free. A year after Louis XVIII. He inquired how they were fed. "We must play t he farce to the end. and if they had any request t o make. the dangerous and mad prisoners are in the dungeons." said the inspector with an air of fatigue." said the governor. that he looked upon himself as dead. looking towards Marseilles. he was merely sent to the frontier. and the compassion he showed for her misfortunes. Mercedes might one day be his. was stigmatized as a crime. and the sea that had never seemed so vast. and thus end her woes. The inspector asked if they had anything else to ask for." said she as she placed his knapsack on his shoulders. and this was now strengthened by gratitude. lost all hope at Napoleon's downfall. "be careful of yourself.kill himself. enrolled in the army. when you see one prisoner. whose good behavior or stupidity recommended them to the clemency of the government. and to assist.sounds tha t at the depth where he lay would have been inaudible to any but the ear of a pr isoner. being married and ei ght years older.always the same thing. Caderousse was. What could they desire beyond their liberty? The inspector turned smilingly t o the governor. and a few small debts the poor old man had contracted. but he had so long ceased to have any intercourse with the world. I shall be alone in the world.'s restoration. but. M." These words carried a ray of hope into Fernand's heart. for if you are killed. the father of so dangerous a Bon apartist as Dantes. and almost at the hour of his arrest. a visit was made by the inspector-gene ral of prisons. The inspector visited. -. Chapter 14 The Two Prisoners. He guessed something uncommon was passing among the li ving.Mercedes had always had a sincere regard for Fernan d. the cells and dungeons of several of the prisoners. the south wa s aflame. produced the effect they alwa ys produce on noble minds -. Bathed in tears she wander ed about the Catalan village. It was not want of courage that prevented her putting this re solution into execution. like Fernand. The universal response was. They shook their head s. but her religious feelings came to her aid and saved he r. he would have done so when he parted from Mercedes. who was only su stained by hope. there was courage. Dantes in his cell heard the noise of preparation. "I do not know what reason government can assign for these useless visits. one after another." "Let us visit them. "The prisoners sometim . who could hear the splash of the drop of water that every hour fell from the roof of his dungeon. at other times gazing on the sea. Old Dantes. -. -. even on his death-bed." "Let us first send for two soldiers. Five months after he had been separated from his son. Should Dantes not return. that the fare was detestable. and debating as to whether it were not better to cast herself into the abyss of the ocean. Let us see the dungeons. There was more than benevolence in this action. His devotion. Mercedes was left alone face to face with the vast plain that had never seemed so barren. "My brother. Are there any others?" "Yes. he breathed h is last in Mercedes' arms. Morrel paid the expenses of his funeral. you see all.ill fed and inn ocent. Sometimes she stood mute and motionless as a statu e.

" "So much the better for him. no. and the ch ange is astonishing." replied the governor." cried the inspector." replied the governor. who has been here since 1811. so humid." "Take all needful precautions." "To kill the turnkey?" "Yes. and he signed to the turnkey to open the . Now we have in a dungeon about twenty feet dis tant. a man full of philanthropy. "I must conscientiously perform my duty. an abbe." "Was he placed here when he first arrived?" "No." "How long his he been there?" "Nearly a year. "You are right. Two soldiers were accordingly sent for. Is it not true.he is a devil!" returned the turnkey." replied the inspector. for his madness is amusing. "and this remark proves that you ha ve deeply considered the subject. he grew thin. he wished to display his author ity. comm it acts of useless violence. as this remark shows. he now laughs. a man we are ordered to keep the most strict wat ch over." added he. -. sir." "I will see them both. formerly leader of a p arty in Italy." "He is alone?" "Certainly. "Let us visit this one first. He wa s. who took his food to him. so dark. so foul. "By all means. and the inspector descended a stairway. and you might fall a victim." returned the inspector. "Oh. and in another year he w ill be quite so. the very one who is lighting it is useless. "who can live here?" "A most dangerous conspirator. He used to weep. Antoine?" asked the gove rnor. smell. he now grows fat. "True enough. as he is daring and resolute. he is almost mad now. and in order to be sentenced to death. and in every way fit for hi s office. "He must be mad." said the inspector." This was the inspector's first visit. -. and to which you descend by another stair.he will suffer less. and respiration . Besides. "He is worse than that." said the inspector. he wanted to kill me!" returned the turnkey. You had better see him. as to be loathsome to sight. "Shall I complain of him?" demanded the inspector. through mere uneasiness of life. "Oh. and in 1813 he went mad. not until he attempted to kill the turnkey.

" remarked the governor. and retreate d before the bayonets -. like me. like me. whence he could see the ray of light that came through a narrow iron grating above. sprang forward with clasped hands. At the sound of the key turning in the lock." "You are very humble to-day. surely. and I beg his pardon. but I was mad. for he his always been very good to me. and that the moment to address himself to the superior authorities was come. Then.who sees his prospects destroyed.why it is but seventeen months. turning to the governor." "And you are not so any longer?" "No. " a man. Dantes. that.he is already more gentle. th e other day. but a verdict -. What matters really. but a trial." replied Dantes. was on the p oint of marrying a woman he adored. turning to the governor. The soldiers interposed their bayonets. I made some curious observations on this at Charenton.I have been here so long. then?" asked the inspector. but to officers of justice and the king. The inspector listened attentively. the poor devil touches me. be tried. you do not know what is seventeen months in prison! -. and the latter recoiled two or three steps.seventeen ages rather.when were you arrested. "What is it y ou want?" said he. I don't know. for instance. "On my word. and sought to inspire him wi th pity. and the creaking of the hinge s. the victim of an infamous denunciation. You must show me the proofs against him. raised his head. if innocent. and whether his aged father be still living! Seventeen months captivity to a sailor accustomed to the boundless ocean . Dantes. he is afraid. turning to the prisoner. especially to a man who. not intelligence. Have pity on me. "I believe so. when you tried to kill the turnkey. and if I am guilty. who saw an honorable career opened before hi m.door. not o nly to me. I ask only for a trial." "So long? -. See ing a stranger. then. an d ask for me. to be set at liberty.a tria l. he addressed the inspector. to die here cursi ng his executioners. cannot be denied to one who is acc used!" "We shall see." "It is true. who guessed the tru th." ." "Only seventeen months. it's of no consequence. -. and who loses all in an instant -. and to whom the governor spoke bareheaded." "To-day is the 30th of July. captivity has subdued me -. h ad arrived at the summit of his ambition -. is that an innocent man shou ld languish in prison. infusing all the humility he possessed i nto his eyes and voice." "Are you well fed?" said the inspector. "H e will become religious -. sir. for they thought that he was about to a ttack the inspector. then." said the inspector. not pardon. is a worse punishment than human crime ever merited. observed. sir. "you are not so always. and is i gnorant of the fate of his affianced wife. "I want to know what crime I have committed -. to be shot.madmen are not afraid of anything. Dantes saw that he was looked upon as dangerous. who. who was crouched in a corner of the dungeon." Then. 1816. "The 28th of February. escorted by two turnkeys holding torches and accompanied by two soldiers. at half-past two in the afternoon. then.

but this time a fresh inmate was left with Dantes -." asked the governor. He is now in his fifth year of captivity. and hear what he says. "or proceed to the oth er cell?" "Let us visit them all." said the inspector." said the inspector." "I cannot tell you that. ." said the inspector. on the contrary. 27. "I can only promise to examine into your case." "How curious! -. but you will find terrible charges. I should never have the courage to come down again.hop e.what is his name?" "The Abbe Faria." "Monsieur." "Had M. Let me know my crime. this one is not like the other." replied the inspector. bu t you can plead for me -. Villefort." Dantes fell on his knees. and prayed earn estly. he was very kind to me." "I am no longer surprised at my detention. "since my only pro tector is removed. "I know it is not in your power to release me. Villefort is no longer at Marseilles. then. two."Certainly. the second. "If I once went up those stairs. he is now at Toulouse." murmured Dantes." cried Dantes. "Will you see the register at once. de Villefort any cause of personal dislike to you?" "None." "What is his folly?" "He fancies he possesses an immense treasure. wait patiently. I am free -." "Ah." "Oh. Uncertainty is worse than al l. three. tell me at least to can have me tried -. rely on the notes he has left concerning you?" "Entirely. The door closed. and the reason why I was condemned.then I am saved!" "Who arrested you?" "M." "No. See him. he will ask to sp eak to you in private." "Go on with the lights. "I can tell by your voice you are touched with pity. "Monsieur. the third.and that is all I ask. and so on progressively. The first year he offered governm ent a million of francs for his release. and his madness is less affecting than thi s one's display of reason." "M." continued Dantes." "I can." "That is well. and offer you five millions. then.

but a secret I have to reveal of the greatest importa nce. on the whole. passable for a dungeon." "Why from the French government?" "Because I was arrested at Piombino. in a circle traced with a fragment of plaster detach ed from the wall. and I presume that. I know not. "I am the Abbe Faria. rsons present. "it is just as I told you. "althoug . Antoine." returned the inspector. very bad. since then I have demanded my liberty from t he Italian and French government." In the centre of the cell. why. now." "Ah." "There. sat a man whose tattered garments scarcely covered him." "Monsieur. I was f or twenty years Cardinal Spada's secretary." continued the inspector." "It is the only means of rendering Italy strong." replied the abbe with an air of surprise -. but it is not that which I wish to speak of. "providence has changed this gigantic plan you advocate so warmly. but. and hear the requests of the prisoners." "We are coming to the point. and independent. "and we shall understand each other. the door. unlock the door. but to inquire if you h ave anything to ask or to complain of. which was to make Italy a united kingdom. raising his head." continued the abbe. He was drawing in this circle geometrical lines. "you have not the latest news from Italy?" "My information dates from the day on which I was arrested. -. only I am not come to discuss politics. like Milan and Florenc e."It is here. the lodging is very unhealthful. and the inspector g azed curiously into the chamber of the "mad abbe. I hope." cried the abbe. He hastily seized im. He did not move at the sound of the flash of the torches lighted is cell." "You do not understand. monsieur." whispered the governor. born at Rome. happy. and continued his calculations until up with an unwonted glare the sombre walls of h he perceived with astonishment the number of pe the coverlet of his bed." whispered the governor. "It is for that reason I am delighted to see you. "and as the emperor had created the kingdom of Rome for his infant son." continued the prisoner." "The food is the same as in other prisons." said the inspector."I want nothing." "Very possibly. and seemed as much absorbed in his pr oblem as Archimedes was when the soldier of Marcellus slew him. "I am sent here by government to visit the prison." "Monsieur." "Oh. I presume that he has realized the dream of Machiavelli and Caesar Borgia." The turnkey obeyed. tow ard the beginning of the year 1811.that is. Piombino has become the capital of some French department. that is different. and wrapped it round h "What is it you want?" said the inspector. I was arrested. "I. then." returned the Abbe Faria.

it concerns your treasures. would possibly change Newton's system." said he. "But." continued Faria. "Of course." "What did I tell you?" said the governor. "and am detained here until my deat h? this treasure will be lost." returned the inspector with a smile. bring me here again. the governor can be present. -." said the abbe. addressing Faria." "That proves. and having eyes see not. and if I deceive you. if they will only giv e me my liberty." returned the abbe." replied the inspector." cried he." said the governor. in which I promise to lead you to the spot where you shall dig. "keep them until you are liberated.h you have disturbed me in a most important calculation. "If all the prisoners took it into their heads to travel a hundred leagues. for it has been dinned in my ears for the last four or five years." "The scheme is well known. and I will content myself with the rest. "What you ask is impossible. "The treasure I speak of really exists. "I would speak to you of a large sum. "Is the spot far from here?" "A hundred leagues. "You knew him." continued the governor. if it succeeded. seeing that the inspector was about to depart." The abbe's eyes glistened." said the inspector in a low tone. Inspector. with that acuteness of hearing peculiar to priso ners." continued he. "I can tell you the story as well as h e. amounting to five m illions. "and the abbe's plan has not ev en the merit of originality." said the inspector. they would have a capital chance of escaping. which. who ha ving ears hear not."I inquired if you are well fed?" said he. I should believe what he says." whispered the inspector in his turn. .I ask no more." "On my word. "But what if I am not liberated. "that you are like those of Holy Writ. Could you allow me a few words in privat e." "The very sum you named. does it not?" Faria fixed his eyes on him with an expression that would have convinced any one else of his sanity. he seized the inspector's hand." replied Faria." "I am not mad. Had not government better profit by it? I will of fer six millions. "I know beforehand what you are about to sa y. "had I not been told beforehand that this man was mad. "However. and their guardians consented to accomp any them. monsieur. the government is rich and does not want your treasures." "My dear sir." The governor laughed." Then turning to Faria -." "It is not ill-planned. "of what else should I speak?" "Mr. "it is not absolutely necessary for us to be alone. and I offer to sign an agreement w ith you." "Unfortunately." said the governor.

those treasure-seekers." replied the governor. -. took an active part in the return from Elba. and awoke mad. "if he had been rich. This note was in a different hand from the rest. he would not have been h ere." This visit had infused new vigor into Dantes. I will stay here. The turnkey closed the door behind them. and continued his calculations. He remained in his cell. forgotten the date."Swear to me. "Monsieur. The inspector could not contend against this accusa tion." replied the inspector impatiently. it is conveyed to some gloomy hospital. condemned him to perpetual captivity. restrained by the limits of mere probability. "to free me if what I tell you prove true. resumed his place. and the eye that scrutinizes their actions. casti ng away his coverlet." "After all." "You do not reply to my question. "Nor you to mine. so there is n o chance of my escaping. Caligula or Nero. They fear the ear that he ars their orders. But the kings of modern times. The very madness of the Abbe Faria. You refuse me my liberty. should it depart. Formerly they beli eved themselves sprung from Jupiter. "What is he doing there?" said the inspector. and this visit only increased the belief in his insanity. for. and I will stay here while you go to the spot. but nowadays t hey are not inviolable. he had. The inspector kept his word with Dantes. They went out . wou ld have accorded to the poor wretch. so madness is always concealed in its cell. gone mad in prison. 1816. till then." replied Faria." So the matter ended for the Abbe Faria. from whence." cried the abbe. I will keep it for myself. perhaps?" said the inspector. with a fragment of plaster. as I told you. God will give it me. he wrote the date."Nothing to be done. It has always been against the policy of despotic governments to suffer the vic tims of their persecutions to reappear. which showed that it had been added since his confinement. those desirers of the impossible. where the doctor has no thought for man or mind in the mutilated being the jailer delivers to him. the liberty he so earnestly prayed for. "You will not accept my gold. "He was wealthy once. have neither courage nor desire. but now. and shielded by their birth. 30th July. "Counting his treasures." said the inspector. and found th e following note concerning him: -Edmond Dantes: Violent Bonapartist. he examined the register. As the Inquisition rarely allowed its vi ctims to be seen with their limbs distorted and their flesh lacerated by torture . in exchange for his wealth. Faria replied to this sarcasm with a glance of profound contempt. "Or dreamed he was. The greatest watchfulness and care to be exercised. he simply wrote." And the abbe. you run no risk." "Are you well fed?" repeated the inspector. a .

He entreated to be allowed to walk about. he at first expected to be f reed in a fortnight. but the latter sapiently imagined that Dantes wished to co nspire or attempt an escape. At the bottom of his heart he had often had a feeling of pity for this unhappy young man who suffered so. was yet a man. before his captivity. books. then he began to doubt his own innocence. to have fresh air. i f possible. Dantes asked to be removed from his present dungeon into another. which justified in so me measure the governor's belief in his mental alienation. and refused his request. and at the end of every prayer introduced the entreaty oftener addressed to m . with the infamous costume. He accustomed himself to speaking to the new jailer. but he went on asking all the same. The jailer. no longe r terrified at the sound of his own voice. he had obtained charg e of the fortress at Ham. was something. Chapter 15 Number 34 and Number 27. relaxing hi s sentiment of pride. to speak to a man. it would have been too tedious to acquire the names of the prisoners.nd made a mark every day. and the unhappy young man was no longer called Edmond Dantes -. but the sound of his voice terrified him. Dantes passed through all the stages of torture natural to prisoners in suspens e. A new governor arrived. he therefore fixed three months. Finally ten months and a half had gone by and no favorable ch ange had taken place. Dantes' mind had revolted at the idea of assemblages of prisoners. and writi ng materials. He now wished to be amo ngst them. and Dantes began to fancy the inspector's visit but a drea m. and then. were it even the mad abbe. This fortnight expired. and he then turned to God. the chain. though rough and hardened by the constant sight of so much sufferin g. until misfortune co mes and the unhappy sufferer first understands the meaning of the sublime langua ge in which he invokes the pity of heaven! He prayed. All the pious ideas that had been so long forgotten. three months passed aw ay. Dantes spoke for the sake of hearing his own voice. returned. but still. and would afford him some amusemen t. Often . and murderers. who ought to begin with God. he addressed his supplications. Dantes had exhausted all h uman resources. even t hough mute. and that he would not reach there until h is circuit was finished. more taciturn than the old one. He besought the jailer one day to let him have a companion. in order to see some other face besides that of his jailer. He was sustained at first by that pride of conscious innocence which is the s equence to hope. The galley-slaves breathed the fresh air of heaven. and amon gst them Dantes' jailer. their inhabitants were designated by the num bers of their cell.he was now number 34. and saw each other. and the brand on the sho ulder.Dantes still waited. for he fell into a sort of ecstasy. His requests were not granted. do not have any hope in him till they have exhausted all other means of deliverance. he decided that the inspector would do nothing until his return to Paris. an illusion of the brain. proposed tasks to accomplis h. was still a change. h e had tried to speak when alone. Go d is always the last resource. although the latter was. then six more. he learned their numbers instead. and prayed aloud. not to God. This ho rrible place contained fifty cells. he recollected t he prayers his mother had taught him. he sighed for the galleys. H e laid every action of his life before the Almighty. Unfortunates. however disadvantageous. and he laid the request of number 34 before the governor. T hey were very happy. made up of thieves. for a change. He took with him several of his subordinates. but to man. vagabonds. in order not to lose his reckoning again. At the expiration of a year the governor was transferred. then months -. Days and wee ks passed away. and discovered a new meaning in every word . for in prosperity prayers seem but a mere medley of words.

and. and that pass before the eye glowing with celestia l colors in Martin's Babylonian pictures. -. unless the protecting hand of God snatch him thence. I have seen the heavens than to God: "Forgive us our trespasses as we forgive them that trespass agai nst us. without apparent cause. because I had not courted death. fled from his cell when the angel of death s eemed about to enter. destroyed. I have lost all that bound me to life. Rage supplanted religious fervor. as the implaca ble Ugolino devours the skull of Archbishop Roger in the Inferno of Dante. he could not. This state of mental anguish is. dashed himself furiously against the walls of his prison. w ith their train of gloomy spectres." Yet in spite of his earnest prayers. that trembled and shook before the tempest. Once thus ensnared. devoured it (so to speak). less terrible than t he sufferings that precede or the punishment that possibly will follow. Unhappy he. by an unheard-of fatality. Dantes was a man of great simplicity of th ought. Dantes remained a prisoner. or a breath of air that annoyed him. and his future so doubtful. he whose past li fe was so short. whose present so melancholy. on the brink of misfortune. led to paroxysms of fury. traverse in mental vision the history of the ages. all is over. was imprisoned like an eagle in a cage. who. because I was unwilling that I. Soon t he fury of the waves and the sight of the sharp rocks announced the approach of death. Edmond found some solace in these ideas. and found them all insufficient. Ninete en years of light to reflect upon in eternal darkness! No distraction could come to his aid. He could not do this. and. But now i t is different. Dantes reviewed his past life with composure. death smiles and invites . because after torture came death. He clung to one idea -. and without education. and if punishment were the end in view other tortures than death must be invented. looking forward with terror to his future existence. chose that middle line that seemed to afford him a refuge. wreaked his anger upon everything. By dint of constantly dwelling on the idea that tranquillity was death. He told himself that it was the enmity of man. because to be cast upon a bed of roc ks and seaweed seemed terrible. beating the two horizons with its wings. and rebuild the ancient cities so vast and stupendous in the light of the imagination. the sea rage and foam. that would have exalted in thus revisiting th e past. bring to life the nati ons that had perished. a nd not the vengeance of heaven. There is a sort of consolation at the contemplation of the yawning abyss. a creature made for the service of God. however. his energetic spirit. Dantes uttered blasphemies that made his jail er recoil with horror. like a monstrous bird. "Sometimes. he considered and reconsidered this idea. and chiefly upon himself. But I did so because I was happy. that had thus plunged him into the deepest miser y. at least the boon of unconsciousness. he b egan to reflect on suicide. and death then terrified me. and I used all my skill and intelligence as a man and a sailor to struggle against the wrath of God. Then I felt that my vessel was a vain refuge. Then the letter that Villefort had showed to him recurred to his mind. should serve for food to the gulls and ravens. if not repose. a straw. All his sorrows. so that the least thing. when I was a man and commanded other men. and every line gleamed forth in fiery letters on the wall like the men e tekel upharsin of Belshazzar." said he. and a fter death. the storm arise. at the bottom of which lie darkness and obscurity. but he wh o unwarily ventures within its embrace finds himself struggling with a monster t hat would drag him down to perdition.that of his happiness. therefore. broods over ideas like these! Before him is a dead sea that stretches in azure calm before the eye. Then gloom settled heavily upon him. in the solitude of his du ngeon.a grain of sand. all his sufferings. "in my voyages. He consigned his unknown persecutors to the most horrible tortures he could i magine. and his struggles but tend to hasten his destruction.

The next mornin g he could not see or hear. when he closed his eyes he saw myriads of lights dancing before them like the will-o'-the-wisps that play about the marshes. So many loathsome animals inhabited the prison. awake him. his prospects less desperate. He persisted until. Although weakened. and began that day to carry out his resolve. twice a day he cast out. and they will think that I have eaten them. I die exhausted and broken-spirited. as I fall asleep when I have paced three thousand times round my cell. It was the last yearning for lif e contending with the resolution of despair. like a worn-out garment. but whether abstinence had quickened his first gayly. his thirst had abated.he was only four or five a nd twenty -. no. he then heard a noi . a rranged his couch to the best of his power. he had taken an oath to die. Nothing but the recollection of his oath gave him strength to proceed. "When my morning and eveni ng meals are brought. and striving to diminish the distance that separated them. Dantes had alway s entertained the greatest horror of pirates. Edmond felt a sort of stupor creeping over him which brought with it a feeling almost of content. ate little and slept less. who are hung up to the yard-arm. and found existence almost supportable. Hunger made viands once repugnant. Edmond raised his head and listened. I die after my own manner. the gnawing pain at his stomach had ceased. at last. the jailer feared he was dangerously ill. through the barred aperture." and had chosen the manner of his death. that their noise did not.he had nearly fifty years to live. he held the plate i n his hand for an hour at a time. in ge neral. now acceptable. No. and restore him to liberty? Then he raised to his lips the repast that. Two methods of self-destruction were at his disp osal.liberty! It seemed to him that heaven had at length taken pity on him. and it was but one of those dreams that fore run death! Edmond still heard the sound. then his dungeon seemed less sombre . It lasted nearly three hours. Thus the day passed away. or som e iron instrument attacking the stones. Perhaps one of those beloved ones he had so often thought of was thinking of h im. It was a continual scratching. the young man's brain instantly responded to the idea that h aunts all prisoners -. and fearf ul of changing his mind. He resolved to adopt the secon d. at the end of the second he had ceased to mark the lapse of time. and had sent this noise to warn him on the very brink of the abyss . It was the twilight of that mysterious country called Death! Suddenly. doubtless he was deceived. like a voluntary Tantalus. the pro visions his jailer brought him -. of black and mouldy bread. then with deliberation. Edmond heard a hollow sound in the wall against which he was lying. Edmond hop ed he was dying. about nine o'clock in the evening. He was still young -. and gazed thoughtfully at the morsel of bad me at. and he would not break it. or refuse food and die of starvation. he had not suff icient strength to rise and cast his supper out of the loophole. a powerful tooth. "I will cast them out of the window." No sooner had this idea taken possession of him than he became more composed. h e would not die by what seemed an infamous death. Dantes said. But the first was repugnant to him. as if made by a huge claw. He could hang himself with his handkerchief to the window bars." thought he. of tainted fish. Nearly four years had passed awa y." He kept his word. What unforseen events might not open his prison door. or whether the noise was really louder than to repose. because he felt that he could throw it off at ple asure. and at last with regret. but he thought of h is oath. "I wish to die. he refused himself.

and so destroy a ray of something like hope that so othed his last moments. but as his occupation is sanctioned by the governor. Suddenly the jailer entered. he went to a corner of his dungeon. and not begin again until he thinks every one is a sleep. grumbling and complaining. and placing the food on the rickety table. but without compromising anybody. The jailer brought him his breakfast. about the coldness of his dungeon. At the first blow the so und ceased. Edmond was inte nsely interested. on the contrary. It was easy to ascertain this. He tu rned his eyes towards the soup which the jailer had brought. but might he not by this means destroy hopes far more important than the short-lived satisfaction of his own curiosity? Unfortunately. and. If. but now the jailer might hear the noise and put an end to it. if I were only there to help him!" Suddenly anoth er idea took possession of his mind. Edmond had not spoken to the attendant. who out of kindness of heart had b rought broth and white bread for his prisoner. found himself well-nigh recovered. and with it knocked a gainst the wall where the sound came. Edmond listened intently. nearer and more distinct. Oh.he could think. For a week since he had resolved to die. it is a prisoner. so used to misfortune. about the bad quality of the food. rose. and his sight was cl ear. thanks to the vigor of his constitution. Edmond swallowed a few mouthfuls of bread and water.the idea that the noise was made by workmen the governor had ordered to repair the neighboring dungeon. He saw but one means of restoring lucidity and clearness to his judgment. Then he said to himself. that it was scarcely capable of hope -.he did not wish to die. an hour passed. Fortunately. Edmond listened. the noise I make w ill alarm him. and drank off the contents with a feelin g of indescribable pleasure. "I must put this t o the test. I need but kno ck against the wall. and wearying the patience of his jailer. and during the four days that he had b een carrying out his purpose. Edmond's brain was still so feeble that he could not bend his thoughts to anything in particular. . Some hours afterwards it began again. but this time his legs did not of something falling. and returned to his couch -. "There can be no doubt about it. If it is a workman. and all was silent. raised the vessel to his lips. He soon felt that his ideas became again collected -. h e will soon resume it. two hours passed." Edmond rose again." thought he. He struck thrice. and he will cease to work. Dantes raised himself up and began to tal k about everything. had not an swered him when he inquired what was the matter with him. as if by magic. he fancied that Dantes was delirious. staggered tow ards it. but how could he risk the question? It was easy to call his jailer's attention to the noise. he will cease.all was silent there. "it is some prisoner who is striv ing to obtain his freedom. and no sound was he ard from the wall -. Edmond replaced on the table th e bread he was about to devour. He had often heard that shipwrecked persons had die d through having eagerly devoured too much food. detached a stone. Full of hope. and watch his countenance as he lis tened. and s trengthen his thoughts by reasoning. and the sound became more and more distinct. in order to have an excuse for speaking lou der. in order to find out who is knoc king. and turned his face to the wall when he looked too curiously at him. he withdrew. and why he does so.

Encouraged by this discovery. and it would have required a screw-driver to take them off. and it broke in pieces. and departed. At intervals he listened to learn if the noise had not begun again . who did not guess he had b een disturbed by a captive as anxious for liberty as himself. and grew impatient at the prudence of the prisoner. The matter was no longer doubtful. he listened until the sound of steps died away. he pushed back his bed. penetrate the moist cement. the window grating was of iron. The bed had iron clamps.The day passed away in utter silence -. and waited for day. and then. with his ear for the hundredth time at the wall. that he had labored uselessly the previous evening in attacking the stone instead of removing the plaster that surrounded it. saw by the faint light t hat penetrated into his cell. and he soon felt that he was working against something very hard. The damp had rendered it friable. but in the darkness he could n ot do much. wa lking round and round his sma ll morsels.he had already devour ed those of the previous day. He let the jug fall on the floor. Edmond did not close his eyes. a pail. He moved away. hastily displacing his bed. All his furniture co nsisted of a bed. He began by moving his bed. Day came. but he had too often assured himself of its solidity. he ate these listening anxiously for the sound. it is true. and the jailer went grumblingly to fetch another. and with one of the sh arp fragments attack the wall. leaving the rest on the floor. The night passed in perfect silence. Dantes told him that the jug had fallen from his hand s while he was drinking.seventy-two long tedious hours which he counted off by min utes! At length one evening. and so preparing himself for his fu ture destiny. which was to break the jug. The table and chair had nothing. The breaking of his jug was too natural an accident to excit e suspicion. advised the prisoner to be more careful. and a jug. and displace a stone. All night he heard the subterranean workman. who continued to mine his way. fancied he heard a n almost imperceptible movement among the stones. Edmond had all the night to work in. and Dantes was able to break it off -. a chair. but at the end of half an hour he had scraped off a hand . the pail had once possessed a ha ndle. and had substituted a lever for a chisel. the jailer entered. Dantes heard joyfully the key grate in the lock. the prisoner had discovered the danger. Dantes. witho ut giving himself the trouble to remove the fragments of the broken one. as the jailer was visiting him for the last time that ni ght. but that had been removed. restoring vigor and agility to his limbs by exercise. and looked around for anything with which he c ould pierce the wall. he had no knife or sharp instrument. Edmond determined to assist the indefatigable lab orer. He saw nothing. and then went back and listened. Something was at work on the other side of t he wall. Three days passed -. Dantes had but one resource. In the morning the jailer brought him fresh provisions -.night came without recurrence of the no ise. "It is a prisoner. walked up and d own his cell to collect his thoughts. but they were screwed to the wood. Dantes concealed two or three of the sharpest fragments in his bed." said Edmond joyfully. shaking the iron bars of the loophole. a table. He retu rned speedily.

leaving a cavity a foot and a half in diameter. Dantes strove to do this with his nails.ful. Now when evening came Dantes put his plate on the ground near the door. but they were too weak. During the six years that he had been imprisoned. and lay down. He left the saucepan. .he smiled. Then. and Dantes. or half empty. according as the turnkey gave it to him or to his companion f irst. this saucepan conta ined soup for both prisoners. for Dantes had noticed that it was either quite fu ll. The fragments of the jug broke. the jailer. The jailer always brought Dantes' soup in an iron saucepan. It was one of these he had uncovered. the jailer entered and placed the bread on the table.there w as no alternative. as it spared him the necessity of making another trip. Was he to be thus stopped at the beginning. therefore. washed the plate. blocks of hewn stone were at intervals imb edded. he removed his bed. Then he looked about for something to pou r the soup into. The b reakfast consisted of a piece of bread. "you can take it away when you bring me my b reakfast. and which he must remove from its s ocket. The jailer was accustomed to pour the contents of the saucepan into Dantes' pla te. to give strength to the structure. At the end of an hour the stone was extricated from the wall. He was wrong to leave it there. and was he to wait inactive until h is fellow workman had completed his task? Suddenly an idea occurred to him -. pushed his bed against the wall. wishing to make the best use of his time while he had the means of labor. stepped on it and broke it. with the utmost precaution. inserted the point between the hewn stone and rough stones of the wall. "Leave the saucepan. The wall was built of rough stones. don't you intend to bring me another plate?" said Dantes. Dantes was beside himself with joy. and exposing the stone-work. Dantes would have given ten years of h is life in exchange for it. might be formed. carried it into the corner of his cell. The handle of this saucepan was of iron. and covered it with earth. after eating his soup with a wooden spoon. as he entered. in removing the cem ent. The prisoner reproached himself with not having thus employed the hours he had passed in vain hopes. The jailer. a passage twenty feet long and two feet broad. he continued to work without ceasing. and despondency. This time he could not blame Dantes. and after wai ting an hour. He rapidly devoured his food. supposing that the rock was not encountered. and the perspiration dried on his forehead. and employed it as a lever. "Well. what might he not have accomplished? In three days he had succeeded. he paused. a mathematician might have calculated that in two years. A slight oscillation s howed Dantes that all went well. At the dawn of day he replaced the stone. took the handle of the saucepan. prayer. whi ch thus served for every day. among whic h. but the ja iler was wrong not to have looked before him. and after an hour of useless toil. only grumbled. Dantes carefully collected the plaster. lest the jailer should change his mind and return. Dantes' entire dinner service consisted of one plate -." This advice was to the jailer's taste." said Dantes.

and. to dig above or under it."No. no matter. therefore. deadened by the distance. togeth er with the fish -. He listened -." "How long have you been here?" . "Of what country?" "A Frenchman. This would have been a method of reckoning time. this was a greater reason for proceeding -. and do not let me die in despair!" "Who talks of God and despair at the same time?" said a voice that seemed to co me from beneath the earth. "you destroy everything. he toiled on all the night without being discourage d. He had noticed.if hi s neighbor would not come to him. The iron made no imp ression. after having recalled me to existence. he would go to his neighbor. however. or rather blocked up. He felt more gratitude for the possession of this piece of iron than he had ever f elt for anything.all was silent. Dantes touched it. So for the future I hope you will not be so destructive." Edmond had not heard any one speak save his jailer for four or five years. After having deprived me of my li berty. but after two or three hours he encountered an obstacle. "I hear a human voice. "Ah." Dantes raised his eyes to heaven and clasped his hands beneath the coverlet. The turnkey poured his ration of soup into it. "I have so earnestly prayed t o you. and by the evening he had succeeded in extracting ten handfuls o f plaster and fragments of stone." said he. and pour your soup into that." cried Dantes." "Your name?" "Edmond Dantes. and placed i t in its accustomed place. had not Dantes long ceased to do so. Dantes straightened the handle of the saucepan as well as he could." replied Dantes. t hen you make me break your plate. and a jailer is no man to a prisoner -. Dantes wished to ascertain whe ther his neighbor had really ceased to work. have pity on me. sounded hollow and sep ulchral in the young man's ears. "speak again. who made no hesitation in answering. as i t had been for the last three days. However. "In the name of heaven. though the sound of your v oice terrifies me. after having deprived me of death. the turnkey retired. my God. a barrier of flesh and blood adding strength to restraints of oa k and iron. th e government would be ruined. When the hour for his jailer's visit arrived. Edmond's hair stood on end. that I hoped my prayers had been heard. I shall leave you the saucepan. if all the prisoners followed your example. Dantes sighed. it was evident that his neigh bor distrusted him." "Your profession?" "A sailor. and he rose to his knees.for thrice a week the prisoners were deprived of meat. Who are you?" "Who are you?" said the voice. it w as necessary. Having poured out the soup. "An unhappy prisoner.he is a living door. This beam crossed." replied the turnkey. First you break your jug. and found that it was a beam. the hole Dantes had made. All day he toiled on untiringly. The unhappy young man had not thought of this. my God!" murmured he. but met with a smooth surface. "O my God. that the prisoner on the other side h ad ceased to labor.

" "What! For the emperor's return? -. 1815. a nd have come out fifteen feet from where I intended. "Oh."Since the 28th of February. But how long have you been here that you are ignorant of all this?" "Since 1811. "Do not dig any more. this man had been four years longer than himself in prison.the emperor is no longer on the throne." Dantes shuddered." "Alas!" murmured the voice." "How is it concealed?" "Behind my bed." "Your crime?" "I am innocent. what is the matter?" cried Dantes. the n?" "He abdicated at Fontainebleau in 1814.the Isle de Daume or the Isle de Tiboulen -." said the voice. I took the wrong angle. I took the wall you are min ing for the outer wall of the fortress." "And supposing you had succeeded?" "I should have thrown myself into the sea." "But of what are you accused?" "Of having conspired to aid the emperor's return.and then I should have been safe ." ." "But then you would be close to the sea?" "That is what I hoped. "only tell me how high up is your excava tion?" "On a level with the floor." "And the corridor?" "On a court. gained one of the islands near here -." "Has your bed been moved since you have been a prisoner?" "No. and was sent to the Island of Elba." "What does your chamber open on?" "A corridor. "I have made a mistake owing to an error in my plans.

and wait until y ou hear from me. He then gave himself up to his happiness. I will be your comrade." "You mistrust me. Wait. for I was about to form another plan. then. and you will have my death to reproach yo urself with." "But you will not leave me. you of those whom you lo ve. or you will let me come to you ." "Tell me. "to-morrow. 1815. dispersed the fragments with the same precaution as before. Edmond fancied he heard a bitter laugh re sounding from the depths. We will escape." "Then you will love me. I have a father who is seventy if he yet lives." returned the voice. but I conjure you do not abandon me. Dantes rose. "I swear to you by him who died for us that naught shall induc e me to breathe one syllable to my jailers." "How old are you? Your voice is that of a young man. I will be your son.I am No. for I have not counted the years I have been here. and leave you. and I of those whom I love." "Oh. do not work any more. rather than betray you. I swear to you. My father has not yet forgotten me. I am a Christian. H . I am alone in the world." "Not quite twenty-six!" murmured the voice. "Oh. the 28th of February. guessing instinctively that this man mean t to abandon him. I a m sure. stop up your excavation carefully. You must love somebody?" "No. I only lo ve him and a young girl called Mercedes. at least. but God alone knows if she loves me still. but your age reassures me. and p ushed his bed back against the wall. no." cried Dantes." said Dantes. that I was just nineteen when I was arrested. but now all is lost. 27. for I have got to the end of my strength. if you are ol d. I will not forge t you. no." "All?" "Yes. I will give you the signal. All I do know is." "I do not know my age." "How long?" "I must calculate our chances. "at that age he cannot be a traitor . I shall love you as I loved m y father. If you do." "It is well. who you are?" "I am -." These few words were uttered with an accent that left no doubt of his sincerity . that I wil l dash my brains out against the wall. If you are young." cried Dantes. "I swear to you again. you will come to me. and ask for my assistance. I wo uld allow myself to be hacked in pieces!" "You have done well to speak to me. and if we cannot escape we will talk."Could you have swum so far?" "Heaven would have given me strength.

and prayers where two or three are gathered together invoke the mercy of heaven. just as he removed his bed from the wall. whom he loved already. this instant. The jailer went away shaking his head." In a moment that part of the floor on which Dantes was resting his two hands. He had a deep-set. first the head. but he was about to die of grief an d despair when this miraculous noise recalled him to life. Plaints made in common are almost prayers. about to regain his liberty. 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. and the bold outline of his strongly ma rked features. He sat down occasionally on his bed . "Is it you?" said he. Chapter 16 A Learned Italian. for the jailer said. He would be condemned to die. "Oh. penetrating eye. The next mo rning. at the worst. It seemed to him that th us he better guarded the unfinished opening. Doubtless there was a strange expre ssion in his eyes. suddenly gave way. "he will not return until the evening. he saw appear. but a certain brisk ness and appearance of vigor in his movements made it probable that he was aged . All day Dantes walked up and down his cell." "I can work. He was a man of small stature. perhaps.e would no longer be alone. he would kill him with his water jug. betokened a man more accustomed to exercise his mental faculties than his physical strength. Once or twice the thought crossed his mind that he might be separated from this unknown." said Dantes. are you going mad again?" Dantes did not answer. Then from the bottom of this passage. Large drops of perspiration were now standing on his brow." "Is your jailer gone?" "Yes. he heard three knocks. yes. The jailer came in the evening. in order to obtain a better view of his features by the aid of the imperfect light that struggled through the grating. who sprang lightly into his cell. and a long (and still black) beard reaching down to his breast. yes. and lastly the body of a man. Night came. he would have a companion. I entreat you. Dantes almost carr ied him towards the window. but he was mistaken. and then his mind was made up -. Dantes hoped that his neigh bor would profit by the silence to address him. with hair blanched rather by suffering and sorro w than by age. deeply furrowed by care. Dantes was on his bed. pressing his hand on his heart. The stranger might have numbered sixty or sixty-five years. Seizing in his arms the friend so long and ardently desired. he drew back smartly . He was. while a mass of stones and earth disappeared in a hole that opened beneath the aperture he himself had formed. almost buried beneath the thi ck gray eyebrow. then the shoulders. "I am here. and captivity that is shared is but half capt ivity. however. he feared that the emotion of his voice would betray him . then?" said the voice. His thin face. "Come. he threw himself on his knees. so that we have twel ve hours before us.when the jailer moved his bed and stooped to examine the opening. a s he knelt with his head in the opening. At the slightest noise he bounded towards the door. the depth of which it was impossible to measure.

" said he. as I told you. My labor is all in vain. there are three others -. then. to reach the outer wall. I have all that are nece ssary." exclaimed Dantes. and with the exception of a file. "but the corridor you speak of only bounds one side of my cell. and it would take ten experienced mi ners. Th is adjoins the lower part of the governor's apartments. I did not curve aright. fitting it into its place. -. but I suppose you had no tools to aid you. however. in the first place. pierce through it. here is my chisel. young man -.don't speak so loud. I you know anything of their situation?" "This one is built against the solid rock. -"You removed this stone very carelessly. I have." Advancing to the opening.faces on . a distance of about fifty feet. "With one of the clamps of my bedstead." "And you say that you dug your way a distance of fifty feet to get here?" "I do. pincers. with a handle made of beechwood. where we must necessa rily be recaptured. kept along th e corridor on which your chamber opens. although he must at that moment have been suffering bitterly to find another dungeon where he ha d fondly reckoned on discovering a means of regaining his liberty. as many years to perforate it. that persons are stationed outside the doors of the cells purposely to overhear the conversation of the prisoners. instead of going beneath it. unfortunately. only. duly furnished with the requisite tools. he displayed a sharp strong blade." "Oh. It frequently occurs i n a state prison like this. that is about the distance that separates your chamber from mine. and were we to work our way through." "Why. The fourth and last side of your cell faces on -." "That makes no difference. and lever. almost terrified.our future tranquillity depends upon our jailers being entirel y ignorant of it. and throw myself into the sea. how I should like to see these products of your industry and patience. instead of taking an ellipsis of f orty feet." "But they believe I am shut up alone here. I made it fifty. and this very tool has sufficed me to h ollow out the road by which I came hither." said Dantes." "Well. we should only get into some lock-up cellars. he stooped and raised the stone eas ily in spite of its weight. now where does it face?" . as though his chilled affect ions were rekindled and invigorated by his contact with one so warm and ardent.a chisel. he said. for I find that the corridor looks into a courtyard filled with so ldiers." "Fifty feet!" responded Dantes. He received the enthusiastic greeti ng of his young acquaintance with evident pleasure." "That's true.more from captivity than the course of time. "whether it is possible to remove the traces of my entrance here -. "And with what did you contrive to make that?" inquired Dantes. "Let us first see. "Do not speak so loud.stop a minute. "do you possess any?" "I made myself some. with astonishment. for want of the necessary geometrical ins truments to calculate my scale of proportion." So saying. He thanked him with grateful cordiality for his kindly welcome.

so as to be able to command a perfect view from top to bottom." "Willingly. which gradually diminished in size as it approached the outside. Pray let me know who you really are?" The stranger smiled a melancholy smile. he nimb ly leaped from the table to the ground. for I was fearful he might also see me. indeed. I entreat of you. alas. for better security. sprang up with an agility by no means to be expected in a person of his years. It was a . that made me dra w in my head so quickly. bending double. to an opening through which a child could no t have passed. "Then listen. for the ceiling of the dungeon prevented him from holdi ng himself erect. divining the wishes of his companion." "Say not so. An instant afterwards he hastily drew back his head.The wall of which he spoke was the one in which was fixed the loophole by which light was admitted to the chamber. "Climb up. Th is side of your chamber looks out upon a kind of open gallery." "Well?" inquired Dantes. placed his back securely against the wall and held out both hands. previously to which I had been confined for three years in the fortress of Fenestrelle. light and steady on his feet as a cat or a lizard. "You perceive then the utter impossibility of escaping through your dungeon?" "Then. In the year 1811 I was transferred to Piedmont in France. he dr agged the table beneath the window. "Yes. climbed f rom the table to the outstretched hands of Dantes. Dantes gazed on the man who could thus philosophi cally resign hopes so long and ardently nourished with an astonishment mingled w ith admiration. where patrols are continually passing. The stranger. in his turn desc ending from the table. "I am the Abbe Faria. "I thought so!" an d sliding from the shoulders of Dantes as dextrously as he had ascended. and sentries keep watch day and night. As the stranger asked the question. "Tell me. then." pursued the young man eagerly -"Then." said he at length. now. The young man obeyed. "the will of God be done!" and as the old man slowly pronounced those words. This loophole." said he to Dantes. was. mounted on the table. The elder prisoner pondered the matter. "if. and. so as t o quiet all apprehensions even in the mind of the most suspicious jailer as to t he possibility of a prisoner's escape." answered the elder prisoner. you feel any curiosity respect ing one. "it is so." said he. and have been imprisoned as you know in this Chateau d'If since the year 1811. I saw the soldier's shape and the top of his musket. furnished with three iron bars." answered the stranger. and from them to his shoulder s. whom as yet Dantes knew only by the numb er of his cell. saying. an air of profound resignation spread itself over his careworn countenance. he managed to slip his head between the upper bars of the wind ow. and. you can console and support me by the strength of your own powerfu l mind. "What was it that you thought?" asked the young man anxiously. powerless to aid you in any way. "never ha ve I met with so remarkable a person as yourself." "Are you quite sure of that?" "Certain. who and what you are?" said he at length.

named king of Rome even in his cr adle. who feigned to enter into my views only to betray me. After Charl es I. I sought to form one large." "The brother of Louis XVII. then liberty. yes. Charles II. because. ea ch held by some weak or tyrannical ruler. if such innocent beings could be found in an abode devo ted like this to suffering and despair.for what great and mysterious purpose has it pleased heaven to abase the man once so elevated. turning towards Dantes. inasmuch as he had seen and spoken with him. Louis XVIII. you will see all this come to pass. I desired to alter the political face of Italy.. by acknowledging that I am the poor mad prisoner of the Chateau d'If." answered Dantes. and i nstead of allowing it to be split up into a quantity of petty principalities. "the priest who here in the Chateau d'If is generally thought to be -. and Clement VII. "Are you not.. and raise up him who was so abased?" Dantes' whole attention was riveted on a man who could thus forget his own misf ortunes while occupying himself with the destinies of others. lastly. in all probability." replied Faria. had bestowed on him a son. Napoleon c ertainly he knew something of. that four years afterwards.?" "No. and surveying him with the kindli ng gaze of a prophet. and Napoleon was unable to complete his work. namely.! How inscrutable are the ways of providence -." resumed Faria with a bitter smile.Napoleon II. Then who reigns in France at this moment -." "Probably. but I forget this sometimes." "But wherefore are you here?" "Because in 1807 I dreamed of the very plan Napoleon tried to realize in 1811. "we are prisoners. but it will never succeed now. "Yes." continued he. my f riend!" said the abbe.. Dantes could not understand a man risking his life for such matters. then a constitution. you mean. It was the plan of Alexander VI." Dantes remained for a short time mute and motionless. don't you?" "I did not like to say so. Cromwell. some Prince of Orange. Italy seems fated to misfortune. then. and then some son-in-law or relation. and ther e are even moments when my mental vision transports me beyond these walls. and Alexander VI."Th en you abandon all hope of escape?" ." And the old man bowed his head.. like Machiavelli. "Well.ill?" "Mad." he asked.t this period I learned that the destiny which seemed subservient to every wish formed by Napoleon. but of Clement VII. "'Twill be the same as it was in England. this colossus of power would be overthrown . Then new concessions to the people. he knew nothing. at length he said. a nd powerful empire. fo r many years permitted to amuse the different visitors with what is said to be m y insanity. I was very far then from expecting the change you have just informed me of . Ah. a stadtholder who becomes a king. compact. smiling. -. I should be promoted to the honor of making sport for the children. and. "let me answer your question i n full. because I fancied I had found my Caesar Borgia in a crowned simpleton. and then James II. and I fancy myself at liberty. if ever I get out of prison!" "True. "you are young. for they attempted it fruitlessly. and. after Cromwell.

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

but I cannot so easily persuade myself to pier ce a heart or take away a life. indeed?" cried he." "Well. let me know what it is you have discovered?" "The corridor through which you have bored your way from the cell you occupy he re. We must pierce through the corrid or by forming a side opening about the middle. my dear friend. and so it ever is because in simple a nd allowable things our natural instincts keep us from deviating from the strict line of duty. This time you will lay your plans more accurately." replied shall now see me prove mine. but man. "Because. "what has hindered you from knocking down your jailer with a piece of wood torn from your bedstead. we shall get out into the gallery you have described. young man (and I pray of you to give me your full attention). and that you possess. and every night renewing the task of the day." replied the abbe. "pray. dressing yourself in his clothes. which I am not deficient in. "do you think yourself more guilty in making the attempt since you have encountered me?" "No. kill the sentinel who guards it." A slight movement of surprise escaped Dantes. and what use I intend ma king of my strength. as it were the top part of a cros s. and merited not condemnation. or destroy a staircase." "And have your notions changed?" asked Dantes with much surprise. "the natural repugnance to the commission of such a crime prevented you from thinking of it. loathes the idea of blo od -. and make our escape .one who had comm itted no offence. on the contrary. 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 permi t him to spring on his victim. and endeavoring to escape?" "Simply the fact that the idea never occurred to me. not men. raising his head with quick anxiet y. his natural construction and physiological formation" -- . "that where your liberty is at stake you can allow a ny such scruple to deter you from obtaining it?" "Tell me. "it is clear you do not unders tand the nature of the courage with which I am endowed. I consider that I have abundantly exercise d that in beginning every morning the task of the night before.After continuing some time in profound is not alone that the laws of social life inspire him with a shrinking dread of taking life. neither do I wish to incur guilt. then. But then. "I have found what you were in search of!" Faria started: "Have you. does it not?" "It does. The tiger." said the old man. All we require to insure success is courage. then I thought I could not be doing anything displeasing t o the Almighty in trying to set an innocent being at liberty -. extends in the same direction as the outer gallery. I will tell you what we must do. the young man suddenly excla imed." said he." "And is not above fifteen feet from it?" "About that. as for patience. I have thought it no sin to bore throug h a wall. and strengt h. you have abundantly proved your s -." "One instant. "Is it possible. As for patience. Hitherto I have fancied myself merely wa ging war against circumstances. whose nature teaches him to delight in shedding blood." answered Dantes.

those that proceed from the head and those that emanate from th e heart." said he. and when weary with toil. till I knew them nearly by heart. I know Lavoisier. or rather soul. but he had some difficulty in believing. I found out that with one hundred and fifty well-chosen book s a man possesses. as the escape of the Duc de Beaufort from the Chateau de Vincennes. you had your hopes to refresh and encourage you. "I have thought over all the most celebrat ed cases of escape on record." answered the abbe. and when it presents itself." "But for such a work you must have needed books -. but after reading th em over many times. ink. at the foot of St. that of the Abbe Dubuquoi from For l'Eveque. They have rarely been successful." "Were you then permitted the use of pens. at least al l that a man need really know." Dantes gazed with admiration.' and will make one large quarto volume. s ." said Dantes. I invented a preparation that makes linen as smooth and a s easy to write on as parchment." said Faria. for instance." replied the old man. you were constantl y employed in the task you set yourself. "you might well endure the tedious delay. "Since my imprisonment. a chemist?" "Somewhat. little imagining at the time that they would be arranged in order within the walls of the Chateau d'If. Let us." "I assure you. no. Mark's column at Venice. and paper?" "Oh. Faria sa w this. "I had none but what I made for myself. m any of them meditated over in the shades of the Coloseum at Rome. if not a complete summary of all human knowledge. "I did not turn to that source for recreat ion or support. Those that have been crowned with full success have been long meditated upon. "When you pay me a visit in my cell. then. my young friend. and was the intimate friend of Cabanis. therefore. pens and ink?" "Yes. and on the borders of the Arno at Florence. such." "You made paper." "Ah." "What did you do then?" "I wrote or studied. "I will show yo u an entire work.had you any?" "I had nearly five thousand volumes in my library at Rome. wait patiently for some favorable moment. and those are the best of all." "You are. and carefully arra nged. Then there are those for which chance sometimes affords opportunity. the fruits of the thoughts and reflections of my whole life. I devoted three years of my life to reading and s tudying these one hundred and fifty volumes." "And on what have you written all this?" "On two of my shirts.Dantes was confused and silent at this explanation of the thoughts which had un consciously been working in his mind. for there are two distinct sorts of ideas. of Latude from the Ba stille. profit by it. The work I speak of is called `A Treatise on the Possibility o f a General Monarchy in Italy.

Plutarch." replied the abbe. by the aid of ancient Greek I learned modern Greek . I made a vocabulary of the words I knew. so as to enable me to express my thoughts through their medium. in which he soon disappeared.that is to say. Ita lian. English. he added. and Spanish. still hoping to find some imperfection which migh t bring him down to a level with human beings. Titus Livius. followed by Dantes. Dante." asked Dantes.o that since I have been in prison. "Oh. I could recite you the whole of Thucydides. and I assure you a better ink cannot be desired. although I bel ieve there are nearly one hundred thousand in the dictionaries. French. I selected the cartilages of the heads of these fishes. so as to have been able to read all these?" "Yes. For very important notes. German. for I will freely confess that my historical labors have been my greatest s olace and relief. Montaigne. You are aware what huge whitings are served to us on maig re days. which would be universally preferred to all others if once known. I cannot hope to be very fluent. turned. an d Bossuet. how can you manage to do so?" "Why. I know near ly one thousand words." replied Faria. Spinoza. who almost fancied he had to do with one gi fted with supernatural powers.I don't speak it so well as I could wish. and arranged t hem. which is all that is absolutely necessary. Machiavelli." "Improve yourself!" repeated Dantes. "but it was clos ed up long ere I became an occupant of this prison. After having passed with tolerable ease through the subterranean passage. for which closer attent ion is required. and you c an scarcely imagine the delight with which I welcomed the arrival of each Wednes day." said Dantes. Well. Friday. then let it be directly!" exclaimed the young man. but I am still trying to improve mys elf." "You are. "Follow me. I forget the present. "why. how did you manage to write the work you speak of?" "I made myself some excellent ones. "of what did you make your ink?" "There was formerly a fireplace in my dungeon." "And when. this soot I d issolved in a portion of the wine brought to me every Sunday. Tac itus. and wrote with my own blood. but I certainly should have no difficulty in explaining my want s and wishes. I speak five of the modern tongues -. for it was thickly covered with a coating of soot." said the abbe. Shaksepeare. and Saturday. as he re-entered the subterranean passage. doubtless." Stronger grew the wonder of Dantes. and that would be quite as much as I should ever require. Chapter 17 The Abbe's Chamber. it must have been man y years in use. "Then if you were not f urnished with pens. I name only the most important. returned. Xenophon. I pricked one of my fingers. Still. acquainted with a variety of languages." "But the ink. a very slight effort of memory has enabled m e to recall their contents as readily as though the pages were open before me. "may I see all this?" "Whenever you please. Jornandes. as affording me the means of increasing my stock of p ens. then. Strada. and traversing at will the path of history I cease to remember that I am myself a prisoner. While retracing the past. which .

my literary reputation is forever secured. "and then observe the lines traced on the wall. I have torn up two of my shirts. by means of these lines." said he. being in Italian. to complete the precious pages." said the abbe. so legible that Dantes could easily read it. "It is well. "There. I am enabled to ascertain the precise hour with more minuteness t han if I possessed a watch. as well as make out the sense -. from tha t point the passage became much narrower. did not admit of their holding themselves erect. "there is the work complete. and the ellipse it describes round the sun. showing to the young man a slender stick about six inches l ong. but nothing more than common met h is view. however. A double movement of the globe he inhabited. Dantes cast around one eager and searc hing glance in quest of the expected marvels." Instinctively Dantes turned round to observe by wh at watch or clock the abbe had been able so accurately to specify the hour. your great work on the monarchy of Italy!" Faria then drew forth from his hiding-place three or four rolls of linen. appeared to him perfectly impossible. and not the earth." answered Dantes. Sho uld I ever get out of prison and find in all Italy a printer courageous enough t o publish what I have composed. as a Provencal . fro m seeing the sun rise from behind the mountains and set in the Mediterranean. Each word that fell from his companion's lips seemed fraught with the mysteries of scienc e. th at it moved. by the help of his chisel. a nd as many handkerchiefs as I was master is now just a quarter past twelve o'clock. and. and barely permitted one to creep thro ugh on hands and knees. while the sun and earth never vary in their appointed paths. to the . which he could just recollect having visited during a voyage made in his earliest youth. perfectly understood." said he to the abbe. "we have some hours before us -." The abbe smiled. like folds of papyrus. as worthy of digging out as the gold and diamonds in the mines of Guzerat and Golconda. who had always imagined. "What do you wish to see first?" asked the abbe. beneath which was a cavity of considerable depth." This last explanation was wholly lost upon Dantes. serving as a safe depository of the articles mentioned to Dantes. which had doubtless been the hearth. into which the abbe's cell opened. I wrote the word finis at the en d of the sixty-eighth strip about a week ago. "I am anxious to see your treasures." "I see. which are in accordance with the double motion of the earth. proceeding to the disused fireplace.. a language he. and of which he could feel nothing. they were all carefully numbered an d closely covered with writing. the two friends reac hed the further end of the corridor. As he entered the chamber of his friend. for that might be broken or deranged in its movement s. a long stone. "Come. The floor of the abbe's cell was paved." said the abbe. and it had been by raising one of the stones in the most obscure corner that Faria had to been a ble to commence the laborious task of which Dantes had witnessed the completion. and much resembling the size of the handle of a fine painting-brush. "Oh. raised." "Look!" said Faria. "Now let me behold the curious pens with which you ha ve written your work. laid one over the other. "Look at this ray of light which enters by my window. These rolls consisted of slips of clo th about four inches wide and eighteen long.

as I require it. 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 M arseilles as the works of the savages in the South Seas from whence they had bee n brought by the different trading vessels. he found it firm.why. I made it. one of those cartilages of which t he abbe had before spoken to Dantes. the abbe sprinkled a little dust over it to conc eal the traces of its having been removed. for heaven's sake. was a hollow space. "Who supplied you with the materials for making this wonderful work?" . it was pointed. that you can see t o work in the dark?" "Indeed they are not. "Night! -. but God his supplied man with the intelligence that enabl es him to overcome the limitations of natural conditions. That's my masterpiece. "I told you how I managed to obtain that -. rubbed his foot well on it to make it assume the same appearance as the other. the abbe exhibited a sort of torch very similar to those used in public illuminations. "the penknife." said Faria. and then." replied Faria. then looked around to see the instrument with which it had been shaped so correctly into form." "I separated the fat from the meat served to me. "and that is how you managed to do all this by daylight?" "I worked at night also. he re moved it from the spot it stood in. I furnished myself wit h a light. "But light?" "Here are two flints and a piece of burnt linen." "One thing still puzzles me." They p ut the stone back in its place. as well as this larger knife. melted it. "You have not seen all yet. as though ov erwhelmed by the perseverance and strength of Faria's mind. by a piece of thread. going towards his bed." "And matches?" "I pretended that I had a disorder of the skin." Dantes laid the different things he had been looki ng at on the table. and concealed by a stone fitting in so closely as to defy all suspicion.end of which was tied. Behind the head of the bed. yes." continued Faria. solid. and in this space a ladder of cords between twenty-five and thirty feet in length. out of an old iron candlestick.and I only just make it from time to time. as for the other knife." The penknife was sharp a nd keen as a razor." So saying. and asked for a little sulphur. and stood with his head drooping on his breast. "Ah. Let us shut this one up. and divided at the nib like an ordinary pen. it would serve a double purpose." observed Dantes. "for I did not think it wise to t rust all my treasures in the same hiding-place. which was readily supplied. Dantes closely and eagerly examined it." said Faria. "As for the ink. and with it one could cut and thrust. are your eyes like cats'. and so made oil -here is my lamp. Dantes examined it with intense admiration. and compact eno ugh to bear any weight." "You did? Pray tell me how.

" said he. and wh ich sudden chance frequently brings about. have evaporated in a thousand follies. "I once thought. so that I have be en able to finish my work here. however. I would fain fix the source of it on man that I may no longer vent reproaches upon ." "It has been long enough to inflict on me a great and undeserved misfortune. "What are you thinking of?" asked the abbe smilingly. busily occupied by th e idea that a person so intelligent. sharp fish-bone. I carefully preserved my ladder against one of those unforeseen opportunities of which I spoke just now. Compression is needed to explode gunpowder." "Your life. the mind of Dantes was. Captivity has brought my mental faculties to a focus. "but you had another subject for your thought s. opening his ragged vestments. and letting myself down from the window." continued Faria. misfortune is needed to bring to light the treasures of the human intellect. What would you not have accomplished if you had b een free?" "Possibly nothing at all. with a small perforated eye for the thread. is somewhat wider than yours. Nevertheless. imputing the deep abstrac tion in which his visitor was plunged to the excess of his awe and wonder. "I know nothing." The abbe smiled. he showed Dantes a long. Some of your words are to me quite empty of meaning. in a state o f freedom. in fact. "o f removing these iron bars. did you not say so just now?" "I did!" "You have told me as yet but one of them -. in the first place. from lightning. during my three years' imprisonment at Fenestrelle. the overflow of my brain would probably. "Well."I tore up several of my shirts. as." replied Dantes. a sm all portion of which still remained in it." said the abbe. where he himself could see nothing. has not been of sufficient length to admit of your having passed through any very important events. for when I had taken out the thread I required.from electr icity.let me hear the other. I discovered that I should merely have dr opped into a sort of inner court." "It was this." "With what?" "With this needle." While affecting to be deeply engaged in examining the ladder. although I should have enlarged it still m ore preparatory to my flight. -. you were perfectly unacquainted with mine. as y ou see. "upon the enormous degr ee of intelligence and ability you must have employed to reach the high perfecti on to which you have attained. ingenious. and you are wel l aware that from the collision of clouds electricity is produced -." "No. my young friend. which. illumination. and I therefore renounced the project altogeth er as too full of risk and danger. You must be blessed indeed to possess the knowledge you have. and ripped out the seams in the sheets of my b ed." replied Dantes. no. and when I was removed t o the Chateau d'If. lightning. I hemmed the edges ove r again.that while you had related to me all the particulars of your p ast life." "And was it not discovered that your sheets were unhemmed?" "Oh. "I was reflecting. I managed to bring the ravellings with me. and clear-sighted as the abbe mi ght probably be able to solve the dark mystery of his own misfortunes.

and ultimately to lead us into guilt and wickedness. -. my dear young friend. and the receipt of a packet to be delivered by himself to the grand marsha l. from an artificial civilization have originated wants. by heaven! I was a very insignificant person. Well. comes the axiom that if you vis it to discover the author of any bad action. revolts at crime. and that is. and interview with his father -." "Then you profess ignorance of the crime with which you are charged?" "I do. What say you?" . Now. from the king who stands in the way of h is successor. From this poin t everything was a blank to Dantes -. not even the length of time he had been imprisoned. closing his hiding-place. his temporary detention at the P alais de Justice. -. vices. human nature. that unless wicked ideas take root in a naturally depraved mind. From this view of things. Every one. and their nuptual feast -.he knew nothing more. so that we have a spiral whic h in defiance of reason rests upon the apex and not on the base. which occasionally become so powerfu l as to stifle within us all good feelings. as in Descartes' theory of pressure and imp ulsion.his arrival at Marseilles. "There is." Dantes obeyed. seek first to discover the person t o whom the perpetration of that bad action could be in any way advantageous. then.his affection for Mercedes." "Come. but which consisted on ly of the account of a voyage to India. everyt hing is relative. which bear s upon what I was saying to you some little while ago. Still. and pushing the bed back to it s original situation. and commenced what he called his history." "Do not speak thus. and receives his salary of twelve th ousand livres." said the abbe." said he. to apply it in your case. and this I swear by the two beings most dear to me upon earth. and two or three voyages to the Levant u ntil he arrived at the recital of his last cruise. and his final imprisonment in the Chateau d'If. You say you were on the point of being made captain of the Pharaon?" "Yes. His recital finished. in the ev ent of the king's death. in a right an d wholesome state. his successor inherits a crown. and his receiving. a letter addressed to a Monsieur Noirtier -. Now .to whom could your disappearance have been servic eable?" "To no one. for your reply evinces neither logic nor philosophy." "And about to become the husband of a young and lovely girl?" "Yes. with the death of Captain Lec lere. the supernumerary steps into his shoes. But these forces increase as we go higher.when the employee di es. and false tastes. indeed.his arrest and subsequent examination. in place of the packet brought. has his place on the social ladder. . could any one have had any interest in preventing the accomplishment of t hese two things? But let us first settle the question as to its being the intere st of any one to hinder you from being captain of the Pharaon. and is beset by stormy passions and conflicting interests. to the employee who keeps his rival out of a place. from the highest to the lowest father and Mercedes.heaven. "a clever maxim. these twelve thousand livres are his civil list. his interview with that personage. at the end of his meditations. Now let us retu rn to your particular world. "let me hear your story." "Now. the abbe reflected long an d earnestly. and are as essential to him as the twelve millions of a king.

I feel convince d their choice would have fallen on me." "What rank did he hold on board?" "He was supercargo." "Now we are getting on. and gave you a letter in place of it. and had th e sailors possessed the right of selecting a captain themselves. should you have retained him in his employment?" "Not if the choice had remained with me." cried the abbe." "Good again! Now then." . was any person present during your last convers ation with Captain Leclere?" "No."I cannot believe such was the case. but he refused.and -. how could a sailor find room in hi s pocket for a portfolio large enough to contain an official letter?" "You are right. I had quarelled with him some time previously. we were quite alone." "Then it was not till your return to the ship that you put the letter in the po rtfolio?" "No. There was only one person among the crew who had any feeling of ill-will towards me." "Somebody there received your packet. for I had frequently observed inaccura cies in his accounts." "You had your portfolio with you. for the cabin door was open -.Dang lars himself passed by just as Captain Leclere was giving me the packet for the grand marshal." "And what did you do with that letter?" "Put it into my portfolio. And what was this man's name?" "Danglars. I was generally liked on board." "Could your conversation have been overheard by any one?" "It might. now I recollect." "And what did you do with this same letter while returning from Porto-Ferrajo t o the vessel?" "I carried it in my hand." "And had you been captain. tell me. -." "That's better. "now we are on the right scent. then? Now. it was left on board.stay. and had even challenged him to fight me. the grand marshal did. I t hink?" "Yes. Did you take a nybody with you when you put into the port of Elba?" "Nobody.

and try to recall every circumstance attending your arrest. again. listen to me. has been intrusted by Murat with a packet for the us urper." "And how was the anonymous letter written?" "Backhanded." Dantes paused a moment.'" The abbe shrugged his shoulders. t hat performed with the left hand is invariably uniform. "and you must have had a very confiding nature." said the abbe. he wrote on a piece of prepared linen." "Stop a bit. with his left hand." "How did Danglars usually write?" "In a handsome. that one Edmond Dantes. at his father's residence. "Disguised." "Let us proceed. as well as others. and the words sank deeply into my memory. that would indeed be infamous." "It was very boldly written. Do you recollect the words in which the information against you was formulated? " "Oh yes." "You have evidently seen and observed everything. "This is it. if disguised." "Now." "Danglars. everybody could see that you held a letter in your hand?" "Yes. by the usurper." "Simply because that accusation had been written with the left hand. "Why your writing exactly resembles that of the accusation. and." said he."So that when you went on board the Pharaon." "Repeat it to me. as well as a good heart." Again the abbe smiled. "How very astonishing!" cried he at length. t he first two or three words of the accusation." "Do you really think so? Ah. with a letter for the Bonapartist Club in Paris. or in his cabin on board the Pharaon. T his proof of his guilt may be procured by his immediate arrest. Dantes drew back. taking up what he called his pen. after having touched a t Naples and Porto-Ferrajo. and gazed on th e abbe with a sensation almost amounting to terror. I read it over three times." . this day arrived from Smyrna. then said. as the letter wi ll be found either about his person. mate on board the Pharaon. after dippi ng it into the ink. running hand. as well as the rest?" "Danglars. not to have suspected the origin of the whole affair. and I have noticed that" -"What?" "That while the writing of different persons done with the right hand varies. word for word: `The king's atto rney is informed by a friend to the throne and religion. "The thing is clear as day.

" "Then it is Danglars." "I am listening." "You imagine him capable of writing the letter?" "Oh. yes." "Wait a little. never. I think?" "He was a Catalan." "Was there any person whose interest it was to prevent your marriage with Merce des?" "Yes.yes. Danglars was joking in a friendly way. pressing his hand to his throbbing brows." "I feel quite sure of it now. the heartless. Oh." "Not even to your mistress?" "No. that on the table round which they we re sitting were pens." "That is a Spanish name. he was a tailor named Caderousse. ink. They were in earnest conve rsation." "You had never spoken of them yourself to any one?" "To no one." "That is in strict accordance with the Spanish character.stay! -. in all probability made their acquaintance.How strange that it should not have occurre d to me before! Now I remember quite well. Now I recollect" -"What?" "To have seen them both sitting at table together under an arbor at Pere Pamphi le's the evening before the day fixed for my wedding."Oh." "Were they alone?" "There was a third person with them whom I knew perfectly well. a young man who loved her." said Dantes. not even to my betrothed. and paper. and who had." "Besides. he would more likely have got rid of me by sticking a knife into me. "the various circumstances mentioned in the letter were wholly unknown to him." "And his name was" -"Fernand. but he was very drunk. but Fernand looked pale and agit ated. but an act of cowardice. was Danglars acquainted with Fernand?" "No -. yes!" "Now as regards the second question. treacherous scoundrels! " exclaimed Dantes. Stay! -. . he was. Pray. an assassination they will unhesitatingly commit. no.

" "Then you feel quite sure that it was your misfortune he deplored?" "He gave me one great proof of his sympathy. you must assist me by t he most minute information on every point. you see more cl early into my life than I do myself." "And that?" "He burnt the sole evidence that could at all have criminated me. was neve r brought to trial. then. to explain to me how it was that I underwent no second examination. and to whom the greatest mystery seems but an easy ridd le." "What? the accusation?" "No." "Was he young or old?" "About six or seven and twenty years of age." "By your misfortune?" "Yes." "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." "So." "Did you tell him your whole story?" "I did. the letter. who see so completely to the depths of things. who examined you. besides the villany of your friends?" inquired the abbe with a laugh. " The ways of justice are frequently too dark and mysterious to be easily penetrat ed. above all."Is there anything else I can assist you in discovering. I should say. his deputy . for. in good truth." replied Dantes eagerly. "I would beg of you. "Old enough to be ambitions." responded the abbe. All we have hitherto done in the matter has been child's play. but too young to be corru pt. He seemed quite overcome by my misfortune." "Pray ask me whatever questions you please. and." "Are you sure?" .the king's attorney. was condemned without ever having had senten ce passed on me?" "That is altogether a different and more serious matter. "Yes. If you wish m e to enter upon the more difficult part of the business. at any rate." "In the first place. yes. And how did he treat you?" "With more of mildness than severity. or a magistrate?" "The deputy. -." answered the abbe.

the whole thing is more clear to me than that sunbeam is to you. who had been a Girondin during t he Revolution! What was your deputy called?" "De Villefort!" The abbe burst into a fit of laughter." "With all my heart! You tell me he burned the letter?" "He did. and.a Noirtier." "And the worthy man destroyed your compromising letter?" "Yes. This man might." "And then made you swear never to utter the name of Noirtier?" "Yes." said Dantes.'" "This action is somewhat too sublime to be natural. No." "Well. Poor fe llow! poor young man! And you tell me this magistrate expressed great sympathy a nd commiseration for you?" "He did. be a greater scoundrel than y ou have thought possible. 13 Coq-Heron. Is the world filled with tig ers and crocodiles?" "Yes. "What ails you?" said he at length. let us go on. `You see I thus destroy the only proof existi ng against you." "Never mind." "You think so?" "I am sure of it.I knew a person of that name at th e court of the Queen of Etruria. after all." "Now can you conceive of any interest that your heroic deputy could possibly ha ve had in the destruction of that letter?" "Why. "Noirtier! -. it is not altogether impossible he might several times never to speak of that letter to ed me for my own interest. "Do you see that ray of sunlight?" "I do. and remember that two-legged tigers and crocodiles are more dangerous tha n the others. while Dantes gazed on hi m in utter astonishment. -. Paris."I saw it done. n oath never to utter the name mentioned in the have had." "Noirtier!" repeated the abbe." "That alters the case. saying at the same time." "Upon my word. Noirtier. To whom was this letter addressed?" "To M." . assuring me he so advis he insisted on my taking a solem address. for he made me promise any one. "you make me shudder. more than this.

he could not have been more completely transfixed with horror than he was at the sound of these unexpected words. the destruction of the letter." said he. and exclaime d. During these hours of profound meditation. Again the abbe looked at him. he clasped his hands around his head as though to prevent his very brain from bursting. like the aurora which gu ides the navigator in northern latitudes. for the unfortunate man never alluded to his own sorrows. the exacted promise. but it was never egotistical. "Because it has instilled a new passion in your heart -. contained many useful and important hints as well as sound informa tion. "His father! his father!" "Yes. Dantes listened with admiring attention to all he said. but in accordance with Dantes' request. and staggered against the wall like a drunken man. The elder prisoner wa s one of those persons whose conversation. who seemed rather to implore me rcy than to pronounce punishment. sitting with fixed gaze and contracted features. the almost supplicating tones of the magistrate. "Let us talk of something else. and the abbe h ad come to ask his young companion to share the luxuries with him. or having given you the i nformation I did. his father. had procured for the abbe unusual privileges. He was supplied wit h bread of a finer. he had formed a fearful resolution. " At this instant a bright light shot through the mind of Dantes. The reputation of being out of his mind. or hell opened its yawning gulf before him. A part of the good abbe's wo rds. He cried out. and cleared up all that had been dark and obscure before. though harmlessly and even amusingly so. Now this was a Sunday. but." When he regained his dungeon. were wholly incomprehensible to him. who. then he hurried to the opening that led from the abbe's cell to his own. some of hi s remarks corresponded with what he already knew." said he." replied the abbe. or applied to the sort of know ledge his nautical life had enabled him to acquire. where the turnkey fo und him in the evening visit. to think over all this. he threw himself on his bed. his features were no longer contracted. like that of all who have experienced many trials. you poor short-sighted simpleton. d umb and motionless as a statue. and now wore their usual expression. Dantes was at length roused from his revery by the voice of Faria. he began to speak of other matters. which to him had seemed only minutes. whose very name he was so careful to keep concealed? Noirtier was his father. "I mu st be alone." Had a thunderbolt fallen at the feet of Dantes. whiter quality than the usual prison fare. and said. "You must teach me a small part of what you know." Dantes smiled. and gave fantastic glimpses of new horizons. had come to invite his fellow-sufferer to share his supper."Why. opened new vistas to the inquiring min d of the listener." "Why so?" inquired Dantes. Faria bent on him his penetrating eye: "I regret now . however. -. Starting up. then mournfully shook his head." said Dantes. can you not guess who this Noirtier was . The change that had come over Villef ort during the examination. "having helped you in your late inquiries. enabling him jus tly to estimate the delight an intellectual mind would have in following one so richly gifted as Faria along the heights of truth. "if only to pre . and bound h imself to its fulfilment by a solemn oath. Dantes follow ed. having also been visited by his jailer.all returned with a stunning force to his m emory.that of vengeance. "his right name was Noirtier de Villefort. and even regaled each Sunday with a small quantity of wine. where he was so much at home. but there was that in his whole appearance that bespoke one who had come to a f ixed and desperate resolve.

that Faria. passed by unheed ed in one rapid and instructive course. history. N ow. and when I have taught you mathematics. the mathematical turn of his mind rendered him apt at all kinds of calculation. and had also picked up a little of the Romaic dialect during voyages to the East." said Dantes. "What shall you teach me first? I am in a hurry to b egin. there are the learners and the learned. i t is like the golden cloud in which the Messiah went up into heaven." "Well. He al ready knew Italian. I can well believe that so learned a person as yo urself would prefer absolute solitude to being tormented with the company of one as ignorant and uninformed as myself. "Ah. it is the application of the sciences to truth. daily grew sadder. Dantes observed. If you will only agree to my request. Sometimes he would fall into long reveries. you will know as much as I do myself. if you choose to call it so." said he. and exclaimed. it will scarcely require two years for me to communicate to you the stock of learning I possess. Perhaps the delight his studies afforded him left no room for such thoughts. certainly. or the rigid severity of geometry." "No matter! I could never agree to it. "that I loathe the idea of sheddi ng blood. I want to learn. one thought seemed incessantly to harass and distract h is mind. however." "Two years!" exclaimed Dantes. to learn is no t to know. and German. then suddenly rise. "do you really believe I can acquire all these t hings in so short a time?" "Not their application. then. At the end of a year Dantes was a new ma n. and the three or four mode rn languages with which I am acquainted. you have thought of it?" . sigh heavily and involuntar ily. with folded arms." said the abbe. Dantes spoke no more of escape." The abbe smiled." "But cannot one learn philosophy?" "Philosophy cannot be taught. "Alas . so that at the end of six months he began to speak Spanish. would be simply a measure of self-preservation. and by the aid of these two languages he easily comprehend ed the construction of all the others. I p romise you never to mention another word about escaping. in spite of the relief his society affo rded. philoso phy the other. my boy." said Dantes. begin pacing the confined space of his dungeon." "Everything." "And yet the murder. but their principles you may. even months. English. One day he stopped all at once. "I have already told you. to be entered upon the following day." answered the abbe. if there wer e no sentinel!" "There shall not be one a minute longer than you please. Days." "Still. And that very evening the prisoners sketched a pla n of education. In strict accordance with the promise ma de to the abbe. perhaps the recollection that he ha d pledged his word (on which his sense of honor was keen) kept him from referrin g in any way to the possibilities of flight. physics. "human knowledge is confined within very narrow limits. while his naturally poetical feelings threw a light and pleasing veil over the d ry reality of arithmetical computation. combined with an astonishing quickness and readiness of conception. who had followed the working of his thoughts as accurately as though his brain were encl osed in crystal so clear as to display its minutest operations. Dantes possessed a prodigi ous memory. and. Memory makes the one.vent your growing weary of me.

with an air of determ ination that made his companion shudder. and to let themselves down from the outer walls by means of th e abbe's ladder of cords." "He shall be both blind and deaf." "And how long shall we be in accomplishing the necessary work?" "At least a year. no. Come. with the passage which united the m. in reply."Incessantly. and refused to make any furthe r response. "I have." "We have lost a year to no purpose!" cried Dantes. It consisted of a plan of his own cell and that of Dantes. blushing deeply. tut!" answered the abbe. "Are you strong?" the abbe asked one day of Dantes. That very day the miners began their labors. "we may hope to put our design into execution. and you are about the best specimen of the genus I have ever known. "man is but man after all. to ok up the chisel. alas!" cried the abbe. if it were only possible to place a deaf and blind sentinel in the gal lery beyond us. bent it into the form of a horseshoe." said the abbe. once there. "impossible!" Dantes endeavored to renew the subject. "Forgive me!" cried Edmond. Dantes' eyes sparkled with joy. The prisoners were then to make their way through one of the gallery windows. a large excavation would be made. and then as readily stra ightened it." "Then." "And shall we begin at once?" "At once. have you not?" asked Dantes eagerly. would be immediately bound and gagged by Dantes before he had power to of fer any resistance. and he rubbed his hand s with delight at the idea of a plan so simple. "And will you engage not to do any harm to the sentry. yet apparently so certain to suc ceed." cried the abbe. "And you have discovered a means of regaining our freedom." replied the young man. In this passage he proposed to drive a level as they do in mines. with a vigor and alacrity proporti onate to their long rest from fatigue and their hopes of ultimate success. who. let me show you my plan. The young man. Three months passed away." T he abbe then showed Dantes the sketch he had made for their escape. "Tut. this level would bring the two prisoners immediately beneath the gallery where the sentry k ept watch. "No. the abbe shook his head in token of disapproval. stunned by his fall. except as a last resort? " "I promise on my honor. Nothi ng interrupted the progress of the work except the necessity that each was under . and one of the flag-sto nes with which the gallery was paved be so completely loosened that at the desir ed moment it would give way beneath the feet of the soldier. "Do you consider the last twelve months to have been wasted?" asked the abbe.

their greatest dread now was lest the stone through which the sent ry was doomed to fall should give way before its right time. already dull and sunken. they were obliged to defer their final attempt till that auspicious moment s hould arrive. to await a night sufficiently dark to favor their flig ht. you will find it has been ho llowed out for the purpose of containing a small phial you will see there half-f illed with a red-looking fluid. the rubbish be ing first pulverized so finely that the night wind carried it far away without p ermitting the smallest trace to remain. and the excavation completed beneath the gallery. therefore help me back to my room while I have the strength to dr ag myself along. and his hands clinched tightly together. "all is over with me. "Gracious heavens!" exclaimed Dantes. They had lear ned to distinguish the almost imperceptible sound of his footsteps as he descend ed towards their dungeons. Go into my cell as quickly as you can. when he immediately laid the suf . "Alas. he wore an air of melancholy dignity which Dantes. draw out one of the feet that support the bed. The fresh earth excavated during their present work. easily acquired. were surrounded by purple circles. The abbe was a man of the world. the only tools for which had been a chisel. thanks to the imi tative powers bestowed on him by nature. I can feel that the paroxysm is fast approaching. and happily. at others. moreover.of returning to his cell in anticipation of the turnkey's visits. perhaps mortal illness. half-carrying. Bring it to me -. Dantes was o ccupied in arranging this piece of wood when he heard Faria. he managed to reach the abbe's chamber. 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. and which would have entirely blocked up the old passage. Dantes did not lose his presence of mind. I h ad a similar attack the year previous to my imprisonment." Dantes looke d in fear and wonder at the livid countenance of Faria. More than a year had been consumed in th is undertaking. but descended into the passage. where he found him standing in the middle of the room. mixed in the first society of the day. relating to him the histo ry of nations and great men who from time to time have risen to fame and trodden the path of glory. then. and his very hair seemed to stand on At the end of fifteen months the level was finished. what ails you?" cried Dantes. as they were. while his lips were white as tho se of a corpse. "Tell me. who had remained in Edmond's cell for the purpose of cutting a peg to secure their rope-ladder. "listen to what I have to say. was thrown. I am seized with a terribl e. and which is seldom posse ssed except by those who have been placed in constant intercourse with persons o f high birth and breeding. cal l to him in a tone indicative of great suffering. and this they had i n some measure provided against by propping it up with a small beam which they h ad discovered in the walls through which they had worked their way." faltered out the abbe. "what is the matter? what has happened?" "Quick! quick!" returned the abbe. out of the window in either Faria's or Dantes' cell. and a woode n lever. his fore head streaming with perspiration. and the two workmen could dist inctly hear the measured tread of the sentinel as he paced to and fro over their heads. whose eyes. Dantes hastened to his dungeon . no! -. somet imes in one language. This malady admits but of one remedy. I will tell you what that is. as well as that outwar d polish and politeness he had before been wanting in. and had. never failed of being prepared for his c oming. Compelled. by degrees and with the utmost precaution. dragging his unfortunate companion with him. I beseech you. half-supporti ng him. a knife.or rather -. pale as death. sometimes in another. letting his chisel fall to the floor. Faria still continuing to instruct Dantes by conversing with him.I may be found here.

a violent convulsion shook his whole frame. knowing that all was ready for flight. Dantes listened. and not before. and before the departing steps of the jailer had died away in the l ong corridor he had to traverse. foam at the mouth. On the other hand. taking up the knife. and plainly distinguished the approaching steps of the jailer. he fell back. Dantes beg an to fear he had delayed too long ere he administered the remedy. He had scarcely done so before the door opened. pour from eight to te n drops of the liquor contained in the phial down my throat. then. dashed himself about. carefully drawing the stone over the opening. When I be come quite motionless. foamed. open eyeballs. Faria had now fully regained his consciousness. "I did not expect to see you again. "Help! help!" cried the abbe." said the poor abbe. a faint sigh issued from the lips. and cry out loudly. he struggled. to Dantes. I thought you might have made your escape. his eyes start ed from their sockets. more helpless than an infant. and the sufferer mad e a feeble effort to move. "Thanks. consciousness returned to the dull. "I -. thrustin g his hands into his hair. but Edmond's anxiety had put all thoughts of time out of his head.I" -So sudden and violent was the fit that the unfortunate prisoner was unable to c omplete the sentence. then." said he feebly." "Perhaps!" exclaimed Dantes in grief-stricken tones. "He is saved! he is saved!" cried Dantes in a paroxysm of delight.force open my teeth with the knife. "Did you fancy yourself dying?" "No. At length a slight color tinged the livid cheeks. and became as rigid as a c orpse. Almost before the key had turned in the lock. -. Take care my cries are not heard. and uttered the most dreadful crie s. but he pointed with evident anxiety tow ards the door. was soon besi de the sick man's couch. shivering as though his veins were filled with ic careful about this. and cause me to fall into fearful convulsions. his mouth was drawn on one side. then. however. uttering neither sigh nor groan. It was therefore near seven o'clock. and co lder and paler than marble. The fit lasted two hours. his cheeks became purple . The sick man was not yet able to speak. which. he with difficulty forced open the closely fixed jaws. continued gazing on the lifeless features of his frie nd. An hour passed away and the old man gave no sign of returning animation." The deep glow of indignation suffused the chee . dar ted through it. and raising the stone by pressing his head against it. and anxiously awaited the result. The young man sprang to the entrance.ferer on his bed. cold. doubled up in one last convulsion. but he still lay helpless and exhausted. hurried back to the abbe 's chamber. more crushed and broken than a reed trampled under f oot. -. and hurried to his cell. "I am about to be seized with a fit of catalepsy. but. for if they are it is more than probable I should be removed to another part of the prison. and. the symptoms may be much more violent.I -. and the jailer saw the pr isoner seated as usual on the side of his bed. Dantes prevented from being heard by covering his head with t he blanket. carefully a dministered the appointed number of drops. when it comes to its height I shall probably lie still and motionless as though dead. Edmond waited till life seemed extinct in the body of his friend.die -. whose restless anxiety concerning his f riend left him no desire to touch the food brought him. and I may perhaps r evive. Dantes. I had no such idea. "And why not?" asked the young man. and rigid as a corpse. and we be separated forever.

" "I shall never swim again. single-hearted. "Without you? Did you really think me capable of that?" "At least. "Then I shall also remain. w hat difference will that make? I can take you on my shoulders.and meanwhi le your strength will return." "No. None can fly from a dungeon who cannot walk. that even your own excelle nt heart refuses to believe in. he slowly added. and judge if I am mistaken. only with a better chance of success . -. because we shall be able to command every requisite assistance. but forever. I have c ontinually reflected on it. and he predicted a similar end for me. an d my head seems uncomfortable." "The physician may be mistaken!" exclaimed Dantes. rising and extendi ng his hand with an air of solemnity over the old man's head. to allow yourself to be duped by vain hopes." answered the abbe. The physician wh o prepared for me the remedy I have twice successfully taken." said the abbe. The attack which has jus t passed away. perfectly inanimate and helpless." said he. A sigh escaped him. "The last attack I had. The third attack will either carry me off." "My good Edmond. I know what I say. Edmond." Faria gazed fondly on his noble-minded. "lasted but half an hour." The young man raised the arm. who are a sailor and a swimmer.a week. The abbe shoo k his head. or leave me paralyz ed for life. Here I shall remain till the hour of my delivera nce arrives. " By the blood of Christ I swear never to leave you while you live. not for a ti me. Everything is in readiness for our flight. and that. and after it I was hungry. "I now see how wrong such an opinion would have been . are you not?" asked the abbe. indeed. "Depend upon it. -. We shall s ave you another time. which shows that there has been a suffusion of bl ood on the brain. for it is a family inheritanc e." "It is well. Indeed. must know as wel l as I do that a man so loaded would sink before he had done fifty strokes. condemns me forever to the walls of a prison." said Dantes. I expected it. and swim for both of us. "your strength will return. no. and got up without help. was no other than the celebrated Cabanis." cried Dantes. who are young and active. you should have another) will find you at liberty." And as he spok e he seated himself near the bed beside Faria. as we have done this." said the abbe. two months. delay not on my account. Since the first attack I experienced of this malady. "you are mistaken -. and we can select any time we choose. A s for you." "My son. Alas. As soon as you feel able to swim we will go. "you. a month." "Well. "be not deceived. if need be.go-I gi ve you back your promise." replied Dantes. then." Then. will be the hour of my death. both my father and grandfather died of it in a third attack.ks of Dantes. and read in his countenance ample confirmation of the sincerity of his de . "You are convinced now. but fly -. which fell back by its own weight. we will wait. Lift it." replied Faria. "And as for your poor arm. now I can move neither my right arm nor leg. and took his hands. in all human probability. alas! I am fearfully exhausted and debilitated by this attack. high-principled young f riend. Ceas will not die! And your third a ttack (if. "This arm is paralyzed." "Be of good cheer.

my friend. I can offer you no assistance . With his instinctive delicacy Edmond had preferred avoiding any touch on this painful chord. from this day fort h. and set about this work.he had refrained from talking of the treasure. I am not mad. "Your treasure?" stammered Dantes. "Thanks. after so painful a crisis. which. who must know that I am not. Go. quit this place. and call the attention of his officer to the circumstance. a sheet of paper.this paper is my treasure. and y ou will not. seemed to indicate a serious relapse into mental alienation. Yes -. and the young man retired to his task." murmured the invalid." Dantes took the hand of the abbe in his. of which. "this is a terrible relapse! There was only this blow wanting." said he. and I see by your pa leness and agitation what is passing in your heart at this moment. Faria smiled. "You have. No one would listen or believe me. hear the hollow sound of his fo otsteps. be assure d. because ev eryone thought me mad. "What is that?" he inquired." "Alas. in the spirit of obedience and respect which he had sworn to show towards his aged friend. but showed the paper to Dantes. in which. which had brought upon the ab be the accusation of madness. fatigued you. That would b ring about a discovery which would inevitably lead to our being separated. "and I only see a half-burnt paper. listen to me. he found Faria seated and looking composed. "Look at it. I shall have something of the greatest importance t o communicate to you." "This paper.votion and the loyalty of his purpose. Edmond. you will. Until this day and for how long a time! -. I wi . But as I cannot. a noble nature. You may one of t hese days reap the reward of your disinterested devotion. and affectionately pressed it. This treasure exists. Faria s miled encouragingly on him. and now these few words uttered by Faria. "I accept." The sweat started forth on Dantes brow. by chance. When Dantes returned next morning to the chamber of his companion in captivity. he held open in his left hand. had the form of a cylinder. Chapter 18 The Treasure. on which are traces of Gothic characters inscribed with a p eculiar kind of ink. one-half belongs to you. he retained the use. "Yes. and do not return here to-morrow till afte r the jailer his visited me. "I may now avow to you. In the ray of light which entered b y the narrow window of his cell. No. of which alone. it becomes necessary to fill up the excavation ben eath the soldier's gallery. "I have looked at it with all possible attention. unhappily. it will be recollected." said Dantes. if necessary. had you not better repose awhile? To-morrow. and b elieve me so afterwards if you will. he might. and was not easily kept open." murmured Edmond to himself. He did not t hen. and Faria had been equally silent. He had taken the silence of the old man for a return to reason. from being constantly rolled into a small compass. "My dear friend." Then he said aloud. indeed. extending one hand. Dantes. if you will. your attack has. and if I have not been allowed to possess it. since I have the p roof of your fidelity -. keep at it all night. perha ps." said Faria." said the abbe with a smile. but you.

and I tasted it slowly in the night of my dungeon and the despair o f my captivity. or the next day after...adieu. completed every thought. it is a matter of the utmost importance. "a treasure is not a thing we need hurry about. Well. young and with a promising future. and have reconstructed every ph rase.I go -. my friend. This idea was one of veng eance to me. "Why.. and you shall judge for yourself." "Then we will not talk of it until to-morrow. heir. who. but first listen to the hi story of this paper. of Roman crowns in the most distant a." "And do you believe you have discovered the hidden meaning?" "I am sure I have. and covered it with a mat in order the more effectually to avoid discovery. which may amount to two. read this paper. "You persist in your incredulity. I see you require proofs. But now I have forgiven the world for the love of you." "I will not irritate him. who read them for the first time. hearing of Faria's illness from the jailer. Edmond!" replied the old man. the third attack may n ot come on? and then must not all be over? Yes.he read: -"This treasure.. of the second opening wh. had come in person to see him. but read this paper to-day. desirous of not yielding to the old m an's madness. which I ha ve never shown to any one. indeed." continued Faria. Besides. glided like a snake along the narrow passage. will be forever lost to those men who persecute me. by some accident. -." "Yes. avoiding all gestures in order that he might conce al from the governor the paralysis that had already half stricken him with death .ll hear your narrative. -. pushed the stone into place with his foot." said Edmond. -." And Dantes. of which half was wanting. which would make the wealth of a dozen familie s.. I have often thought wit h a bitter joy that these riches. who have grown pale over them by many nights' study.." he s aid. restored by his alarm to a certain amount of a ctivity. "25th Apr il. and taking the paper. Edmond. then. declare to belong to him alo.. Faria sat up to receive him.." Edmond turned away his head with a si gh." "Silence!" exclaimed Dantes. It was the governor. w hich are rendered illegible by fire. l49" "Well!" said Faria. "Who knows if to-morrow. now that I see you. happy to escape the history and explanation which would be sure to confirm his belief in his friend's mental instability. but not for me. "I thought it was understood that we should not talk of that until to-morrow. I shudder at any delay . "Steps approach -." " that I think of all that ma y result to you in the good fortune of such a disclosure. "I see nothing but broken lines and unconnected words." "On the contrary." thought Edmond. no doubt. and tremble lest I should not assure to one as worthy as yourself the possessi on of so vast an amount of hidden wealth. my dear friend. when the young man had finished reading it.having been burnt. "My words have not convinced you." replied Dantes. while Faria. but to-day I wish to nurse you carefully. to you.

The cardinal's house h ad no secrets for me. they were Giovanni Rospigliosi. his palace wa s my paradise. and then he had the two hats to sell besides. seated on his bed with his head in his hands. like public rumor. not seeing the young man appear. that the abbe was mad -. so wonderfully sagacious. There was a third point in view. and. Listen to me. since their first acquaintance. his leg was inert. I owe to this worthy lord all the happiness I ever knew. in the twentieth chapter of the Life of Pope Alexander VI. Fa ria. and eagerly searching amongst dusty family manuscripts.such a conviction would be so terrible! But.thi s was the return the holy father looked for.' But he. who was formidable st ill in spite of his recent reverses. but it is in vain. One day when I was re proaching him for his unavailing searches. although the wealth of his family h ad passed into a proverb. to have re course to some profitable scheme. which was a matter of great difficulty in the impoverished condition of exhausted Italy. or was all the world deceived as to Faria? Dantes remained in his cell all day. and he could no longer m ake use of one arm. lived on this reputation for wealth. and deploring the prostration of mind that followed them. was only troubled wi th a slight indisposition. "You know. The pope had also need of money to bring matters to an end with Louis XII.. His fear was lest the governor. towards the evening after the hour for the customary visit had gone by.' "By choosing two of the greatest personages of Rome. and I heard the phrase very often. and when he was alone i n the world. might order him to be remov ed to better quarters. not daring to return to his friend. who are dead. "Here I am. His holiness had an idea. he could sell t he great appointments and splendid offices which the cardinals already held. and the governor left him. the last of the princes of that name. Caesar Borgia. I was tutor to his nephews. smiling bitterly. for whom in his heart he felt a kind of affection. therefore.. "You t hought to escape my munificence. to make up to him all he had done for me during ten years of unremitting kindness. "that I was the secretary and intimate friend of Car dinal Spada. he seated h imself on the stool beside him. He determin ed to make two cardinals. in fact. tried t o collect his scattered thoughts. that he could not understand how so much wisdom on all points could be allied with m adness. and placing the old man on his bed. opened a volume rel ating to the History of the City of Rome. Faria. he looked at me. and thus separate him from his young companion. There. who had completed his con quest. which I can never forget: -"`The great wars of Romagna had ended. During this time. The pope and Caesar Borgia first found the two future c ardinals. once for all. who held four of the highest dignities . I tried by absolute devotion to his will. Edmond. whic h will appear hereafter. But fortu nately this was not the case. especially rich men -. `As rich as a Spada . In the first place. convinced that the poor madman. pursuing you remorselessly. thinki ng thus to defer the moment when he should be convinced. for otherwise he would not have been able to enter by the small aperture which led to Dantes' chamber. Was Faria deceived as to his treasure. touched with pity. Edmond shuddered when he heard the painful efforts which the old man made to drag himself along. were the following lines. I had often seen my noble patron annotating ancient volume s. and it was necessary. had bee n on all points so rational and logical." he said with a benignant smile. He was not rich." said the abbe. King of France. Edmond was obliged to assist him. tried to move and get over the distance wh ich separated them." Edmond saw there was no escape. had need of money to purchase all Italy.

went with a good appetite and his most ingrati ating manner. Then the pope and Caesar Borgia invited the two cardinals to dinner. a prudent man. When this was pressed to effect the opening of the cupboard. but it appeared t he servant did not find him. Rospigliosi. An hour afterwards a physician declared they were both pois oned through eating mushrooms. The resul t was.' Caesar gave way before such cogent reasoning. Caesar proposed to his father. "It is time now to proceed to the last part of the speculation.a negligence on the part of the lock smith. "The table was laid in a vineyard belonging to the pope. and the cardinals were consequently invited to dinner. perfectly comprehending the meaning of the question. the person was pricked by this small point. and Caesar Borgia soon found purchasers for their appointments. The nephew replied n o. of which the lock was difficult. a charming retreat which the cardinals knew very well by report. and Caesar Spada. Spada died on the threshold of the vineyard. near San Pierdarena. and that the snare was well spread. Caesar. Then there was the ring with the lion's head. while a prick or a bite occasions a delay of a da y or two. The f irst sight that attracted the eyes of Spada was that of his nephew. which Caesar wore when he want ed to greet his friends with a clasp of the hand. something tells me that we shall get that money back. both felt the high honor of such a favor from the pope. `Caesar wills that you die. and induced them to arrange their affairs and take up their residen ce at Rome. since Christianity. This was a matter of dispute between the holy father and his son. and died next d ay. the famous key which was given to certa in persons with the request that they go and open a designated cupboard. and thus eig ht hundred thousand crowns entered into the coffers of the speculators. "Then Caesar and the pope hastened to lay hands on the heritage. in the first place.`I bequeath to my belove . `His holiness reques ts you to dine with him. replied: `Now as to the worthy cardi nals. one of the noblest and richest of the Roman nobility. that is to say.' but it was a legate a late re. and at the end of twenty-four hours. o r shake hands with them. and eight other pers ons paid for the offices the cardinals held before their elevation. qui te set up with his new dignities. that Rospigliosi and Spada paid for being cardinals. The lion bit the hand thus fav ored. which proved that he had anticipated all. the bite was mortal. The pope heaped attentions upon Rospigliosi and Spada. Caesar though t they could make use of one of the means which he always had ready for his frie nds. let us ask both of them to dinner. conferred upon them the insignia of the cardinalate. and made his will.' "Spada set out about two o'clock to San Pierdarena. who came with a smile on his lips to say from the pope. They were ambi tious.of the Holy See. But the inheritance consisted in thi s only. took paper and pen. for he had already drunk a glass of excellent wine. as Caesar looked at him with an ironical air. in full cost ume. making signs which his wife could not comprehend . so eminently civi lizing. -.. "Spada knew what these invitations meant. Spada turned pale. it was no longer a centurion who came from th e tyrant with a message. you forget. It was too late. and greatly attached to his only nephew. Spada and Rospigliosi. The pope awaited him. the nephew expired at his own door. Besides. They began dinner and Spada was only ab le to inquire of his nephew if he had received his message. placed for him expressly by the pop e's butler. a y oung captain of the highest promise. Spada. Spada at the same moment saw another bottle approach him. a scrap of paper on which Spada had written: -. under presence of seeking for the papers of the dead man. This ke y was furnished with a small iron point. which he w as pressed to taste. that they should either ask the cardinals to open the cupboard. and Caesar Borgia paying him most marked attentions. had made progress in Rome. but Alexander VI. He t hen sent word to his nephew to wait for him near the vineyard. an indigestio n declares itself immediately.

that Caesar. "on the contrary. and the two palaces and the viney ard remained to the family since they were beneath the rapacity of the pope and his son. contained in the library and laboratories. poisoned at the same time. "I was then almost assured that the inheritance had neither profited the Borgia . and some were ruined. and so weighty with gold. scrutinized. for the sole purpose of assuring myself whether any increase o f fortune had occurred to them on the death of the Cardinal Caesar Spada." said Faria. I had often heard him comp lain of the disproportion of his rank with his fortune. with beau tiful Gothic characters. It had been handed down from father to son. I found -. Alexander VI. but the new skin was spotted by the poison till it looked like a t iger's." "The family began to get accustomed to their obscurity. -. contracts.nothing. for the singular clause of the only will th at had been found. There were two palaces and a vineyard behind the Palatine Hill. After the pope's death and his son's exile. because Cardin al Rospigliosi. s ome bankers. was completely despoiled. and I advised him to inv est all he had in an annuity. He did so. died." "I will.the Count of Spada. I say the two. he went and got himself obscurely killed i n a night skirmish. had carried o ff from the pope the fortune of the two cardinals. eh?" "Oh. which w ere kept in the archives of the family. amongst others. but in these days landed property had not much value. but this was not the case. e xamined. -. whose secretary I was -. Then.unless they were those of science. my books. or at least very little. but found nothing. admired the breviary. poisoned. others diplomatists. a better politician than his father. his companion in misfortune. was really the most mise rable of uncles -. go on. escaped by shedding his skin like a snake. and the p ublic rumor was. and were greatly astonished that Spada. The S padas remained in doubtful ease. and. "Up to this point. all descending from the poisoned cardina l. but the nephe w had time to say to his wife before he expired: `Look well among my uncle's pap ers. Years rolled on. scarcely noticed in history. who had not taken any precaution. Caesar and his father searched. preserved in the family with superstitious veneration. That was all. which I beg he will preserve in remembrance of his affectionate uncle. "At the sight of papers of all sorts. I come now to the last of the family. no know b y what mistake. It was an illuminated book. the rich treasures -. had caused it to be regarded as a genuine relic. Yet I had read. I in my turn examined the immense bundles of documents. but in spite of the most exhaustive researche s. it was supposed that the Spada family would resume the splendid pos ition they had held before the cardinal's time. stewards. and thus doubled his income. compelled to quit Rome.' "They sought even more thoroughly than the august heirs had done. parchments. secretaries before me.titles. not exceeding a few thousand crowns in plate. and was in the count's possession. interrupting the thread of his narrative. Months and years rolled on." cried Dantes. and about the same in ready money. some churchmen.d nephew my coffers. my breviary with the gold co rners. and am ongst the descendants some were soldiers. Caesar. The celebr ated breviary remained in the family. some grew rich. "this seems to you very meaningless. but it was fr uitless. laid hands on the furniture .' "The heirs sought everywhere. I beg of you. like twenty servitors . a mystery hung over this dark affair. there is a will. it seems as if I were reading a most interesting narrative. that a servant always carried it before the cardinal on days of great solemnity. but co uld only trace the acquisition of the property of the Cardinal Rospigliosi. my friend. I had even written a precise history of t he Borgia family.

read it again. and overcome by a heavy dinner I had eaten. the treasure is in the furthest a. with an air of triumph. may amount to nearly two mil. I took a wax-candle in one hand. in these caves.. and his famous breviary.. and that I would draw up a genealogical tree and history of his house.. I saw yellowish characters appear on the paper. twisted it up tog ether. but as no one came. I remai ned in my ignorance. and then I will complete for you the incomplete words and unconnected sense. and the Count of Spada in his poverty. traced with an ink of a reddish color resembling rust: -"This 25th day of April. creek to the east in a right line. . on condition that I would hav e anniversary masses said for the repose of his soul. found it.. be. I hesitated for a moment.the caves of the small . and re. "read this other paper. that I have bu.. which Edmond read as follows : -". and a fortnight after the death of the Count of Spada. offered the paper to Dantes. "25th April. which treasure I bequeath and leave en.. and I was going to leave Ro me and settle at Florence. counted. . ke pt there by the request of the heirs... Be eas y.. which he had in ready money. as if by magic.. Gui do Spada .essed of ingot . however. when I had done so.I declare to my nephew. "In 1807.. Island of Monte Cristo. will find on raising the twentieth ro..... for the thousandth time.. "Caes. set light to it.. My patron died. only ap pearing when exposed to the fire. I was in utter darkness. tired with my constant labor at the same thing. and I fell asleep about three o'clock in the afternoon. a month before I was arrested. who were poisoned. Fearing. I was reading. put out t he flame as quickly as I could. gems.. I raised my head. we are near the conclusion. an old paper quite yellow with age.. I felt for it. as my sole heir. all I poss. that I alone.." said the abbe.. and the famous breviary.s nor the family. and which had served as a marker for centuries.. and has visited with me. Alexander VI. He h ad reserved from his annuity his family papers. intending to take with me twelve thousand francs I po ssessed." Faria. lighted my taper in the fire itself. my library. and with the other groped about f or a piece of paper (my match-box being empty). 1498. in... "And now.. in proportion as the fire ascended. It was indee d but anticipating the simple manners which I should soon be under the necessity of adopting.. diamonds... I awoke as the clock was striking six.. I se arched. All this I did scrupulously.. my head dropped on my hands. but had remained unpossessed like the treasures of the Arabian Nights.. "But beneath my fingers. who this time read the following words. nearly one-third of the paper had been consume d by the flame.. It was that paper you read this morning.. on the 25th of December (you will see presently how the date be came fixed in my memory). that these characters had been traced in mysterious and sympathetic ink..." and he presented to Dantes a second leaf with fragments of lines written on it.. and opened the crumpled paper with inexpressible emotion.ried in a place he knows . invited to dine by his Holiness . I determined to find one for myself. m y sole heir. and putting it into the expiring flame. the papers I w as arranging... which slept in the bosom of the earth under the eyes of the genie. my dear Edmond. and fearing that not. he may desire to become my heir. It was useless.. jewels. Dantes.. composed of five th ousand volumes. then recollected that I had seen in the famous breviary.. which was on the table beside me.. calculated a thousand and a thousand times the incom e and expenditure of the family for three hundred years. for the palace was sold to a stranger. 1498. to make use of any valuable piece of paper. and Bentivoglio. recognizing. I rang fo r a light. ransacked. that is. I grasped it in my hand.serves for me the fate of Cardinals Caprara . All these he bequeathed to me.content with making me pay for my ha t. with which I proposed to get a l ight from the small flame still playing on the embers.. with a t housand Roman crowns. Two open. his library.

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

but Dantes knew it." Edmond thought he was in a dream -. and which they cannot touch."* * $2."Two millions of Roman crowns. which had given rise to the suspicion of his madness. The abbe did not know the Island of Monte Cristo. and every day he expatiated on the amount . It was past a qu estion now that Faria was not a lunatic." And Faria extended the arm of which alone the use remaine d to him to the young man who threw himself upon his neck and wept. between Corsica and the Island of Elba. you do not thank me?" "This treasure belongs to you.600." replied Dantes. whi . a man could do in these days to his friends. which had so long been the object of the abbe's meditat ions. and he reflected how much ill. I have no right to it. explaining to Dantes all the good which. was rebuilt. it had doubled its value in his eyes. "and to you onl y. a nd still is. They had repaired it completely. Dantes. and the prisoner wh o could not get free. But for this precaution. "The Spada family was one of the olde st and most powerful families of the fifteenth century. situated twenty-five miles from Pianosa. But Dantes w as far from being as enthusiastic and confident as the old man. in these times. "I have only kept this secret so long from you. such accumulations of gold and jewels were by no means rare. and the way in which he had achieved th e discovery. which had long been in ruins. as if fate resolved on depriving the prisoners of their last chance. when other opportunities for investment were wanting. but at the same time Dantes could not believe that the deposit. a new misfortune befell them. now. staggered at the enormous amount. It is a rock of almost conical form. at one and the same time. nearly thirteen millions of our money. However. my dear friend. and stopped up with vast ma sses of stone the hole Dantes had partly filled in. and had once touched there. still existed. "You are the child of my capti vity. a nd making them understand that they were condemned to perpetual imprisonment. though possessed of nearly a million in diamonds and jewels. for the oath of vengeance he had taken recurred to his memory. and though he considered the treasure as by no means chimerical. the gallery on the sea side. he yet believed it was no longer there. always had been. Dantes drew a plan of the island for Faria. and Faria gave Dant es advice as to the means he should employ to recover the treasure. "that I might test your character. Well. completely deserted. God has sent you to me to console. supposing it had ever existed. This island was. which loo ks as though it had been thrust up by volcanic force from the depth to the surfa ce of the ocean. Now that this treasure. handed dow n by entail. and in those times. with a s igh. Had we escaped before my attack of catalepsy." he added. "it is you who will conduct me thither. could insure the future happiness of him whom Faria really loved as a son. a man with thirteen or fourteen millions could do to his enemies.000 in 1894. and then Dantes' countenan ce became gloomy. there are at this day Roman families perishing of hunger.h e wavered between incredulity and joy. My profession condemns me to celibacy." exclaimed the old man. "Impossible? and why?" asked the old man. and had o ften passed it. increased Edm ond's admiration of him. with thirteen or fourteen millions of francs. Dantes. "Impossible!" said Dantes. Chapter 19 The Third Attack. I am no relation of yours." "You are my son. I should have conducted you to Monte Cristo. the man who could not be a father. and then surprise you." continued Faria.

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

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

Then he thought it was time to make the last trial.adieu!" And raising himself by a final effort. With steady gaze he awaited confidently the mo ment for administering the restorative.hush!" murmured the dying man. but still gave me. Oh. placed it on a projecting stone above the bed. now. perhaps. -. which had remained extended. It seemed as if a flow of blood had ascended f rom the chest to the head. "that they may not separate us if you s ave me!" "You are right. Now lift me on my bed. and a rigid form with twisted limbs. If you do escape. although yo u suffer much. whom all the world called mad. which offered less resistance than before. M y son. and he put the phial to the purple lips of sight is gone -. "Listen." "Do not mistake. and watched. The crisis was terrible. "Adieu. and without having occasion to force open his jaws. leaning his head against the old man's bed. was not so."Do as you did before.avail yourself of the fortune -.for you have indeed suffered long eno ugh. succor him! Help -help -. he counted t he seconds by the beating of his heart. clasping Edmond's hand convulsively -. a quarter of an hour." he continued. If. you do not seem to be in such agony as you were before. God grants me the boon of vision unrestricted by time or space. for I can no longer support myself. whence its tremulous light fell with strange and fantastic ray on the distorted countenanc e and motionless. "has but half its work to do. his brow bathed with perspiration. my dear friend. adieu!" murmured the old man. Trembling. lay on the bed of torture. My eyes pierce the inmost recesses of the e arth. "sole consolation of my wretched existen ce.'tis over -. pried op en the teeth. When he believed that the right moment had arrived. The treasure of the Spadas exists. you see that I do not whom heaven gave me somewhat late." Edmond took the old man in his arms. looking at his paralyzed arm and le g. forget not Monte Cristo!" And he fell back on the bed. to what I say in this my dying moment. and laid him on the bed. He waited ten minutes. not yet. and lips flecked with bloody foam. it is the privilege of youth to believe and h ope. in which he summoned all his faculties. his hair erect. 'tis here -. the phial contained. no. after having made me swallow twelve drops i nstead of ten. -. yes."Monte Cristo. a priceless gif t. but old men see death more clearly. Hasten to Monte Cristo -. half an hour. I bless thee!" The young man cast himself on his knees. -."a dieu!" "Oh. he sa id. Dantes! Adieu change took p lace. "do not forsake me! Oh. the moment of separating from you for ever. stiffened body. then pour the rest down my throat. remember that the poor!" "Hush -. I see i t in the depths of the inner cavern. and for which I am most grateful. and are dazzled at the sight of so much riches. be assured I shall save you! Besides." said Faria. Dantes raised his head and saw Faria's eyes injected with blood. only do not wait so long. he poured the who ." A violent convulsion attacked the old man. he took the knife. counted one after the o ther twelve drops. I suffer less because there is in me less strength to endure. in place of the intell ectual being who so lately rested there.'tis here -. -. Oh. all the springs of life are no w exhausted in me. At your age we have faith in life. -. and death. Dantes took the lamp. swollen eyelids. I wish you all the happiness and all the prosperity you so well deserve." he cried. "And now. twice as much more .my senses fail! Your hand.

therefore. "the madman has gone to look after his treasure. an hour. and then was heard the regular tramp of soldiers. as they might have left some turnkey to watch the dead. who asked them to throw water on the dead man's face. hardly venturing to breathe. mingled with brutal laughter." added a third voice. Last of all came the governor. Half an hour. they may go to some expense in his behalf. but in vain -. followed by the doctor and other attendants. an hour and a half elapsed. but the eyeballs were glazed. Edmond leaned over his friend. who ca lled out for help. the face became livid. he heaved a s igh which resembled a shriek.le of the liquid down his throat. which he tried many times to close. The governor then went out. he will not have enough to pay for his shroud!" said an other. It was six o'clock in the morning.t hey opened again as soon as shut. he saw that he was alone w ith a corpse. until at length it stopped. He therefore returned by the subterrane ous gallery. and then went away. but comprehended very little of what was said. At th e end of an hour. closing as well as he could the entrance to the secret p assage by the large stone as he descended. in spite of this application. The draught produced a galvanic effect." Edmond did not lose a word. Edmond heard the creaking of the bed as they moved the corpse." said one. taking thither breakfast and some linen. Stil l he dared not to enter. Good j ourney to him!" "With all his millions. his eyes opened until it was fearful to gaze upon them. a violent trembling pervaded the old ma n's limbs. which increased. and he dare d not again press the hand that hung out of bed. carefully concealed it. and the heart's pulsation become more and more deep and dull. the eyes remaining open. and seein g that. Strange shadows passed over the countenance of the dead man." "They may give him the honors of the sack. mute and motionless. The voices soon ceased. He went on his way. he heard a faint noise. they sent fo r the doctor. "the shrouds of the Chateau d'If are not dear!" "Perhaps. and on leaving him he went on to Faria's dungeon. There was a moment's s . Other turnkeys came. Nothing betokened that the man know anything of what h ad occurred. his hand applied to his heart. and at times gave it the appearance of life. Then an invincible and extreme terror seized upon him. heard the voice of the governor. and arrived in time to hear the exclamations of the turnkey. and then his convulsed body returned gradually to its former immobility. He remained. the eyes remained open. Dantes was then seized with an indescribable desire to know what was going on i n the dungeon of his unfortunate friend. and paled the ineffectual light of the lamp. It was the governor w ho returned." said one of the previous speakers. and during this period of an guish. the last movement of the heart ceased. He extinguished the lamp. and felt th e body gradually grow cold. but as soon as the daylight gained the pre-eminence. On this occasion he began his rounds at Dantes' cell. and words of pity fell on Dantes' list ening ears. the dawn was just breaking. for the jailer was coming. "Oh. and its feeble ray came into the dungeon. "Well. It was time. Dantes still doubted. and it seemed to him as if every one had left the cell. "as he was a churchman. the prisoner did not recover. he dared no longer to gaze on t hose fixed and vacant eyes. well. While the struggle between day and night lasted.

ah!" said the doctor. that you will show him all proper respect. he was intractable. sir." said the governor. very learned. "that the old man is really dead." "Still. He heard hasty steps. of which the peculiar and nauseous smell penet rated even behind the wall where Dantes was listening in horror. The doctor analyzed the symptoms of the malady to which the prisoner had succum bed. sir. and delivered from his captivity. people going and coming. and." replied the jailer." said the governor. The poor fool is cured of his folly. inoff ensive prisoner." "Let the irons be heated. it was an ancient name." "Wasn't his name Faria?" inquired one of the officers who accompanied the gover nor. "I am very sorry for what you tell me. Questions and answers followed in a nonchala nt manner that made Dantes indignant." said the doctor. In spite of all was evident that the doctor was examining the dead body. "I did not know that I had a rival." said the doctor. "You may make your mind easy. I'll answer for it. as to finish your duty by fulfilling the formalities describ ed by law." "It is the sort of malady which we call monomania." "You know. therefore. but on t hat. when my wife was ill. replying to the assu rance of the doctor. persisting. "Never. too. lighted. still listening. "this burn in the heel is d ecisive. and then was hear d the crackling of burning flesh. he gave me a prescription which cured her." There was a moment of complete silence. "that we are not content in suc h cases as this with such a simple examination. "You see. gove rnor. be so kind." added the turnkey. but I hope. saying. -"Here is the brazier. for he was a quiet. sir. on the contrary. "I believe it will be requisite. -. he is really dead. "he is dead." There was a moment's silence. and he felt as if he should faint. "You had never anything to complain of?" said the governor to the jailer who ha d charge of the abbe. happy in his folly." said the governor. The inqui ries soon commenced. during which Dantes. notwithstanding yo ur certainty. "there was no occasion for watching him: he would have stayed here fifty years. indeed. for he felt that all the world should have for the poor abbe a love and respect equal to his own. and some minutes afterwards a tur nkey entered. too. "Yes. but in discharge of my official duty. and required no watching." said the doctor." "Ah. as he said. and not that I doubt your science. sir. th e creaking of a door. and rational enough on all points which did not relate to his treasure." ." This order to heat the irons made Dantes shudder. and declared that he was dead. I will answer for that. "never. that we should be perfectly assured that the prisoner is dead. he sometimes amused me very much by telling me stories. knew that t he doctor was examining the corpse a second time." said the doctor. "but really it is a useless precaut ion. without any attempt to escape. One day. The perspiratio n poured forth upon the young man's brow. He was.ilence." "Ah.

If the poor abbe had not been in such a hurry. no longer breathed. "That is impossible. Then he raised the flag-st one cautiously with his head. Chapter 20 The Cemetery of the Chateau D'If. sir?" inquired a turnkey . make your mind easy. with its creaking hinges and bolts ceased. I told him I would attend to the prisoners in his absence." said the governor. and struck its icy chill to the very soul of Dantes. "At what hour?" inquired a turnkey. he shall be decently interred in the newest sac k we can find." "Shall we watch by the corpse?" "Of what use would it be? Shut the dungeon as if he were alive -. Will that satisfy you?" "Must this last formality take place in your presence. It was em pty. "This evening. "Certainly. then the bed again creaked under the weight deposited upon it. were now heard.he was alone again -. Everything was in readiness. "Why. as the turnkey said. he might have had his requiem. -. He seated himself on the edg e of that terrible bed. in order to take a trip to Hyeres fo r a week. and a moment afterwards the noise of rustling can vas reached Dantes' ears. Alone -. "he is a churchman. goi ng and coming." said the doctor. when the task was ended. no longer could he clasp the hand which had done so much to make his exis tence blessed. A barri er had been placed between Dantes and his old friend.a winding-sheet which. at full length. But make haste -. and under its rude folds was stretched a long and stiffened form. the noise o f the door." said the governor." A shout of laughter followed this brutal jest.again face to face . and fell into melancholy and gloomy revery. -. and looked carefully around the chamber. about ten or eleven o'clock. the beneficent and cheerful companion. No longer could Edmond loo k into those wide-open eyes which had seemed to be penetrating the mysteries of death. lay a sack of canvas. with whom he was ac customed to live so intimately. and Dantes emerged from the tunnel." replied the governor. On the bed.that is all. "The chaplain of the chateau came t o me yesterday to beg for leave of absence.I cannot stay here all day. cost so little. Faria. yes.the silence of death. and faintly illuminated by the pale light that came from the window." Then the steps retreated. "This evening. God will respect his profession." Other footsteps. with the impiety usual in persons of his profess ion. the bed creaked.again condemned to silence -. which was all-pervasive. it was Faria's last winding-sheet. pooh. Meanwhile the operation of putting the body in the sack was going o n. and a silence more sombre than that of solitude ensued." "Pooh."Yes. and not give the devil the wicked delight of sending him a priest. "Will there be any mass?" asked one of the attendants. and the voices died away in the distance. and the heavy footfall of a man who l ifts a weight sounded on the floor.

"whence comes this thought? Is it from thee? Since non e but the dead pass freely from this dungeon." As he said this. and. profiting by their alarm. "If I could die. "I should go where he goes. If they took him to the cemetery and laid him in a grave. If he was detected in this and the earth prove d too heavy. indeed. No. flung off his rags." he went on with a smile. once again kissed the ice-cold brow. Dantes did not intend to give th em time to recognize him. some friends to reward.never again to see the face. took from the hiding-pla ce the needle and thread. He would have been discovered by the beating of his heart. I want to live. inde ed." he exclaimed -. opened it with the knife which Faria had made. "Die? oh. too. In that case his last hope would ha ve been destroyed. after having lived and suffered so long and so much! Die? yes. and the n they will guillotine me. and bore it along the tunnel to his own chamber. had I died years ago. I will yet win back the happiness of which I have been deprive d. entered the tunnel again. where th e frail bark is tossed from the depths to the top of the wave. he b ent over the appalling shroud. If while he was being carried out the grave-diggers should discover that t hey were bearing a live instead of a dead body. Yet they will forget me here. he would be stifled. But how to die? It is very easy. "I will remain here. and then -. and should assuredly fin d him again. returned to the other cell. after all -. that they might feel only naked fl esh beneath the coarse canvas. paced twice or thrice round the dungeon. covered it with his counterpane. and this is what he intended t o do. if by any mischance the jailers had entered at that much the better. if they tried to catch him. and sewed up the mouth of the sa ck from the inside. and trie d vainly to close the resisting eyes. and getting inside the sack. "Just God!" he muttered. la id it on his couch. and passed suddenly from despair to an arde nt desire for life and liberty. as was his frequent custom. no. and I shall die in my dungeon like Faria. and then paused abruptly by the bed. an d order the dead body to be removed earlier. the grave-diggers could s carcely have turned their backs before he would have worked his way through the yielding soil and escaped. never again to hear th e voice of the only human being who united him to earth! Was not Faria's fate th e better. which glared horribly. and then. even at the r isk of horrible suffering? The idea of suicide. turned the head tow ards the wall. placed himself in th e posture in which the dead body had been laid. Before I die I must not forget that I have my executioners to punish. that he m ight not allow his thoughts to be distracted from his desperate resolution. escape. he meant to open t he sack from top to bottom.with nothingness! Alone! -. he would use his knife to better purpose. let me take the place of the dead! " Without giving himself time to reconsider his decision."not die now." he said. so that the jailer might. Dantes recoiled f rom the idea of so infamous a death. who knows. and. belie ve that he was asleep. lifted his hand to his brow as if his brain wore giddy. now hovered like a phantom over the abb e's dead body. strangle him. as it was night. he became silent and gaz ed straight before him like one overwhelmed with a strange and amazing thought. but with a sudden cut of the knife. Suddenly he solve the problem of life at its source. he would allow himsel f to be covered with earth. I shall struggle to the very last. when he brought the evening meal. Now his plans were fully made. to give way to the sarcasm of destiny. dre w the bed against the wall." But excessive grief is like a storm at sea. which his friend had driven away and kept away by his cheerful presence. Dantes might have waited until the eveni ng visit was over. He hoped that the weight of earth would not be so gre at that he could not overcome it. rush on the first person that opens the door. dr ew the corpse from the sack. all would be o . and per haps. but now to die would be. but he was afraid that the governor would change his mind. tied around its head the rag he wore at night around his own .

" said one.and Dantes gu essed that the two grave-diggers had come to seek him -. about the hour t he governor had appointed. Suddenly he felt the fresh and sh arp night air. who went first. Then he thought he was going to die. and then the party. although not asked in the most polite terms. sitting on the edge of the hand-barrow. ascended the stairs. At length. with the other he wiped the pe rspiration from his temples. twenty times at least. and clutched his heart in a grasp of ice. This time the jailer might not be as silent as usual. and Dantes knew that h e had escaped the first peril. lifting the feet. but fortunately h e did not attempt it." The man with the torch complied. then stopped. from misanthropy or fatigue. and t hus discover all. and a dim light reached Dantes' eyes through the coarse sack that covered him. One of them went awa y. "Give us a light.ver. lighted by the man with t he torch. as he raised the head. fortunately . and went a way without saying a word. while." said the other bearer. It was a good augury. . His situation was too precarious to allow h im even time to reflect on any thought but one. Dantes had not eaten since the preceding evening." "Yes.they were double -. "or I shall never find what I am look ing for.this idea was soon conv erted into certainty. The first risk that Dantes ran was. took the sack by its extremities. approaching the ends of the bed . when he brought him his su pper at seven o'clock. "Have you tied the knot?" inquired the first speaker." replied the companion. The footsteps -. footsteps were heard on the stairs. Edmond stiffened himself in ord er to play the part of a dead man. and then the man placed his bread and soup on the table. The bearers went on for twent y paces. a third remaining at the door with a torch in its hand. and Dantes knew that the mistral was blowing. but he had not thought of hunger. "Where am I?" he asked himself. and would have been happy if at the same time he could have repressed the throbbing of his veins. "What would be the use of carrying so much more weight?" was the reply. and seeing that he received no reply. "They say every year adds half a pound to the weight of the bones. From time to time chills ran through his whole body . and Dantes heard his shoes striking on the pavement. he is by no means a light load!" said the other bearer. Edmond felt that the moment had arrived. Yet the hours passed on without any unusual disturbance. summoned up all his courage.paused at the door -. "I can do that when we get there. "He's heavy though for an old and thin man. that the jailer. It was a sensation in which pleasure and pain were strangely mingled. They deposited the supposed corpse on the bier. Dantes had received his ja iler in bed. The door opened. Dantes' agony really began. putting the bier down on the ground. The two men. go to the bed. His hand placed upon his h eart was unable to redress its throbbings. might perceive the change that had been made. but speak to Dantes. you're right. Dantes' first impulse was to escape. he saw two shadows approach his bed. held his breath. when he heard the noise they made in putting down the hand -bier. When seven o'clock came." said anothe r. "What's the knot for?" thought Dantes. nor did he think of it now. "Really.

it seemed to him as if the fall lasted for a century." An exclamat ion of satisfaction indicated that the grave-digger had found the object of his search." was the answer. but in spite of all his efforts to free himself from the shot. "Yes. with a horrible splash. and was dragged into its depths by a thirty -six pound shot tied to his feet. then. perhaps. "not a pleasant night for a dip in the sea. he darted like an arrow into the ice-cold wate r. here we are at last. Dantes. He then bent his body. and pretty tight too. had sufficient presence of mind to hold his breath. the abbe runs a chance of being wet. and as he did so he uttered a shrill cry. "Move on. and at the same moment a cord was fastened round his f eet with sudden and painful violence. and then Dantes felt that they took him. and the governor told us next day that we were careless f ellows. and they proceeded. Dantes did not comprehend the jest. "Here it is at last. extricated his arm. who was looking on. "Well." was the answer. have you tied the knot?" inquired the grave-digger." As he said this." said one of them. "You know very well that the last was stopped on his way . with a rapidity that ma de his blood curdle. Although drawn downwards by the heavy weight which hastened his rapid descent. The sea is the cemetery of the Chateau d'If. and swung him to and fro. Chapter 21 The Island of Tiboulen. and the n his body. and by a desperate e ffort severed the cord that bound his legs. "Well. "Bad weather!" observed one of the bearers. falling."What can he be looking for?" thought Edmond. yes. I can tell you." "Why. "but it has lost nothing by waiting. stifled in a moment by his immersio n beneath the waves. and as his right hand (prepared as he was for every chance) held his knife open.a little fa rther. he fe lt it dragging him down still lower. who heard a heavy metallic substa nce laid down beside him. At last. . With a mighty leap he rose to the surface of the sea. he rapidly ripped up the sack." And the bier was lifted once more. The noise of the waves dashing against the rocks on which the chat eau is built. then went f orward again. "The spade. the man came towards Edmond. reached Dantes' ear distinctly as they went forward. although stunned and almost suffocated. but his hai r stood erect on his head." "Yes." he said. one by the head and the other by the heels." said the other. at the moment when it seemed as if h e were actually strangled. "A little farther -." They ascended five or six more steps. while the shot dragged down to the depths the sack that had so nearly become hi s shroud. dashed on the rocks. "two! three!" And at the same instant Dantes felt himself f lung into the air like a wounded bird. and then there was a burst of brutal laughter. They advanced fifty paces farther. "One!" sai d the grave-diggers. Dantes had been flung into the sea. and then stopped to open a door. falling. "not without some trouble though." said the other.

dou btless these strange grave-diggers had heard his cry. advanced a few steps. but he felt its presence. He fancied that every w ave behind him was a pursuing boat. whose projecting crags seeme d like arms extended to seize their prey. even beneath the waves. Ratonneau and Pomegue are the nearest islands of all those that surround the Chateau d'If. The islands of Tiboulen and Lemaire are a league from the Chateau d'If. and listened for the report. excit ed by the feeling of freedom. but exhausting his strength. and strove to penetrate the darkness. but the sea was too violent. "Let us see. but he heard nothing. When he arose a second time. he would find it. by turning to the left. "I have swum above an hour. during which Dantes." and he struck out with the energy of despair. you must not give way to this listlessness. Suddenly the sky seemed to him to become still darker and more dense. Dantes dived again. as is also the islet of Daume. rose phantom-like the vast stone structure. nevertheless. He fancied for a moment that he had been shot. he kept the Island of Tiboulen a little on the left. it was at least a league from the Chateau d'If to this island. H e saw overhead a black and tempestuous sky. "Dantes. he was fifty paces from where he had first sunk. with a fervent prayer o . He found with pleasure that his captivity had taken away nothing of his power. But. in order to avoid being seen. but Ratonneau and Pomegue are inhabite d. and heavy clouds seemed to sweep down towards him. however. and then dived. It was the Isl and of Tiboulen. increasing r apidly his distance from the chateau. whose waves foamed and roared as if before the approach of a storm. and on the highest rock was a torch li ghting two figures. and he redoubled his exertions. He fancied that these two forms were looking at the sea. When he came up again the light had disappeared. and that he was still master of that element on whose boso m he had so often sported as a boy. "I will swim on until I am worn out. He must now get his bearings. He could not see it. By leaving this light on the righ t. He listened for any sou nd that might be audible. and he felt that he could not m ake use of this means of recuperation. in ord er to rest himself. This was an easy feat to him. that has retarded my speed. but as the wind is against me. and re mained a long time beneath the water." said he. But what if I were mistaken?" A shudder passed over him. sombre and terrible." said he. at the same time he felt a sharp pain in his knee. Before him rose a grotesque mass of rocks. if I am not mistaken. or the cramp seizes me. "Well. Tiboulen and Lemaire were therefore the safest for Dantes' venture." These words rang in Dantes' ears. blacker than t he sky. and already the terrible chateau had disappeared in the darkness. determined to make for them. and was unanimously declared to be the best swimmer in the port. Then he put out his hand. before him was the v ast expanse of waters. Often in prison Faria had said to him. Behind him. clogged Dantes' efforts. that relentless pursuer. you will be drowned if you seek to escape. as we have said.Dantes waited only to get breath. he hastened to cleave his way through them to see if he had not lost his strength. gleaming in front of him like a star. blacker than the sea. and every time that he rose to the top of a wave he sc anned the horizon. I must be close to Tiboulen. Dantes rose. Dantes. for he usual ly attracted a crowd of spectators in the bay before the lighthouse at Marseille s when he swam there. Fear. He sought to tread water. therefore. An hour passed. and encountered an obst acle and with another stroke knew that he had gained the shore. continued to cleave the waves. He swam on st ill. a nd then I shall sink. and. across which the wind was driving cl ouds that occasionally suffered a twinkling star to appear. and your strength has not been prope rly exercised and prepared for exertion. that resembled nothing so much as a vast fire petrified at the moment of its most fervent combustion. when he saw him idle and inactive. But how could h e find his way in the darkness of the night? At this moment he saw the light of Planier.

that seemed to rive the remotest heights of h eaven. At the same moment a violent crash was heard. a quarter of a league distant. and yet he felt dizzy in the midst of the warring of the elements and the dazzling brightness of the l ightning. a light p layed over them. will be questioned. but larger. By degrees the wind abated. sudde nly the ropes that still held it gave way. while a fifth clung to the broken rudder. he fell into the deep. the men who cast me into the sea and w ho must have heard the cry I uttered. and give the a larm. and drank greedily of the rainwater that had lo dged in a hollow of the rock. dashing themselves against it. and gilded their foaming crests with gold. seek for me in vain. Then boats filled with armed soldiers will pursue the wretched fugitive. a nd cries of distress. The gloomy building rose from the bosom of the ocean with imposing majesty and seemed to dominate the scene. in spite of the wind and rain. It was day. wh ich was. The tempest was let loose and beating the atmosphere with its mighty wings. for their cries were carried to his ears by the wind. Then. Edmond felt the tr embling of the rock beneath which he lay. Dantes from his rocky perch saw the shattered vessel. he lis tened. Dantes cried at the top of his voice to warn them of their danger. he groped about.he had reached the first of the two islands. and bear him off into the centre of the storm. and it disappeared in the darkness of the night like a vast sea-bird. Soon a red streak became visible in the horizon. stretched himself on the granite. "In two or three hours. The sea continued to get calmer. Then all was dark again. and the blue firmament appeared studded with bright stars . He then recollected that he had not eaten or drunk for four-and-twen ty hours. Dantes had not been deceived -. the waves. and indeed since his captivity in the Chateau d'If he had forgotten that such scenes were ever to be witnessed. which seemed to him softer than d own. He extended his hands. from time to time a flash of lightning stretched across the heavens like a fiery serpent. Dantes saw a fishing-boat driven r apidly like a spectre before the power of winds and waves. By its light. and that it wou ld. he resolved to plunge into its waves again. as if he now b eheld it for the first time. The men he beheld saw him undoubtedly.the cries had ceased. fi nd the body of my poor friend. a flash of lightning. illumined the darkness. and s wim to Lemaire. An overhanging rock offered him a temporary shelter.f gratitude. He turned towards t he fortress. equally arid. wetted him with their spray. and among the fragments the floating forms of the hapless sailors. As he rose. between the Island of Lemaire and C ape Croiselle. Tiboulen. and scarcely had he availe d himself of it when the tempest burst forth in all its fury. and consequently better adapted for co ncealment. and looked at both sea and land. He was safely sheltered. Then the tunnel will be discovered. but he heard and saw nothing -. It wa s about five o'clock. vast gray clouds ro lled towards the west. an d the tempest continued to rage. in fact. break moorings. the waves whitened. Another flash sh owed him four men clinging to the shattered mast and the rigging. It seemed to him that the island trembled to its base. Above the splintered mast a sail rent to tatters was waving. sweet sleep of utter exhaustion. "the turnkey will enter my chamber. but when the sea became more calm. The cannon will warn every on . Dantes stood mute and motionless before this majestic spectacle. A second after. He knew that it was barren and without shelter. he sa w it again. but they saw it themselves. At the expiration of an hour Edmond was awakened by the roar o f thunder. Dantes ran down the rocks at the risk of being himself dashed to pieces. approaching with frightful rapidity. lighting up the clouds that rolled on in vast chaotic waves. recognize it." thought Dantes. like a vessel at anchor.

for without it he would have been unable. I must wait. An instant after. Then he advanced. My story will be accepted. In an instant Dantes' plan was formed. seized one of the timbers. these men. the boat. I am hungry. with the wind dead ahead. placed it on his head. and do for me what I am unable to do for myself. I have lost even the knife that saved me. perhaps. And this conviction restored his strength. The two sailors redoubled their efforts. "Courage!" The word reached his ear as a wave which he no longer had the strength to surmo . and started." As he spoke. her sharp prow cleaving through the wave s. She was coming out of Marseilles harbo r. which he now thought to be useless. and then he real ized how serviceable the timber had been to him.e to refuse shelter to a man wandering about naked and famished. and the tartan instantly ste ered towards him. between the islands of Jaros and Calaser aigne. 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. and swam vigorousl y to meet them. and struck out so as to cut across t he course the vessel was taking. By a violent effort he rose half out of the water. I am cold. and he was almost breathless. He shouted again. but no one on board saw him. However. It was then he rejoiced at his precaution in taking the timber. but b efore they could meet. He soon saw that the vessel. Dan tes let go of the timber. I can p ass as one of the sailors wrecked last night. who are in reality smugglers. but he knew that the win d would drown his voice. The police of M arseilles will be on the alert by land." cried Edmond. to reach the vessel -. rowed by two men. and in one of its tacks the tartan bore down within a quarter of a mile of him. "I am saved!" murmured he. His arms became stiff. but he soon saw that she would p ass. like most vessels bound for Italy.certainly to return t o shore." As Dantes (his eyes turned in the direction of the Chateau d'If) uttered this p rayer. floated at the foo t of the crag. and the v essel stood on another tack. and with his sailor 's eye he knew it to be a Genoese tartan. for the re is no one left to contradict me. I hav e suffered enough surely! Have pity on me. she should stand out to sea. This time he was both seen and heard. and was standing out to sea rapidly. For an instant he feared lest. and conveyed back to Marseilles! What can I d o? What story can I invent? under pretext of trading along the coast. advanced rapidly towards him. He swam to the cap. whilst the governor pursues me by sea. Dantes would have shouted. At the same time. should he be unsuccessful in attracting attention. the vessel again changed her course. did I no t fear being questioned. besides. the vessel and the swimmer insensibly neared one another. perhaps I have not been missed at the fortress. will prefer selling me to doing a good action. "Oh. though almost sure as to what course the vessel would take. detected. He ros e on the waves. and uttering a loud shout peculia r to sailers. O my God. But he had reckoned too much upon his strength. waving his cap. Dantes. making signs of distress. The red cap of one of the sailors hung to a point of the roc k and some timbers that had formed part of the vessel's keel. and one of them crie d in Italian. instead of keeping in shore. But I cannot ---I am starving. In a few hours my strength will be utt erly exhausted. his legs lost their flexibility. had yet wat ched it anxiously until it tacked and stood towards him. was tacking between the Chateau d'If and the tower of Planier. Dantes looked toward the spot where the fishing-vessel had been wr ecked. he saw they were about to lower the boat. "to think that in half an hour I could join her.

unt passed over his head. struggled with the last desperate effort of a drowning man." returned Dantes." "I almost hesitated. "and it was time. We were coming from Syracuse laden with grain. When he opened his eyes Dantes found himself on the deck of the tartan." said he. anything you please. The water passed ove r his head. His fir st care was to see what course they were taking." said a sailor of a frank and manly appearance. and we were wrecked on these rocks. "I am." "Do you know the Mediterranean?" "I have sailed over it since my childhood. 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. uttered a third cry. he was lying on the deck. and felt himself sinkin g. but to-day the vow ex pires. looked on with that egotistical pity men feel for a m isfortune that they have escaped yesterday. A sailor was rubbing his limbs with a woollen cloth. while the third." "It was I. "I made a vow. fo r you were sinking. "a Maltese sailor. I have barely escaped. and the sky turned gray. holding out his hand. I saw your vessel. in bad Italian." . "Who are you?" said the pilot in bad French." "Where do you come from?" "From these rocks that I had the good luck to cling to while our captain and th e rest of the crew were all lost." "Now what are we to do with you?" said the captain. I swam off on a piece of wreckage to try and in tercept your course. and fearful of being left t o perish on the desolate island. "Yes. I shall be sure to find emp loyment. and I thank you. Leave me at the first port you make. "Alas." "Yes. The storm of last night overtook us at Cape Morgion. then he saw and heard nothing. He had fainted. at o nce the pilot and captain. He rose again to the surface. while the friction of his limbs restored their elasticity. A convulsive movement again brought him to the surface. as if the fatal cannon shot were again tied to his feet. "I was lost when one of your sailors caught hold of my hair." replied Dantes. whom he recognized as the one who had cried out "Coura ge!" held a gourd full of rum to his mouth. another. As we have said. He felt himself seized by the hair." replied the sailor. but I am a good sailor. "I thank you again. You have saved my life. and which may overtake them to-morro w. with your beard six inches." continued Dantes. an old sailer. though." D antes recollected that his hair and beard had not been cut all the time he was a t the Chateau d'If. They were rapidly leaving the C hateau d'If behind. Dantes was so exhausted that the exclamation of joy he utter ed was mistaken for a sigh. and your hair a foot long. "you looked more like a briga nd than an honest man. My captain is dead. A few drops of the rum restored suspended animation.

" returned the other." "Then why." The young man took the helm. "Every one is free to ask what he pleases. "We shall see. "That's not fair. If you do not want me at Leghorn. "To Leghorn. and I will pay you out of the first wages I get." said the captain." said Dantes." -. who composed the crew. "Where are you going?" asked Dantes. quitting the helm." "That's true. "we can agree very well. you would do much better to find him a jacket and a pair of trousers." replied Jacopo."You know the best harbors?" "There are few ports that I could not enter or leave with a bandage over my eye s. and let us see what you know. "Bravo!" repeated the sailors. "I only make a remark." returned Dantes. and take his chance of keeping it afterwards." "Give me what you give the others. And they all looked with astonishment at this ma n whose eye now disclosed an intelligence and his body a vigor they had not thou ght him capable of showing." "What is that to you." said Dantes. "But in his present condition h e will promise anything. "You see. twenty fathoms to windward. instead of tacking so frequently. fel t to see if the vessel answered the rudder promptly and seeing that. what hinders his staying with us?" "If he says true. she yet was tolerably obedient." said the sailor who had cried "Courage!" to Dantes." "Well. The four seamen. "Bravo!" said the captain.They obeyed." This order was also executed. "for you know more tha n we do. at l east during the voyage. as Dantes had pre dicted." "Ah. "if what he says is true." "I say. obeyed." said he. for my food and the clothes y ou lend me. and the vessel passed. while the pilot looked on. "Haul taut. "Belay." said the captain doubtingly. without bei ng a first-rate sailer. you can leave me there . if you are reasonable. "I shall be of some use to you." "Take the helm." said the seaman who had saved Dantes. if you have them. -"To the sheets." "You shall pass it by twenty fathoms." "I will do more than I promise. do you not sail nearer the wind?" "Because we should run straight on to the Island of Rion. smiling." . Jacopo?" returned the Captain. and it will be all right. captain.

for I have not eaten or drunk for a long time. This oath was no longer a vain mena ce. and they are firing the alarm gu n. "At any rate. "Now. and Jacopo offered him the gourd." He had not tasted food for forty hours. glad to be relieved. A sorrowful smile passed over his face. so much the better. I ask you what year is it?" "The year 1829. if the captai n had any. At the same moment the faint report of a gun was heard. Jacopo dived into the hold and soon r eturned with what Edmond wanted. and Villefort the oath of impl acable vengeance he had made in his dungeon. "The 28th of February."No." returned Jacopo." interrupted Dantes. "What is the day of the month?" asked he of Jacopo. He renewed against ask me in what year?" "Yes. he was thirty-three when he escaped. then paused with hand in mid-air. A piec e of bread was brought. that suspicions." said Jacopo. It was fourteen years day for day since Dante s' arrest. "if it be. Dantes glanced that w ay as he lifted the gourd to his mouth." "That is all I want. for the fastest sailer in the Mediterranean would have been unable to overta ke the little tartan. for I have made a ra re acquisition." replied Dantes. ." replied Dantes. Then his eyes lighted up with hatred as he thought of the three men who had caused him so long and wretched a captivity. smiling." replied the young man. "A piece of bread and another glass of the capital rum I tasted. "but I have a shirt and a pair of trousers. "Larboard your helm. "I ask you in what year!" "You have forgotten then?" "I got such a fright last night." cried the captain to the steersman. but he had lifted the rum to his lips and was drinking it with so much composure. The captain glanced at him. Dantes asked to take the helm . crowned the summit of the bastion of the Chateau d'If. He was nineteen when he entered the Chateau d'If. died away." murmured he. Fernand. who sat down beside him. "that I have almost lost my memory. who must believe him dead. A small white cloud. "What is this?" asked the captain." Under pretence of being fatigued. that with every stitch of canvas set was flying before the wind to Leghorn. do you wish for anything else?" said the patron. and the latter by a sign indicated that he might abandon it to his new comrade." "In what year?" "In what year -. "Hollo! what's the matter at the Chateau d'If?" said the captain. "A prisoner has escaped from the Chateau d'If. the steersman. The sailors looked at one another. then. which had attracted Dantes' attention. Dantes could thus k eep his eyes on Marseilles. he asked himself what had become of Mercedes. looked at the captain.

Chapter 22 The Smugglers. wh en he beheld the perfect tranquillity of his recruit. either with the vessels he met at sea. it must be owned. The barber gazed in amazement at this m an with the long. pleaded. smiling face of a young and happy man. they extracted nothing more from him. he gave accurate descriptions of Naples a nd Malta. but this supposition also disappeared like the first. and held stoutly to his first sto ry. and who anticipates a . was duped by Edmond. and this. in whose favor his mild demeanor. and as there was between these worthies and himself a perpetual battle of wits. gave him great facilities of communication. he was to find out whether he could recognize himself. with whom the early paths of life have been smooth. Ferdinand Street. it is possible that the Genoese was one of those shrewd persons who know nothing but what they should know. and who live by h idden and mysterious means which we must suppose to be a direct gift of providen ce. with t he small boats sailing along the coast. The Leghorn barber said nothing and went to work. and his hair reduced to its usual length. and his fourteen years' imprisonment had produced a great transformation in his appearance. Edmond thus had the advantage of knowing what the owner was. and then. country . as we have said. Here Edmond was to undergo another trial. he we nt there to have his beard and hair cut. who are always seen on the quays of seaports. It is fair to assume that Dantes w as on board a smuggler. Dantes had entered the Chateau d'If with the round. which he knew as well as Marseilles. he was instantly struck with the idea that he had on board his vessel one whose coming and going. from the Arabic to the Provencal. and his admirable dissimulation. persons always troublesome and frequently indiscreet. who perhaps employed this ingenious means of learning some of t he secrets of his trade. than if the new-comer had proved t o be a customs officer. and however the old sailor and his crew tried to "pump" him. In this state of mutual understanding. his nautical skill. He was very well known to the customs officers of the coast. Dantes had not been a day on board before he had a very clear idea of the men w ith whom his lot had been cast. Without having been in the school of the Abbe Fa ria. he remembered a barber in St. When the operation was concluded. Thus the Genoese. he asked for a hand-glass. open. His comrades believed that his vow was fulfilled. like that of kings. He had preserved a tolerably good remembrance of what the youth had been. a s he had not seen his own face for fourteen years. 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. now a barber would only be surprised if a ma n gifted with such advantages should consent voluntarily to deprive himself of t hem. At first the captain had received Dantes on board with a certain degree of dist rust. He was now. when he saw the light plume of smok e floating above the bastion of the Chateau d'If. which gave his head the appear ance of one of Titian's portraits. and believe nothing but what they should beli eve. or with the people without name. while it spared h im interpreters. This made him less uneasy. as they have no visible means of support. and was now to find out what the ma n had become. As he had twenty times touched at Leghorn. Mor eover. without the owner knowing who he was. he had at fir st thought that Dantes might be an emissary of these industrious guardians of ri ghts and duties. or occupation. and Edmond felt that his chin was completely smooth. three-and-thirty years of age. thick and black hair and beard. was accompanied with salutes of artillery. subtle as he was. they reached Leghorn. and heard the distant report. At this period it was not the fashion to wear so large a beard and hair so long. But the skilful manner in which Dantes had handled the lugger had entirely reassured him.

would not agree for a longer time than three months. his smiling mouth had assumed the firm and marked lines which betoke n resolution. who had made him tell his story over and over again before h e could believe him. common to the hyena and the wolf. and consisting of white trouser s. his eyes had acquired the faculty of distinguishing objects in the night. and imprecations had changed it so that at times it was of a singularly penetrating sweetness. as we all know. and went towards the country of Pao li and Napoleon. being naturally of a goodly stature. when the features are encircled with black hair. and he had also acquired. ha d now that pale color which produces. The mast er was to get all this out of Leghorn free of duties. and which he had so often dreamed of in prison. This was now all changed. without arms to defend himself? Besides. as they passed so closely to the island whose name was so inter esting to him. indeed. contraband cottons. he could not recognize himself. or recognize in the neat and trim sailor the man with thick and matted beard. The Young Amelia had a very active crew. English powder. As to his voice. the profound learning he had acquired had besides diffused over his features a refined intellectual expr ession. The Young Amelia left it three-quarters of a league to the larboard. He left Gorg one on his right and La Pianosa on his left. The oval face was lengthened. had offered to advance him funds out of his future profits. whom he had picked up naked and nearly drowned. he renewed his offers of an engagement to Dantes. that vigo r which a frame possesses which has so long concentrated all its force within it self. and now he was free he could wait at least six months or a year for wealth. Moreover. Dantes thought. sobs. He had scarcely been a week at Leghorn before the hold of his vessel was filled with printed muslins. They sailed. and from their depths occasionally sparkled gloom y fires of misanthropy and hatred. hair tangled with seaweed. which the rising sun tinged with rosy light . To the elegance of a nervous and slight form had succeeded the solidity of a ro unded and muscular figure. very obedient to their captain.a garb. Fortunately. from being so long in twilight or dar kness. and land it on the shores of Corsica. his complexion. who lo st as little time as possible. very simple.offspring of the brain of . and kept on for Corsica. and a cap. His next care on leaving the barber's who h ad achieved his first metamorphosis was to enter a shop and buy a complete sailo r's suit -. he had waited fourteen years for h is liberty. so long kept from the sun. that Edmond reappeared before the cap tain of the lugger.future corresponding with his past. and at others rough and almost hoarse.if. he had any friend left -. his eyes were full of melancholy. that he had only to leap into the sea and in half an hour be at t he promised land. Attracted by his prepossessing appea rance. Dantes had learned how to wait. It was the Island of Monte Cristo.could r ecognize him. a striped shirt. which Edmond had accepted. as he always did at an early ho ur. who was very desirous of retaining amongst his crew a man of Edmond's value. prayers. his eyebrows were arched beneath a brow furrowed with thought. Would he not have accepted liberty without riches if it had been offered to him? Besides. who had his own projects. It was in this costume. and tobacco on which the excise had forgotten to put its mark. what would the sailors say? W hat would the patron think? He must wait. and bringing back to Jaco po the shirt and trousers he had lent him. The master of The Young Amelia. The next morning going on deck. the patron found Dantes leaning against the bulwarks gazing with intense ear nestness at a pile of granite rocks. Edmond smiled when he beheld himself: it was impossible that his best friend -. Edmond was again cleaving the azure sea which had been the first ho rizon of his youth. But then what could he do without instruments to discover his treasure. the aristocratic beauty of the man of the north. and body soaking in seabrine. were not those riches chimerical? -. where certain speculators undertook to forward the cargo to France. but Dantes.

where they intended to take in a cargo. The same night. the everlasting enemy of the patron of The Young Amelia. But on this occasion the precaution was superfluous. and with certain herbs gathered at certain seasons. in truth. seeing him fall. the excise was . Edmond then resolved to try Jacopo." He had. Da ntes noticed that the captain of The Young Amelia had. This new cargo was destined for the coast of the Duchy of Lucca. the profits were divided. and with what endurance he could bear su ffering. who had nothing to expect from h is comrade but the inheritance of his share of the prize-money. and ru shing towards him raised him up. Dantes was one of the latter. Edmond was only wo unded. which. A customs o fficer was laid low. Fortunately. and Edmond saw the island tinged with the shades of twilight. and offered him in return for his attention a share of his prize-mon ey. but Jacopo refused it indignantly. who instinctively felt that Edmond had a right to superiority of position -. can throw a four ou nce ball a thousand paces or so. and everything proceeded w ith the utmost smoothness and politeness. and. mo unted two small culverins. The next morn broke off the coast of Aleria. But the voyage was not ended. and the five boats worked so well tha t by two o'clock in the morning all the cargo was out of The Young Amelia and on terra firma. sherry. and almost pleased at being wounded. But this suf ficed for Jacopo. all day th ey coasted. without making much noise. The second operation was as successful as the first. He had contemplated danger with a smile. Dantes was on the way he desired to follow. and when wounded had exclaimed with the great philosopher. his heart was in a fair way of p etrifying in his bosom. had believed him killed. a ba ll having touched him in the left shoulder. for he. for they were rude lessons which taught him with what eye he could view danger. no doubt. which. thou art not an evil. Jacopo. As a result of the sympathetic devotion which Jacopo had from the first bestowe d on Edmond. loo ked upon the customs officer wounded to death. the latter was moved to a certain degree of affection. Dantes was almost glad of this affra y. Evening came.a superiority which Edmond had concealed from all others. and then disappear in the darkness from all eyes but his own. and in the evening saw fires lighted on land. Four shallops came off with very littl e noise alongside the lugger. in acknowledgement of the complim ent. manifested so mu ch sorrow when he saw him fall. "Pain. the letter of the Cardinal Spada was singularly circumstantial. moreover. This world was not then so good as Doctor Pangloss believed it. and then attended to him with all the kindness of a devoted comrade. the position of these was no doubt a signal for landing. neither was it so wicked as Dantes thought it. for a ship's lantern was hung up at the masthead instead of the streamer. for he had not forgotten a word. had they not died with him? It is true. They turned the bowsprit to wards Sardinia. and Malaga wi nes. and Dantes repeated it to himself. and consisted almost entirely of Havana cigars. with vision a ccustomed to the gloom of a prison. the wound soon closed. for he r emained alone upon deck. as we have said. which was to replace wha t had been discharged. There they had a bit of a skirmish in getting rid of the duties. And fro m this time the kindness which Edmond showed him was enough for the brave seaman .the poor Abbe Faria. and they came to within a gunshot of the shore. continued to behold it last of all. and w as moving towards the end he wished to achieve. . as he neared the land. o r about eighty francs. such a man of regularity was the patron of The You ng Amelia. lowered her own shallop into the sea. or the chill of human sentiment. since this man. from one end to the other. and two sailors wounded. and sold to the smugg lers by the old Sardinian women. and each man had a hundred Tuscan livres. this sight had made b ut slight impression upon him. whether from heat of blood p roduced by the encounter. The Young Amelia was in luck.

"What is the use of teaching all these things to a poor sailor like me?" Edmond replied. But in this world we must risk something. He had passed and re-passed his Island of Monte Cristo twenty times. and orders we re given to get under weigh next night." We had forgotten to say that Jacopo was a Corsican.and under some pretext land at the Island of Monte Cristo. thanks to the favorable winds that swelled her sails. But in vain did he rac k his imagination. to ok him by the arm one evening and led him to a tavern on the Via del' Oglio. became emperor. becam e the instructor of Jacopo. If the venture was successful the profit would be enormous. and cashmeres. and Edmond had become as skilful a coaster as he had been a hardy seaman. gliding on with security over the azure sea. who supplied the whole coast for nearly two hundred leagues in extent. and he was desirous of running no risk whatever. fertile as it was. for he would be doubtless watched by those who ac companied him. This time it was a great matter that was under discussio n. and learned all the Masonic signs by which these hal f pirates recognize each other. who had gr eat confidence in him. As soon as his engagement with the patron of The Yo ung Amelia ended. Prison had made Edmond prudent. Dantes was tossed about on these doubts and wishes. Edmond. to mak e the neutral island by the following day. which being completely deserted. connected with a vessel laden with Turkey carpets. classes o f mankind which we in modern times have separated if not made distinct. and was very desirous of retaining him in his service. the god of merchants and robbers. Then he would be free to make his researches. Two months and a half elapsed in these trips. And when Jacopo inquired of him. Already Dantes had visited this maritime Bourse two or th ree times. Edmond. he had formed an acquaintance with all the smugglers on the coast. When he again joined the two persons who had been discus sing the matter. he would hire a small vessel on his own account -. there would be a gain of fi fty or sixty piastres each for the crew. Nothing then was altered in the plan. and took a tu rn around the smoky tavern. Chapter 23 . when the vessel. but whic h antiquity appears to have included in the same category. wind and weather permitting.for in his several voyages he had amassed a hundred piastres -. and that great enterprises to be well done should be done quickly. he could not devise any plan for reaching the island without companionship. and where God writes in azure with letters of diamonds. stuffs of the Levant. He pointe d out to him the bearings of the coast. it had been decided that they should touch at Monte Cristo and set out on the following night. At the mention of Mon te Cristo Dantes started with joy.Then in the long days on board ship. where all the languages of the known world were jumb led in a lingua franca. as the poor Abbe Faria had been his tutor. when the patron. Your fellow-countryman. required no care but the hand of the helmsman. He then formed a resolution. The patron of The Young Amelia proposed as a place of landing the Island of Mon te Cristo. he had asked himself what power might not that man attain who should give the impulse of his will to all these contra ry and diverging minds. and. and then to try and land these goods on the coast of France. but not once had he found an opportunity of landing there. no t perhaps entirely at liberty. "Who knows? You may one day be the captain of a vessel. was of opinion that the island afforded every possible security. and taught him to read in that vast book opened over our heads which the y call heaven. Bonaparte. It was necessary to find some neutral ground on which an exchange cou ld be made. whe re the leading smugglers of Leghorn used to congregate and discuss affairs conne cted with their trade. being consulted. with a chart in his hand. explained to him the variations of the c ompass. he rose to conceal his emotion. and having neither soldiers nor reve nue officers. seemed to have been placed in the midst of the ocean since the tim e of the heathen Olympus by Mercury. and seeing all these hardy free-traders.

in spite of a sleepless night. and. All was useless. The old patron did not interfere. frequently experienced an imperious desire for solitude. They were just abreast of Mareciana. When the patron awoke. and every sail full with the bree ze. Edmond. and as his orders were always clear. distinct. Dantes. but they had suddenly rec eded. He had by degrees assumed such authority over his companions that he was almost like a commander on board. the trea sure disappeared. they saile d beneath a bright blue sky. The Island of Monte Cristo loomed large in the horizon. Pearls fell drop by drop. He then endeavored to re-enter the marvellous grottos. and regretted that he had not a daughter. and everything on it was plainly perceptible. that he might have bound Edmond to hi m by a more secure alliance. an d he would take the helm. Dantes ordered the helmsm an to put down his helm. and i n vain did he tax his memory for the magic and mysterious word which opened the splendid caverns of Ali Baba to the Arabian fisherman. or more poet ical. When the Maltese (for so they called Dantes) had said this. He ascended into grottos paved with emeral ds. with panels of rubies. wonderstruck. One night more and he wo uld be on his way. Dantes was about to secure the opportunity he wished for. and with it the preparation for departure.if he slept for a moment the wildest dreams haunted his brain. The night was one of feverish distraction. and then the entrance vanished. At seven o'clock in the evening all was ready. and easy of execution. and these p reparations served to conceal Dantes' agitation. Dantes told them that all hands might turn in. and Dantes was then enabled to arrange a plan which had hitherto been vague and unsettled in his brain. and under the eye of heaven? Now this solitude was peopled with his thoughts. About five o'clock in th e evening the island was distinct. and was almost as feverish as the night had been. The day came at length. when be discovered that his prizes had all changed into common pebbles. he saw Cardinal Spada' s letter written on the wall in characters of flame -. but. and b eyond the flat but verdant Island of La Pianosa. as the boat wa s about to double the Island of Elba. as he knew t hat he should shorten his course by two or three knots. at length. as subterranean waters filter in their caves. with a fresh breeze from the south-east. the night lighted up by his il lusions. by simple and natural means. and the silence animated by his anticipations. he could not c lose his eyes for a moment. it was sufficient. He saw in the young man his natural successor. t he vessel was hurrying on with every sail set. but it brought reason to the aid of imagination. and went and lay down in his hammock. Thus. in which God also lighted up in turn his beacon lig hts. and had again reverted to the genii from whom for a moment he had hoped to carry it off. his comrades o beyed him with celerity and pleasure. filled his pockets with the radiant gems and then returned to da ylight. cast from solitude into the world. than that of a ship floating in isolation on the sea during the obscurity of the night. each of which is a world. and now the path became a labyrinth. in order to leave La Pianosa to starboard. The peak of Monte Cristo redden ed by the burning sun. and the roof glowing with diamond stalactites. If he closed his eyes. was seen against the azure sky. and at ten minutes past seven they doubled the lighthouse just as the beacon was kin dled. Night came. owing to that clearness of the atmosphere peculiar to the light which the rays . and in its progress visions good and evil passed through Dantes' mind. amazed . This frequentl y happened. The sea was calm. Edmond resigned the lugger to the master's care. and all went to their bunks contentedly. and land on the island without incurring any suspicion. They were making nearly ten knots an hour. Two hours afterwards he came on deck. for he too had recognized the superiority of Dantes over the crew and himself. in the silence of immensity. and what solitude is more complete. by one of the unexpected strokes of fortune which sometimes be fall those who have for a long time been the victims of an evil destiny.The Island of Monte Cristo.

Fortunately. taking a fowling-piece. The point was. Then the landing began. on board the tartan. -. the grottos -. "None. like Lucius Brutu s. The island was familiar to the crew of The Young Amelia. with a single word. and when next day. "Should we not do better in the grottos?" "What grottos?" "Why. "Why. whose every wave she silvered. and the g limmerings of gayety seen beneath this cloud were indeed but transitory. soon came in sight. powder. his minute observations and evident p re-occupation. experi ence the anguish which Edmond felt in his paroxysms of hope. Night came." replied Jacopo. Besides. or a desire for solitude. or even stopped up. he would. He questioned Jacopo. The boat that now arrived. "ascendi ng high. having kille ." It was dark. assured by the answering signal that all was well. he could evoke from all these men. his painful past gave to his countenance an indelible sadness. and to which The Young Amelia replied by a similar signal. he almost feared that he had already said too much. then. "Where shall we pass the nigh t?" he inquired. white and silent as a phantom. for the sake of greater security. aroused suspicions. Never did gamester. Dantes reflected. The cold sweat sprang forth on Dantes' brow. are there no grottos at Monte Cristo?" he asked. In spit e of his usual command over himself. and had he dared. and cast anchor within a cable's length of shore. by Cardinal Spada. but never touched at it. as regarded this circumstance at least." replied the sailor. but. if he gave utterance to the one unchanging thought that pervaded his heart. a signal made half a league out at sea. indicated that the moment f or business had come." For a moment Dantes was speechless. to discover the hidden entran ce.of the sun cast at its setting. fearing if he did so that he might incur dis trust.caves of the island. but at eleven o'clock the moon r ose in the midst of the ocean. and Dantes did not oppose this. Edmond gazed very earnestly at the mass of rocks which gave out all the variety of twilight colors. As to Dantes." played in floods of pale light on the rocky hills of this second Pelio n. and a mist passed over his eyes. had they gone a quarter of a league when. as he worked. No one had the slightest suspicion. He was the first to jump on shore. on the shout of joy whi ch. However. his wish was construed into a love of sport. and by his restlessness and continual questions. "What." "I do not know of any was one of her r egular haunts. The Young Amelia was first at the rendezvous. and Dantes therefore delayed all investig ation until the morning. however. and at ten o'clock they anchored. Scarcely. and then. and from time to time his cheeks flushed. It was useless to search at night. have "kissed his mother earth. Dantes could not restrain his impetuosity. Dantes declared his intention to go and kill some of the wild goats that were seen springing from rock to rock. Jacopo insisted on following h im. and shot. from the brightest pink to the deepest blue. whose whole fortune is staked on one cast of the die. then he remembered that these caves might h ave been filled up by some accident. far from disclosing this precious secret. he had passed it on his voyage to and from the Leva nt. his brow darkened.

and waste this treasure in some city with the pride of sultans and the insolence of nabobs. and which. no!" exclaimed Edmond. looking from time to time behind and around about him. to Edmond. which apparently had been made with some degree of regularity. whom Jacopo had rejoined. an d who were all busy preparing the repast which Edmond's skill as a marksman had augmented with a capital dish. But even while they watched his daring progress. on compulsion. unerring Faria could not b e mistaken in this one thing. while limiting the power of man. spread out the fruit and bread. seemed to have respected these sig ns. and panted for wealth." said he. Keeping along the shore. that I shall. following a path worn by a tor rent. then they will return with a fortune of six hundred francs. Only. Dantes went on. which encrusts all physical substances with its mossy mantle. who was hidden from his comrades by the inequali ties of the ground.d a kid. Besides. This and some dried fruits an d a flask of Monte Pulciano. . A large round rock. his companions. "that will not be. and examining the smallest object with serious attention. Yet perchance to-morrow deception will so act on me. was the only spot to which they seemed to lead. consider such a contemptible possession as the utmost happiness. but in providence. Having reached the summit of a rock. nor di d they terminate at any grotto. Edmond looked at them for a moment with the sad and gentle smile of a man super ior to his fellows. who. marks made by the hand of man. who but three months before had no desire but liberty had now not liberty enough. and request them to cook i t. he begged Jacopo to take it to his comrades. might not these betraying marks have attracted other eyes than those for whom they wer e made? and had the dark and wondrous island indeed faithfully guarded its preci ous secret? It seemed. At this moment hope makes me despise their riches. They all rushed towards h im. Time. and probably with a definite purpose. Just at the moment when t hey were taking the dainty animal from the spit. This solitary place was precisel y suited to the requirements of a man desirous of burying treasure. he t hought he could trace. was the bill of fare. they saw Edmond springing with the boldness of a chamois from rock to rock. The sight of marks renewed Edmond fondest hopes. a thousand feet beneath him. that at sixty paces from the harbor the marks ceased. and they fired the signal agreed up on. Edmond concluded that perhaps in stead of having reached the end of the route he had only explored its beginning. placed solidly on its base. and the y saw him stagger on the edge of a rock and disappear. for all loved Edmond in spite of his superiority. on certain rocks. Edmond's foot slipped. to go and risk their lives again by endeavoring to gain fifty more. h as filled him with boundless desires. however. The sportsman instantly changed his direction. as it inves ts all things of the mind with forgetfulness. Meanwhile. Might i t not have been the cardinal himself who had first traced them. Meanwhile his comrades had prepared the repast. which he could not foresee would have been so complete. and cooked the kid. "In two hours' time. which seem to me con temptible. h e saw. in order that th ey might serve as a guide for his nephew in the event of a catastrophe. Occasionally the marks were hidden under tufts of myrtl e." Thus Dantes. human foot had never before trod. Dan tes approached the spot where he supposed the grottos must have existed. which spread into large bushes laden with blossoms. So Edmond had to separate the branches or brush away the moss to know wher e the guide-marks were. "these persons will depart ri cher by fifty piastres each. Oh . had got some water from a sprin g. it were better to die than to continue to lead this low and wretched life. or beneath parasitical li chen. yet Jacopo reached him fir st. The wise. and he therefore turned round and retraced his steps. in all human probability. The cau se was not in Dantes. and when ready to let him know by firing a gun. and ran quickly towards them. by a cleft between two walls of rock.

"than suffer the inexpressible agonie s which the slightest movement causes me. But. "We cannot leave you here so. If you do not come across one." "Go. and that wh en they returned he should be easier. An hour afterwards they returned. They poured a little rum down his throat . "I would rather do so. We will not go till evening. and it is just that I pay the penalty of my clumsiness. but he insisted that his comrades." said Jacopo. instead of growing easier. Dantes' pains appeared to increase in violence. "No. complained of great pain in his knee . that he would rather die where he was than undergo the agony which the slightest movement cost him. and balls. and almost senseless. They wished to carry him to the shore." said the patron. between Nice and Frejus. and this remedy which had before been so beneficial to him. it shall never be said that we deserted a good com rade like you. there's one way of settling this. and the smell of the roasted kid was very savory. urged Dante s to try and rise. that he could not bear to be moved. would be ready for sea when her toilet should be completed. or even delay in its execu tion. to kill the kids or defend myself at need. T hey were hungry. a gun. "and then we must run ou t of our course to come here and take you up again. although. "Do you go. All that Edmond had been able to do was to drag himself about a dozen paces forward to lean against a moss-grown rock. "I was awkward. no. but at each e ffort he fell back. It may be supposed that Dantes did not now think of his dinner. powder. who had not his reasons for fasting." said the commander. and I will stay and take care of the wounded man. Edmond opened his eyes. although under Jacopo's d irections. and severe pains in his loins. in a low voice. We will try and carry him on bo ard the tartan." said the patron. should have their meal. I will pay twenty-five piastres for my passage back to Leghorn." This very much astonished the sailo rs." was Edmond reply. Leave me a small supply of biscuit." Dantes declared.He found Edmond lying prone. he is an excellent fellow. and yet we cannot stay." The patron turned towards his vessel. and your tars are not very ceremonious. "let what may happen. with sails partly set ." "Why. and. and a pickaxe. "if in two or three days you hail any fishing-boat. moaning and turning pale. not one opposed it. bleeding. "No matter. he declared." said Dantes. who was obliged to sail in the morning in order to land his car go on the frontiers of Piedmont and France. "He has broken his ribs. go!" exclaimed Dantes. "We shall be absent at least a week. with heavy groans." said the patron. but when they touched him. which was rolling on the swell in the little harbor. however. The sailors did not require much urging. Edmond made great exertions in order to comply." The patron shook his hea d. The patron was so strict that this was the fir st time they had ever seen him give up an enterprise. produced the same effect as formerly." "But you'll die of hunger. a feeling of heaviness in his head. desire them to come here to me. Maltese?" asked the captain. return for me. he declared that he had only need of a little rest. "Listen. "What are we to do. "Well. The old patron. He had rolled down a declivity of twelve or fifteen feet. that I may build a shelter if you delay in coming back for me." he said to the patron." . As for himself. Captain Baldi. Dantes would not allow that any such infraction of regular and proper rule s should be made in his favor. and we must not leave him.

" A peculiar smile passed over Dantes' lips. which seemed themselves sensible of the heat. as we have said. when they had disappeared." he exclaimed. laid down his pickaxe. "now. and hastened towards the rock on which the marks he had noted termi nated."'Tis strange that it should be among such men that we find proofs of friendship and devotion." The n he dragged himself cautiously to the top of a rock. his pickaxe i n the other. was about to r ound the Island of Corsica. "to remain with me?" "Yes. chirped with a monotonous and dull note. At the end of an hour she was completely out of sight . w hich Faria had related to him. that Edmond fixed his eyes." said Edmond. at least. as if he could not move the rest of his bod y. open sesame!" Chapter 24 The Secret Cave. he squeezed Jacopo's hand warmly. "and without any hesitation. He saw that he was on the highest point of the island. This sight reassured him.that dread of the daylight whic h even in the desert makes us fear we are watched and observed. The first was just disappearing in the straits of Bonifacio. had traced the marks along the rocks. -." "You are a good fellow and a kind-hearted messmate. or upon the almost imperceptible line that to the experienced eye of a sailor alone rev ealed the coast of Genoa the proud. the island was i nhabited. and Leghorn the commercial. guided by the hand of God."And give up your share of the venture. but I do not wish any one to stay with me. "And now. A day or two of rest will set me up. with its historical associations. Then he descended with cautious and slow step. hidden in the bushes. and covered it with a fringe of f oam. The sun had nearly reached the meridian. mounted to the summit of the highest rock. bu t nothing could shake his determination to remain -. remembering the tale of the Arabian fisherman. and. but not without turnin g about several times. it was impossible for the wounded man to see her any longer from the spot where he was. Thousands of grasshoppers . He then looked at the obje cts near him. while the b lue ocean beat against the base of the island. or on Sardinia." replied Edmond. and each time making signs of a cordial farewell. the leaves of t he myrtle and olive trees waved and rustled in the wind. He felt an i ndescribable sensation somewhat akin to dread -. nothing human appearing in sight. that he gazed. I t was at the brigantine that had left in the morning. he said with a smile. "and heave n will recompense you for your generous intentions. or on the Island of Elba. and his scorching rays fell full on th e rocks. set sail. and the tartan that had ju st set sail. In a word. and I hope I shall find amon g the rocks certain herbs most excellent for bruises.a statue on this vast pedestal of granite. But it was not upon Corsica. he stopp ed. and from thence gazed round in every direction. took his gun in one hand. Dantes. -. from which he had a full v iew of the sea.and remain alone. Then Dantes rose more agile and light than the kid among the myrtles and shrubs of these wild rocks. The smugg lers left with Edmond what he had requested and set sail. weigh anchor. following an opposite direction. seized his gun. Then. for he dreaded lest an accid ent similar to that he had so adroitly feigned should happen in reality. afar o ff he saw the wild goats bounding from crag to crag. and thence he saw the tartan complete her preparations for saili ng. the other. the very houses of which he could distinguish. At every step that Edmo nd took he disturbed the lizards glittering with the hues of the emerald. This feeling was so strong that at the moment when Edmond was about to begin his labor. balancing herself as gracefully as a water-fowl ere it ta kes to the wing. and he had notic . yet Edmond felt himself alone." said Jacopo. to whic h Edmond replied with his hand only.

Dantes. Instead of raising it. Then following the clew that. I am accustomed to adversity. c oncealed his little barque. and finally disappeared in the ocean. The rock.ed that they led to a small creek. Dantes dug away the earth carefully. It was this idea that had brought Dantes back to the circular rock. rolled over. stripped off its branches. and reflected. flint s and pebbles had been inserted around it. The intrepid treasure-seeker walked round it. and the rock had slid along this until it stopped at the spot it now occupied. thought he. the infernal invention would serve him for this purpo se. and his sight became s o dim. which was hidden like the bath of some ancien t nymph. He soon p erceived that a slope had been formed. and destroye d his theory. have been lifted to this spot. the ingenious artifice. This feeling lasted but for a moment. he thou ght that the Cardinal Spada. Any one else would have rushed on with a cry of joy. they have lowered it. With the aid of his pickaxe. hesitated. placed his lever in one of the crevices. myrtle-bushes had taken root. and at the end of it had buried his treasure. A large stone had served as a wedge. but his knees trembled. were he Hercules himself. I must not be cast down by the discovery that I have been deceived. and deep in the centre. so as to conceal the orifice. He ligh ted it and retired. D antes turned pale. After ten minutes' labor the wall gave way. and strained every nerve to move the mass. But the rock was too heavy. This creek was sufficiently wide at its mouth. Dantes uttered a cry of joy and surprise. with hi s pickaxe. without any support. and disclosed steps that descended until they were lost in the obscurity o f a subterraneous grotto. then. exposing an iron ring let int o a square flag-stone. How could this rock. bounded from point to point. and used it as a le ver. then made a match by rolling his handkerchief in saltpetre. The explosion soon followed. and. would be the use of all I have suffered? The h . never had a fir st attempt been crowned with more perfect success. and too firmly wedged. after the manner of a labor-saving pion eer. to admit of the entrance of a small vessel of the lugger class. anxious not to be watched. cemented by the hand of time. and the old rock seemed fixed to the earth. who uprooted the mountains to hurl against the father of the gods. which weighed several tons. which would be p erfectly concealed from observation. selecting the spot from whence it appeared most susceptible to attack. leaned toward s the sea. Dantes went and cut the strongest olive-tree he cou ld find. tottered on its base. to be moved by any one m an. like the guardian demon of the treasure. filled it with powder. Edmond inserted his lever in the ring and exerted all his strength. On the spot it had occupied was a circular space. the upper rock was lifted from its base by the terrific force of the powder. that he was forced to pause. followed the line marked by the notches in the rock. He smiled. One thing only perplexed Edmond. "be a m an. this sp ecies of masonry had been covered with earth. and disappeared. and grass and weeds had grown ther e. and a huge snake. in the hands of the Abbe Faria. th ousands of insects escaped from the aperture Dantes had previously formed. without the aid of many men? Suddenly an idea flashed across his m ind. The rock yielded. rolled himself along in da rkening coils. moss had clung to the stones. which now. or fancied he detected. inserted it in the hole. Dantes redoubled his efforts. had been so skilf ully used to guide him through the Daedalian labyrinth of probabilities. and a hole large enough t o insert the arm was opened. He attacked this wall. Dantes saw that he must attack the wedge. And he sprang from the rock in order to inspect the base on which it had formerly stood. dug a mine between the upper rock and the one that supported it. But how? He cast his eyes around. the flag-stone yie lded. already shake n by the explosion. Dantes approached the upper rock. He would fain have continued. had entered the creek. and detected. and his heart beat so violently. he seeme d like one of the ancient Titans." said he to himself. the lower one flew into pieces. "Come. and saw the horn full of powder which his friend Jacop o had left him. What.

dispelling the dark ness before his awe-inspiring progress. the opening must be. not merely by the aperture he had just formed. habituated as it was to darkness. which. "The fate. He had only found the first grotto. However. retur ned to that part of the wall whence issued the consoling sound he had before hea rd. like Caesar Borgia. raised the stone." Then he descended. smiling. while their master descended. the end of this adventure becomes simply a matter of curiosity. and with the quickness of perception that no one but a prisoner possesses. a smile on his lips. pieces of stucco similar to that used in the ground work . and finding nothing that appeared suspicious." But he called to mind the words of the will. the stealthy and indefatigable plunderer. and the tendrils of the creepers that grew from the rocks." replied he." "But what was the fate of the guards who thus possessed his secret?" asked Dant es of himself. Caesar Borgia. discovere d his traces. Borgia has been here. as I am about to descend." He remained motionless and pensive. "he would have found the treasure. the intrepid a dventurer. has left me nothing. pursued them as I have done. "Now that I expect nothing. perhaps two guards kept watch on land and sea. and. This fabulous event formed but a link in a long chain of marvels. he had now to seek the second. this is an adventure worthy a place in the varied career of that roy al bandit. in order to avoid fruitless toil. he. had he come." thought Dantes. he sounded all the other walls with his pickaxe. masked for precaution's sake. The pickaxe struck for a moment with a d ull sound that drew out of Dantes' forehead large drops of perspiration. Faria has dreamed this. Dantes' eye. which he could devour leaf by leaf. "Yes. perhaps he never came here. "Alas. entered. and within tw enty paces. struck the ear th with the butt of his gun. which he knew by heart. After hav ing stood a few minutes in the cavern. seeing in a dream these glittering walls. At last it seemed to him that one part of the wall gave forth a more hollow and deeper echo. it sees all its illusions destroyed. Dantes continued his search. the Cardinal Spada buried no treasu re here." "Yet. in all probability. "In the fa rthest angle of the second opening. Yes . yes. and Borg ia. now that I no longer entertain the slightest hopes. Dantes saw a dim and bluish light. as w ell as the air. "Perhaps!" But instead of the darkness.eart breaks when. "these are the treasures the cardinal has left." said Edmond. H e reflected that this second grotto must penetrate deeper into the island. his eyes fixed on the gloomy aperture that was open at his feet. a sword in the other." And he remaine d again motionless and thoughtful. He again struck it. a torch in one hand. and the thick and mephitic at mosphere he had expected to find. "of those who buried Alaric. and thr ough which he could distinguish the blue sky and the waving branches of the ever green oaks. he who compared Italy to an artichoke. he ex amined the stones. at the foot of this rock. has followed him. after having been elated by flattering hopes. and the good abbe. saw that there. could pierce even to th e remotest angles of the cavern. knew the value of time. I will go dow n." said the cardinal's will. and sounded one part of the wall where he fancied the opening existed. and descending befo re me. and murmuring that last word of human p hilosophy. has indulged in fa llacious hopes. As he struck the wall. which was of granite that sparkled like diamond s. Then a singular thing occurred. the atmosphere of which was rather warm t han damp. k new too well the value of time to waste it in replacing this rock. and with greater force. smiling. or if he did. he eagerly advanced. but by t he interstices and crevices of the rock which were visible from without.

exposing a large whit e stone. two feet of earth removed. "It is a casket of wood bound with iron. At last. A wild goat had passed be fore the mouth of the cave. and Dantes' fate would be decided.n o one would have been at such pains to conceal an empty casket. alleging to himself. sprang through the opening. The pickaxe th at had seemed so heavy. a sword. all carved as things were carv . but by waiting. and fell to the ground in flakes. it was. The aperture was already sufficiently large for him to enter. In an instant a space three feet long by two feet broad was cleared. He waited in order to allow pure air to displace the fo ul atmosphere. he could still cling to hope. was buried in this corner. placed betwe en two padlocks. never did alarm-bell. but had been merely placed one upon the other. the arms of the Spada family -. The aperture of the rock had been closed with stones. He thought a moment. and surmounted by a cardinal's hat. but not the same sound. The island was deserted. After several blows he perceived that the stones were not ceme nted. passed his hand over his brow. so did his heart give way. was now like a feather in his grasp. like all the Italian armorial bearings. and Dantes could see an o aken coffer. saw that his pickaxe had in reality struck against iron an d wood. . but in reality because he felt that he was about to faint. This last proof. he placed it on the ground. Dantes entered the second grotto. Never did funeral knell. He again struck his pickaxe into the earth. and fall at his feet. and mounted the stair. bound with cut steel. he seized it. and summoning all his resolution.viz. and the sun seemed to cover it with its fiery glance. He had nothing more to do now. At the fifth or sixth blow the pickaxe struck against an iron subs tance. and retard the certainty of deception. he inserted the point of his pickaxe. Dantes seized his g un. and again entered the cavern. This would hav e been a favorable occasion to secure his dinner. afar off. The second grotto was lower and more gloomy than the first. Faria had so ofte n drawn them for him. but with the iron tooth of the pickaxe to draw the stones towards hi m one by one." thought he . In an instant he had cleared every obstacle away. and then went on. Dantes easily recognized them. which entered someway between the interstices. lighted it at the fire at which the smugglers had prepared their breakfast. There was no longer any doubt: the treasure was there -. He approached the hole he had dug. and the two handles at each end. and using the handle as a lever. instead of giving hi m fresh strength. He planted his torch in the ground and resumed his labor. after renewed hesitation. Had Dantes found nothing he could not have become more ghastly pal e. the pickaxe descended. At the left of the opening was a dark and deep angle.of arabesques broke off. He wished to see everything. and painted to imitate granite. produce a greater effect o n the hearer. He advanc ed towards the angle. The treasure. in the middle of the lid he saw engraved on a silver plate. like the first. he ha stily swallowed a few drops of rum. Dantes had tasted nothing. but Dantes feared lest the rep ort of his gun should attract attention. then this stucco had been applied. in proportion as the proofs tha t Faria. with the aid of the torch. pale. a few small fishing boats studded the bosom of the blue ocean. the air that could only enter by the newly formed opening had the mephitic smell Dantes was surprised not to f ind in the outer cavern. and covered with stucco. as an excuse. He glanced around this second g rotto. But to Dantes' eye there was no darkness. cut a branch of a resinous tree. and now. deprived him of it. attacked the ground with the pickaxe. and was feeding at a little distance. which was still untarnished. empty. or rather fell. But by some strange play of emotion. on an oval shield. The time had at length arrived. but he thought not of hunger at such a moment. At this moment a shadow passed rapidly before the opening. a desire to be assured that no one was watc hing him. and descended with this torch . and a ttacked the wall. with joy so on saw the stone turn as if on hinges. and remounted the stairs . It was there h e must dig. and encountered the same resistan ce. Dantes struck with the sharp e nd of his pickaxe. and he saw successively the lock. had not been deceived became stronger. if it existed. and a feeling of discouragement stole over him.

Day. each worth about eighty francs of our money. blazed piles of golden coin. He then set himself to work to count his fortune. filling the interstices with earth. and found himself before this mine of gold and jewels. barren aspect w hen seen by the rays of the morning sun which it had done when surveyed by the f ading glimmer of eve. it was impossible. He th en closed his eyes as children do in order that they may see in the resplendent night of their own imagination more stars than are visible in the firmament. and strove to lift the coffer. he cocked his gun and laid it beside him. many of which. pearls. spri nkled fresh sand over the spot from which it had been taken. uttered a prayer intellig ible to God alone. and strained his view to catc h every peculiarity of the landscape. and fearing to be surprised in the cavern. clasping his hands convulsively. these faithful guardians seemed unwilling to surrender their trust. his gun in his h and. and the chest was open. and stood motionless with amazement. diamonds. from whence he could behold the sea . examined these treasures. burst open the fastenings. as they fell on one another. and. then carefully watering these new plantations. Dantes inserted the sharp end of the pickaxe between t he coffer and the lid.alone with these countless. and rubies. Edmond rushed through the caverns like a man seized with frenzy. he leaped on a rock. He was alone -. but it wore the same wild. Chapter 25 The Unknown. and then carefully trod down the earth to give it everywhere a uniform appearance. rushed into th e grotto. He soon became calmer and more happy. and he sa w that the complement was not half empty. still unable to believe the evidence of his senses. then he r eturned. And he measured ten double handfuls of pearls. sounded like hail against glass. Descending into the grotto. lock and padlock were fastened. Dantes seized the handles. Dantes saw the light gradually disappear. into which he deftly inserted rapidly growing plants. Edmond was seized with vertigo. were valuable beyond their intrinsic worth. for an instant he leaned his head in his hands as if to prevent his senses from lea ving him. heaping on it broken masses of rocks and rough fragments of crumbling granite. terrifying the wild goats and scaring the sea-fowls with his wild cries and gestures. each weighing from two to three pounds. This time he fe ll on his knees. left it. were ranged bars of unpolished gold. he scrupulously effaced e . still holding in the ir grasp fragments of the wood. and other gems. he lifted the stone. With the first light Dantes resumed his search. A piece of biscuit and a small quantity of rum formed his supper. which possessed nothing attractive save their va lue. It was a night of joy and terror. Th ere were a thousand ingots of gold. Edmond grasped handfuls of diamonds. and his predecessors. such as the wild myrtle and flowering thorn.ed at that epoch. The hinges yielded in their turn and fell. Three compartments div ided the coffer. and pressing with all his force on the handle. such as this man of stupendous emotions had a lready experienced twice or thrice in his lifetime. then he piled up twenty-five thousand crowns. the n he re-opened them. filled hi s pockets with gems. quitting t he grotto. and then rushed madly about the rocks of Monte Cristo. felt. and yet he had not strength enough. or was it but a dream? He would fain have gazed upon his gold. when art rendered the commonest metals precious. and bearing the effigies of Alexander VI. in the second. and. mounted by the most famous wor kmen. Again he climbed the rocky height he had ascended the previous evening. lying over the mouth of the cave. He sought to ope n it. for which Dantes had so eagerly and impatiently waited with open eyes. these unheard-of treasures! was he awake. aga in dawned. in the third. In the first. then. put the box together as well and securely as he could. for only now did he beg in to realize his felicity. whic h. After having to uched. and he sn atched a few hours' sleep. he replaced the stone.

accompan ying the gift by a donation of one hundred piastres. however. the smugglers returned. who at first tried all his powers of persuasion to induce him to remain as one o f the crew. The following morning Jacopo set sail for Marseilles. a dealer in precious stones. Dantes took leave of the captain.very trace of footsteps. he ceased to importu ne him further. and to assume the rank.that first and greatest of all the forces within the grasp of man. and particularly Jacopo. This obliged them to make all the speed they could to evade the enemy. which yearned to return to dwell among m ankind. Having seen Jacopo fairly out of the harbor. night came on. In fact. al though considerably better than when they quitted him. and dragging himself with affected diffic ulty towards the landing-place. l eft him by an uncle. and expressions of cordial int erest in all that concerned him. to whom he disposed of four of his s mallest diamonds for five thousand francs each. the trip had been sufficiently successful to satisfy all concerned . Jacopo could scarcely beli eve his senses at receiving this magnificent present. who did not allow him as much money as he liked to spend. he repaired to the h ouse of a Jew. power. the pursuing vessel had almost overtaken them when. but the cunning purchaser asked no troublesome questions concerning a bargain by which he gained a round profit of at least eighty per cent. Upon the wh ole. and influence which are always accorded t o wealth -. an inhabitant of the Catalan village. and enabled t hem to double the Cape of Corsica. while the crew. To t his question the smugglers replied that. with direc tions from Dantes to join him at the Island of Monte Cristo. but as The Young Amelia had m erely come to Monte Cristo to fetch him away. 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. distributing so liberal a gratuity among her crew as to secure for him the good wishes of all. he impatiently awaited the return of his companions. fortunately. and proceeded with the captain to Leghorn. but having been told the history of the legacy. which amounted to no less a sum than fifty piastres each. To wait at Monte Cristo for the purpose of watching like a drago n over the almost incalculable riches that had thus fallen into his possession s atisfied not the cravings of his heart. whose sole heir he was. Arrived at Leghorn. which Dantes hastened to a ccount for by saying that he had merely been a sailor from whim and a desire to spite his family. wh en they could but lament the absence of Dantes. he embarked that same evening. On the sixth day. and also a young woman c alled Mercedes. but that on his arrival at Leghorn he had come into possession of a large fortune. residing in the Allees de Meillan. From a distance Dantes recognized the rig and handling of The Young Amelia. whose superior skill in the mana gement of a vessel would have availed them so materially. Dantes half feared that such val uable jewels in the hands of a poor sailor like himself might excite suspicion. Edmond preserved the most admirable self-command. not suffering the faintest in dication of a smile to escape him at the enumeration of all the benefits he woul d have reaped had he been able to quit the island. To the captain he promised to write when he had . The following day Dantes presented Jacopo with an entirely new vessel. that he might provide himse lf with a suitable crew and other requisites for his outfit. he met his companions with an assurance that. Dantes proceeded to make his final adieus on board The Young Amelia. This done. and so elude all further pursuit. leaving the approach to the cavern as savage-looking an d untrodden as he had found it. although successful in landing their ca rgo in safety. expressed great regrets that Dantes h ad not been an equal sharer with themselves in the profits. He then inquired how they had fared in their trip. The term for which Edmond had engaged to se rve on board The Young Amelia having expired. The superior education of Dantes ga ve an air of such extreme probability to this statement that it never once occur red to Jacopo to doubt its accuracy. upon condition that he would go at once to Marseilles for the purpose of inquiring after an old man named Louis Dantes.

seemed to be animated with almost human intelligence. but no one thought of Monte Cristo. applied to its owner to transfer it to him. Early on the following morning he commenced the removal of his riches. The island was utterly deserted. so constructed as to be concealed from all but hims elf. studying it as a skilful horseman would the animal he destined for some importa nt service. Dantes employed it in manoeuvring his yacht round the island. struck with the beauty and capability of the little vessel . retired with the latter for a few m inutes to a small back parlor. The proposa l was too advantageous to be refused. Dantes led the owner of the yacht to the dwelling of a Jew. At the moment of his arrival a small yacht was under trial in the bay. the latter to remed y. he dropped anchor in the l ittle creek. and promised to have these secret places completed by the next day. so promptly did it obey the slightest touch. A bargain was therefore struck. and bore no evidence of having bee n visited since he went away. who. this yacht had been built by order of an Englishman. the only thing the builder could oblige him in would b e to contrive a sort of secret closet in the cabin at his bed's head. the more so as the person for whom the yac ht was intended had gone upon a tour through Switzerland. saying he was ac customed to cruise about quite alone. The former Dantes proposed to augment. indeed. and Dantes required but a short trial of his beauti ful craft to acknowledge that the Genoese had not without reason attained their high reputation in the art of shipbuilding. his treasure was just as he had left it. offering sixty thousand francs. and his principal pleasure consisted in ma naging his yacht himself. having heard that the Genoese excelle d all other builders along the shores of the Mediterranean in the construction o f fast-sailing vessels. his boat had proved herself a first-class sailer. they then turned their con jectures upon her probable destination. and in two hours afterwar ds the newcomer lay at anchor beside the yacht. till at the end of that time he was perfectly conversant with its go od and bad qualities. but this Dantes declined with many thanks. He immediately signalled it. under the inspection of an immense crowd drawn together by curiosity to see the rich Spanish noblema n who preferred managing his own yacht. As it drew near. A week passed by. The builder cheerfully undertook the commission. Yet thither it was that Dantes guide d his vessel. and was not expected b ack in less than three weeks or a month. while Africa was positively reported by many persons as her intended course. Then Dantes departed for Genoa. Dantes furnishing the dimensions and p lan in accordance with which they were to be constructed. Some insisted she was making for Corsica .made up his mind as to his future plans. he recognized it as the boat he had given to Jacopo. th e price agreed upon between the Englishman and the Genoese builder was forty tho usand francs. But their wonder was soon changed to adm iration at seeing the perfect skill with which Dantes handled the helm. bets were offered to any amount that she was bound for Spain. and. and ere nightfall the whole of his immense wealth was safely deposited in the compartments of the secret locker. and at Monte Cristo he arrived at the close of the second day. Upon the eighth day he discerned a small vessel under full sail approaching Mon te Cristo. Dantes had carefully noted the general appearance of t he shore. others the Island of Elba. The spectators followed the little v essel with their eyes as long as it remained visible. the closet to contain three divisions. and had come the distance from Ge noa in thirty-five hours. Dantes. was desirous of possessing a specimen of their skill. A mournful answer awaited each o . The delighted builder then offered his services in providing a suitable crew fo r the little vessel. His signal was returned. instead of landing at the usual place. The following day Dantes sailed with his yacht from Genoa. by which time the builder reckoned upon being able to complete another. and upon their return the Jew counted out to the shipbuilder the sum of sixty thousand francs in bright gold pieces. The boat . up on condition that he should be allowed to take immediate possession.

"I beg your pardon. followed b y the little fishing-boat. leaping lightly ashore. Each step he trod oppressed his heart with fresh emotion. Edmond welcomed the meeting w ith this fellow -. he had now the means of adopti ng any disguise he thought proper. his first and most indelible recollections were there. Dantes listened to these melancholy tid ings with outward calmness. and be able to ask your messmates to join you. And thus he proceeded onwards till he arrived at the end of the Rue de Noaill es. and those were of a nature he alone could investigate in a manner sati sfactory to himself. from whence a full view of the Allees de Meillan was obtained. In a couple of hours he returned. he was infor med that there existed no obstacle to his immediate debarkation. but. but not a word or look implied that he had the slightest idea of ever having seen before the person wi th whom he was then conversing. then. but he knew not how to account for the mysterious disappe arance of a sure means of tes ting the extent of the change which time had worked in his own appearance. however. went on his way. he signified his desire to be quite alone. not a tree . His looking-glass had assured him. The first person to attract the attention of Dantes. but by way of rewarding your honesty I give you another double Napoleon. and he gave orders t hat she should be steered direct to Marseilles. "Some nabob from India. Giving the sailor a piece of money in return for his civility." "Thank you. 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. his knees tottered under him. other particulars he was desirous of asce rtaining. Going straight towards him. carefully watching the man's countenance as he did so. was one of the crew belonging to the Pharaon. One fine morning. Without divulging his secret. that he passed but seemed filled with dear and cherished memorie s. a mist floated over his sight. not a street. For his father's death he was in some manner prepared. ." was his comment. his yacht. so pregnant with fond and filial remembrances. moreover. on the never-to-be-forgotten night of his departure for the Chateau d'If. he had been put on board the boat destined to co nvey him thither. and as this g ave him a standing which a French passport would not have afforded. whose receding figure he continued to gaze after in speechless astonishment . and see. that he ran no risk of recognition.who had been one of his own sailors -. Dantes proceeded onwards. and anchored e xactly opposite the spot from whence. he wiped the perspiration from his brows. as he landed on the Canebi ere. his heart beat almost to burstin g. but with that per fect self-possession he had acquired during his acquaintance with Faria. and had he not c lung for support to one of the trees." said the honest fellow. and Mercedes had disappeared." So extreme was the surprise of the sailor. that he was unable even to thank Edm ond. as you s ay. sir. Two of the men from Jacopo 's boat came on board the yacht to assist in navigating it. "but I b elieve you made a mistake. besides. in almost breathless haste. but ere he had gone many steps he heard the man loudly calling him to stop. and stopped not again till he found himself at the door of the house in which his father had li ved. during his stay at Legho rn. meanwhile. Dantes coolly presented an English passport he had obtained from Leghorn. Dantes could not give sufficiently clear instruct ions to an agent. At this spot. Dantes. y ou gave me a double Napoleon. boldly entered the port of Marseilles. Old Dantes was dead. tha t you may drink to my health.f Edmond's eager inquiries as to the information Jacopo had obtained. he would inevitably have fallen to the gro und and been crushed beneath the many vehicles continually passing there. I see that I have made a trifling mistake. There were. he propounded a variety of questions on different subject s. you intended to give me a two-franc piece. my good friend. Dantes instantly turned to meet him. Recove ring himself.

As Edmond passed the door on the fourth floor. consisting of an entirely new fishing-boat. and wondered to see the large tears silently ch asing each other down his otherwise stern and immovable features. they both acc ompanied him downstairs. and a multitude of theories were afloat. purchased the small dwelling for the sum of twenty-five thousand francs. and ask permission for a gentleman to be allow ed to look at them. at least ten thousand more than it w as worth. Having obtained the address of the person to whom the house in the Allees de Me illan belonged. that the per son in question had got into difficulties. but had its owner asked half a million. none of which was anywhere near the truth. which his father had delighted to train befor e his window. upon condition of their giving instant possession of the two sm all chambers they at present inhabited. but they had seen h im. reiterating their hope that he would come again wheneve r he pleased. The young couple gazed with astonishment at the s ight of their visitor's emotion. vainly calling for his son. and. Dantes next proceeded thither. now become the property of Dantes. and seeing them. and at the present time kept a small inn on the route from Bellegarde to Beaucaire. But what raised public astonishment to a climax. had all disappeared from the upper part of the house. he gazed thoughtfully for a time at the upper stories of the shabb y little house. Though answered in the negative. This strange event aroused great wonder and curiosity in the neighborhood of th e Allees de Meillan. he begged so earnestly to be pe rmitted to visit those on the fifth floor. was the knowledge that the same stranger who had i n the morning visited the Allees de Meillan had been seen in the evening walking in the little village of the Catalans. in despite of the oft-repeated assurance of the concierge that they were occupied. without the least augme ntation of rent. they left him to indulge his sorrow al one. but they felt the sacredness of his grief. Then he advanced to the door. The very same day the occupants of the apartments on the fifth floor of the house.. the eyes of Edmond were suff used in tears as he reflected that on that spot the old man had breathed his las t. leave Marseilles by the Porte d'Aix. But on t he following day the family from whom all these particulars had been asked recei ved a handsome present. etc. and. The bed belonging to the present o ccupants was placed as the former owner of the chamber had been accustomed to ha ve his. with two sei nes and a tender. that. it would unhesitatingly have b een given. and to pass more than an hour in inquiring after persons who ha d either been dead or gone away for more than fifteen or sixteen years. . Dantes sighed heavily. and afterwards observed to enter a poor fisherman's hut. Dantes succeeded in inducing the man to go up to the tenants. The tenants of the humble lodging were a young couple who had been scarcely mar ried a week. the f our walls alone remained as he had left them.The nasturtiums and other plants. and asked whether there were any r ooms to be let. Nothing in the two small ch ambers forming the apartments remained as it had been in the time of the elder D antes. merely give some orders to a sailor. he paused to inquire whether C aderousse the tailor still dwelt there. under the name of Lord Wilmo re (the name and title inscribed on his passport). with instinctive delicacy. were duly informed by the notar y who had arranged the necessary transfer of deeds. the very paper was different. and kindly refrained from questioning him as to its cause. for reply. Leaning agai nst the tree. in spite of his efforts to prevent it. and assuring him that their poor dwelling would ever be open to hi m. while the articles of antiquated furniture with which the rooms had been filled in Edmond's time had all disappeared. When he withdrew from the scene of his painful recollections. while. that the new landlord gave them their choice of any of the rooms in the house. The delighted recipients of these munificent gifts would gladl y have poured out their thanks to their generous benefactor. and se t all conjecture at defiance. upon quitting the hut. and then springi ng lightly on horseback. but he received.

on the side opposite to the main entr ance reserved for the reception of guests. The inn-keeper himself was a man of from forty to fifty-five years of age. on the lookout for gu ests who seldom came. like his beard. -. was pale. Each st alk served as a perch for a grasshopper. Such of my readers as have made a pedestrian excursion to the south of France m ay perchance have noticed. but their withered dusty foliage abundantly pr oved how unequal was the conflict. after the manner of the Spanish muleteers. from the front of which hung. of a curio us 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. it was situated between the Rhone from which it had its source and the post-road it had depleted. Gaspard Caderousse. and eschalots. exposed to the meridion al rays of a burning sun. sparkling. -.a little nearer to the former than to the latter.a s mall roadside inn. -. lone and solitary. which more resembled a dusty lake than solid ground. This man w as our old acquaintance. and deep-set eyes. and sickly-looking. or stretched languid and feeble on her bed. as it saved him the necessity of listening to the en dless plaints and murmurs of his helpmate. monotonous note. Born in the neighborhood of Arles. In the surrounding plain. and bony. whose ma iden name had been Madeleine Radelle. and in spite of his age but slightly interspersed with a few silvery threads. who never saw him without breaking ou t into bitter invectives against fate. to all of which her husband would calmly return an unvarying reply. consisting of a small plot of ground. For about seven or eight years the little tavern had been kept by a man and his wife. And. meagre. about midway between the town of Beaucaire and the vi llage of Bellegarde.Chapter 26 The Pont du Gard Inn. day after day. while. his hair. and backed upon the Rhone. and teeth white as th ose of a carnivorous animal. tall . which regaled the passers by through th is Egyptian scene with its strident. was thick and curly. a perfect specimen of the natives of those southern latitude s. not a hundred steps from t he inn. whil e her husband kept his daily watch at the door -. on the contrary. the effect. of which we have given a brief but faithful description. she had shared in the beauty for which its women are proverbial. with no other protection for his head than a red handk erchief twisted around it. She remained nearly always in her second-floor c hamber. and displayed its flexible stem and fan-shaped summit dried and cracked by the fierce heat of the sub-tropical sun.a duty he performed with so mu ch the greater willingness. strong. His wife. His naturally dark complexion had assumed a still furthe r shade of brown from the habit the unfortunate man had acquired of stationing h imself from morning till eve at the threshold of his door. but that beauty had gradually withered beneath the devastating i nfluence of the slow fever so prevalent among dwellers by the ponds of Aiguemort es and the marshes of Camargue. were scattered a few miserable stalks of wheat. with two servants. no doubt. which he wore under his c hin. a sheet of tin covered with a grotesque representation of the Pont du Gard. whose ut ter ruin it was fast accomplishing. hooked nose. A few dingy olives and stunted fig-tr ees struggled hard for existence. Between these sickly shrubs grew a scanty sup ply of garlic. for a canal be tween Beaucaire and Aiguemortes had revolutionized transportation by substitutin g boats for the cart and the stagecoach. creaking and flapping in the wi nd. and a hostler called Pecaud. a tall pine raised its melancholy head in one of the corners of thi s unattractive spot. This modern place of entertainment stood on the left-hand side of the post road. tomatoes. he had dark. like a forgott en sentinel. It also boasted of what in Languedoc is styled a gar den. yet there he stood.a chambermaid named Trinette. in these philosophic words: -- . shivering in her chair. This small staff was quite equal to all the requirements. as though to add to the daily mise ry which this prosperous canal inflicted on the unfortunate inn-keeper.

The horse was of Hung arian breed. bearing equal resemblance to the s tyle adopted both by the Catalans and Andalusians. but whether for his own pleasure or that of his rider would have been difficult to say. in all probability. at liberty to regulate his hours for journeying. he tied the animal safely and having drawn a r . to set the entrance door wide open. he mounted to her chamber. led his steed by the bridle in search of some place to which he could secure him. he might have caught a dim outline of something appro aching from the direction of Bellegarde. dressed i n black. more for the shelter than the profit it afforded. as usual. as the moving object drew nearer. which. by degrees. when he was aroused by the shrill voice of his wife.on which som e fowls were industriously. and wearing a three-cornered hat. was. the pair came on with a fair degree of rapidity. and silver buckles for the shoes. would choose to expose him self in such a formidable Sahara. h is eyes glancing listlessly from a piece of closely shaven grass -. endeavoring to turn up some grai n or insect suited to their palate -. Having arrived before the Pont du Gard. and Gaspard Caderousse. alth ough a bitter feeling of envious discontent filled his mind as the sound of mirt h and merry music from the joyous revellers reached even the miserable hostelry to which he still clung. the deserted road. between whom the kindest and most amiable understanding appeared to exist. Like other dwellers in the south. he was a man of sober habits and moderate des ires. that no one in his senses could have imagined that any travel ler. he wo uld easily have perceived that it consisted of a man and horse. striped gaiters. his rude g utteral language would not have enabled him to pronounce. necklaces. howev er. so called. During the days of his prosperity. He dressed in the picturesque costume worn upon grand occasio ns by the inhabitants of the south of France. elegantly worked stockings. At the moment Caderousse quitted his sentry-like watch before the door. His rider was a priest. while La Carconte displayed t he charming fashion prevalent among the women of Arles. and ambled along at an easy pace. first taking care. Nevertheless. It is God's pleasure that things should be so. velvet vests. and. though fruitlessly. and as a custom existed among the inhabitants of that part of France wher e Caderousse lived of styling every person by some particular and distinctive ap pellation. dismounting. at his place of observation before the door. the horse stopped."Hush. altogether presenting so uninvit ing an appearance. had Caderousse but retained his post a few minutes longer. a mode of attire borrowe d equally from Greece and Arabia. then. her husband had bestowed on her the name of La Carconte in place of h er sweet and euphonious name of Madeleine. Availing himself of a handle that p rojected from a half-fallen door. situated between Salon and La mbesc. which led away to th e north and south. watch-chains." The sobriquet of La Carconte had been bestowed on Madeleine Radelle from the fa ct that she had been born in a village. not a festivity took place without himself and wife being amo ng the spectators. meagre trees. and addicted to display. There it lay stretching out into one interminable line of dust and sand. let it not be s upposed that amid this affected resignation to the will of Providence. embroidered bodices. the unfor tunate inn-keeper did not writhe under the double misery of seeing the hateful c anal carry off his customers and his profits. the priest. with its sides bordered by tall. and grum bling to himself as he went. had given up any further participation in the pomps and vanities. Still. as an invitation to any chance traveller who might be passing. La Carconte. spite of the ardent rays of a no onday sun. the roa d on which he so eagerly strained his sight was void and lonely as a desert at m id-day. and the daily infliction of his pe evish partner's murmurs and lamentations. However that might have been. unable to appear abroad in his pristine splendor. both for himself and wife. all disappeared. But. but fond of external show. vain. part i-colored scarfs.

" said Caderousse. who. speaking with a strong Italian accent. "You are welcome. on the fourth f loor?" "I did. .ed cotton handkerchief. tha t really I believe that the respectable inhabitants will in time go without any clothing whatever. "will you be quiet? Pray don't heed him. a huge black dog came rushing to meet t he daring assailant of his ordinarily tranquil abode. But talking of heat. speaking to the dog. he never bites. snarling and displaying hi s sharp white teeth with a determined hostility that abundantly proved how littl e he was accustomed to society. You formerly lived. advancing to the door. with your permission. I believe in the Allees de Meillan. with many bows and courteous smiles. his long. I presume." The priest gazed on the person addressing him with a long and searching gaze -there even seemed a disposition on his part to court a similar scrutiny on the part of the inn-keeper. he deemed it as well to terminate this dumb show." "Gaspard Caderousse.Christian and surname are t he same. It is so hot at Marseilles. sir. wiped away the perspiration that stream ed from his brow." cried he. leaning his elbow on a table. most welcome!" repeated the astonished Caderousse. sir! -. mine host of the Pont du Gard besought his guest to enter. Margotin. sir. What would the abbe please to have? What refreshment can I offer? All I have is at his service. then. then. and had established himself very comfortably between his k nees. Cadero usse?" "Yes. he found the abbe sea ted upon a wooden stool. hastily raised a trap-door in the floor of the apartment they were in. then. which served both as parlor and kitchen. "Now. "Yes. At this unusual sound. struck thrice with the end of his iron-shod stick." "As you please. "Are you quite alone?" inquired the guest. I was a tailor. observing in the countenance of the latter no othe r expression than extreme surprise at his own want of attention to an inquiry so courteously worded. anxious not to lose the present opp ortunity of finding a customer for one of the few bottles of Cahors still remain ing in his possession. M." Then perceiving for the firs t time the garb of the traveller he had to entertain. Caderousse hastily exclaim ed: "A thousand pardons! I really did not observe whom I had the honor to receiv e under my poor roof. and then. even more surprised at the question than he had been by the silence which had preceded it. is there nothing I can offer you by way of refreshment?" "Yes. at your ser vice. while his dim eye was fixed earn estly on the traveller's face.he only barks. had crept up to him. I make no doubt a glass of good wine would be acceptable this dreadfully hot day. -." "And you followed the business of a tailor?" "True. At that moment a heavy footstep was heard descen ding the wooden staircase that led from the upper floor. Upon issuing forth from h is subterranean retreat at the expiration of five minutes. from his pocket. while Margotin. "You are. let me have a bottle of your best wine." answered the host. and." rejoined the priest. till the trade fell off. as Caderousse placed before him the bottle of wine and a glass. sir. "I am Gaspard Caderousse. w e will resume our conversation from where we left off. and there fore said. skinny neck resting on his lap. whose ani mosity seemed appeased by the unusual command of the traveller for refreshments.

with a hand on his br east and shaking his head."Quite. and the w icked punished. sooner or later." "So much the better for you. heart-broken prisoner than the felons who p ay the penalty of their crimes at the galleys of Toulon. as one pleases. "I can boast with truth of being an honest man. calm eye of the questioner seemed to dilate with feverish scrutiny. "Well. "one is free to believe them or not. is another proof that good people are never rewarded on this earth. "Yes. "and you do well to repeat them. "In the first place." answered Caderousse. with a show of interest." said the priest. if what you assert be true. but tell me. "and perhaps I may. who is the only person in the house besides myself." said the abbe. penetrating glance. "You remind me. "it is easy to perceive I am not a rich man. and the priest saw him wiping the tears from his eyes with the corner of the red handkerchief twisted round his head. while the clear." said Caderousse with a sigh." A deadly pallor followed the flush on the countenance of Caderousse. practically so. there." continued he significantly. is laid up with i llness. sir. 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. speaking in the highly colored languag . "that the young man concerning whom I asked y ou was said to bear the name of Edmond. "for I am firmly persuaded that. I must be satisfied that you are the person I am in search of." said the abbe. in the year 1814 or 1815. then?" said the priest. in my own per son." The abbe fixed on him a searching. hopeless. for my poor wife. know anything of a young sailor named Dante s?" "Dantes? Did I know poor dear Edmond? Why. at least. sir. quite alone." added he. he was so called as truly as I myself bore the appellation of Gaspard Caderouss e. be able to prove to you how completely you are in error." "Such words as those belong to your profession."or. I pray. becoming excited and eager." replied the man -.I can certainly say that much for myself." continued the inn-ke eper. who turned away. but." "What proofs do you require?" "Did you. honest -. Ah. and. but in this world a man does not thrive the better for being honest. "that is more than every one can say nowadays. poor fellow!" murmured Caderousse. fairly sustaining the scrutiny of the abbe's gaze. with a bitter expression of countenance. "Why." continued Caderousse. and unable to render me the least assistance. the good will be rewarded. Edmond Dantes and myself were intima te friends!" exclaimed Caderousse. and that none but the w icked prosper. poor thing!" "You are married." "You are wrong to speak thus. "Poor fellow." "Said to bear the name!" repeated Caderousse." "What mean you?" inquired Caderousse with a look of surprise. whose countenance flushed darkly as he caught the penetrating gaze of the abbe fixed on him. glancing rou nd as he spoke at the scanty furnishings of the apartment. "Ah.

"that Dantes. "A rich Englishman. he besought me to try and clear up a mystery he had never been able to penetrate." asked Caderousse." "And for that reason. with eager. send down brimstone and fire. that I might administer to him the c onsolations of religion." "And of what did he die?" asked Caderousse in a choking voice. I suppose." continued the abbe. unless it be of imprisonment?" Caderousse wi ped away the large beads of perspiration that gathered on his brow. It was estimated at fifty thousand fra ncs. witho ut taking any notice of his companion's vehemence." observed the abbe. But I swear to you. swore by his crucified Redeemer. deeply and sincerely lamented his unhappy fate. "And so I did. "though once. even in his dying moments. everything is relative. as he is said to do. "that it was a stone of immense value?" "Why. Instead of employing this diamond in attempting to bribe his jail ers." resumed the abbe. Why does not God." . "But the strangest part of the story is. I swear to you. 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 hi s confinement. searching eye of the abbe was empl oyed in scrutinizing the agitated features of the inn-keeper." And here the look of the abbe. I have. if he really hates the wicked. this jewel he bestowed on Dantes upon himself quitting the prison. "Of what. since then. during which the fixed. "who had been his companion in misfort une." murmured Caderousse. "I was called to see him on his dying bed. "You knew the poor lad.e of the south. who might only have taken it and then betrayed him to the governor. that in the event of his getting out of prison he might have wherewithal to live. for the sale of such a diamond would have quite suffic ed to make his fortune. and to clear his memory should any foul spot or stain h ave fallen on it. "the world grows worse and worse. Dantes carefully preserved it. by everything a man holds dear. that he was utterly ignor ant of the cause of his detention. I confess. s ir. sir." "Bless me!" exclaimed Caderousse. "How should he have been otherwise? Ah. "fifty thousand francs! Surely the diamond wa s as large as a nut to be worth all that. do young and strong men die in prison. "To one in Edmond's position the diamond certainly was of great value. then?" continued Caderousse." There was a brief silence. was posses sed of a diamond of immense value." "Then. think you. but had been released from prison during the second restoration." answered the abbe. becoming more and more fixed." "And so he was. the poor fellow told you the truth." replied Caderousse. and consum e them altogether?" "You speak as though you had loved this young Dantes. when they have scar cely numbered their thirtieth year. glowing looks. I envied him his g ood fortune. seemed to rest wit h ill-concealed satisfaction on the gloomy depression which was rapidly spreadin g over the countenance of Caderousse.

"No. in spite of being my r ival." said the abbe. while its brilliant hues seemed st ill to dance before the eyes of the fascinated inn-keeper. "you only mentioned four persons. "And that diamond. The fifth sharer in Edmond's bequest." "Go on. The name of one of the four friends is Caderousse."Where did we leave off?" "The name of Edmond's betrothed was Mercedes. set in a ring of admirable workmanship. I repeat his words just as he uttered them. "I have forgotten what he called her. when the latter." "`You will sell this diamond. and after pouring some int o a glass. is worth fifty thousand fran cs?" "It is. Do you understand?" "Perfectly." cried Caderousse. the only persons who have loved me upon earth. "`Another of the number. Caderousse quickly performed the stranger's bidding." said the abbe.' said Dantes.'" continued the abbe.'" "But why into five parts?" asked Caderousse. resuming his usual plac idity of manner." urged Caderousse.'" A fiendish smile played ove r the features of Caderousse. merely his testamentary executor. `I once possessed four dear and faithful friends. the abbe. waving his hand. as he placed his empty glass on the table." replied the abbe.Stay. entertained a very sincere affection for me. `You will go to Marseilles." said Caderousse eagerly. "But how comes the diamond in your possession. "Bring me a carafe of water. said. sir? Did Edmond make you his hei r?" "No. Calmly drawing fo rth from his pocket a small box covered with black shagreen. I have it with me." replied the abbe. who was about to break in upon the abbe's speech. -. and returned it to his pocket. without the setting. you will divide the money into five equal parts. with a stifled sigh. "it was not of such a size as that." "Because the fifth is dead." continued the abbe. and the third. and slowly swallowing its contents. -. stay. and displayed to the dazzled eyes of Caderousse the sparkling jewel it containe d. as he c losed the box." "Mercedes. as I hear. "True. as though hoping to discover the location of the treasure. "you say. `and I feel convi nced they have all unfeignedly grieved over my loss. the abbe opened it. `The third of my fri ends. you can do so afterwards.his name was Fernand." The sharp gaze of Caderousse was instantly directed towards the priest's garmen ts. "`is called Danglars. but you shall judge for yourself. and give an equal portion to these good friends. besides the maiden to whom I was betrothed' he said.'" The inn-keeper shivered. although my rival. that of my betrothed was' -. "Mercedes it was. -. which is also valuable. and then if y ou have any observations to make. was much attached to me.for you understand. almost breathless with eager admiration. said. without seeming to notice the em otion of Caderousse. "Allow me to finish first." "To be sure. wa .

are heaped on the unfortunate wretches. seated on the lower step. it is impossible -." retorted the woman." "Politeness. The very dogs that wander houseless and homeless in the streets find some pitying hand to cast them a mout hful of bread. I have said. provided he answers me candidly. making a strong effort to appear indifferent. of downright starvation." "Nay. "What have you to do with po liteness. "And you are a fool for having said anything about it. Whatever . "This gentleman asks me for information. she had feebly dragged herself down the stairs. should be allowed to perish of hunge r in the midst of other men who call themselves Christians. "Why. the doctors called his complaint gastro-enteritis. "Mind your own business. like my husband there." "Ah. the promis es and assurances of safety are quickly forgotten. you simpleton!" retorted La Carconte. "that my intentions are good.utterly impossible!" "What I have said. his acquain tances say he died of grief. head on knees. and all sorts of persecutions. the vilest ani mals are not suffered to die by such a death as that. "Why. yes." r eplied Caderousse sharply. and at some moment when nobod y is expecting it." said a voice from the t op of the stairs. and. that's all very fine. Ah. and saw the sickly countenance of La Carconte peeri ng between the baluster rails. I lived almost on the same floor with the poor old man. which common politeness will not permit me to refuse." "Too true. and that you husband can incur no risk. "Why should you meddle with what does not concern you?" The two men turned quickly.Caderousse paused. is too horrible for belief. Can yo u enlighten me on that point?" "I do not know who could if I could not. I beg of you. "but from the length of time that has elapsed since the deat h of the elder Dantes. "Nothing is easier than to begi n with fair promises and assurances of nothing to fear. "Of what?" asked the priest. s he had listened to the foregoing conversation. silly fol ks. anxiously and eagerly." "Starvation!" exclaimed the abbe. a Christian. springing from his seat. wife." "I learned so much at Marseilles. madam." said Caderousse. about a year after the disapp earance of his son the poor old man died." "Of what did he die?" "Why. have been persuaded to tell all they know. How do y ou know the motives that person may have for trying to extract all he can from y ou?" "I pledge you my word. my good woman. nay. I believe." answered Caderousse. but when poor." replied the abbe. behold trouble and misery. attracted by the sound of voices. and that a man. who saw him in his dying moments. Oh. too true!" ejaculated Caderousse. but I. I should like to know? Better study a little common prudence." said the abbe. "the poor old man did die. I was unable to obtain any particulars of his end. who cannot even see whence all their afflic tions come.s his own father. "Why. almost suffocated by the contendin g passions which assailed him. I say he d ied of" -. make yourself perfectly easy.

they will not be occasioned by my instrumentality. what woul d it be to them? no more than a drop of water in the ocean. and therefore can have nothing to do with hatred or revenge.evils may befall you." "Speak out then. "mind what you are saying!" Caderousse made no reply to these words. But you tell me he is no more. said." returned Caderousse. why. but it was fortunat e that he never knew. what good would it do?" asked Caderousse. but. whatever people may say. wife. "You say truly. "I don't know but what you're right!" "So you will say nothing?" asked the abbe. to pardon his enemies. "Can a ma n be faithful to another whose wife he covets and desires for himself? But Dante s was so honorable and true in his own nature. "Do you. which was not altogether devoid of rude poetry. in his native language. leaving the two speakers to resume the conversation. the reward intended for faithful friendship?" "That is true enough. that he believed everybody's prof essions of friendship. "It appears. "that I should bestow on men you say are fal se and treacherous. "that you named just now as being one of Dantes' faithfu l and attached friends. a nd came to me and begged that I would candidly tell which were his true and whic h his false friends." said the abbe. "Do I? No one better. perhaps. And." added Caderous se with a bitter smile." "Imbecile!" exclaimed La Carconte. then let her head again drop upo n her knees. that the miserable old man you were telling me of wa s forsaken by every one. he was cruelly deceived. so let all such feeling be buried with him. say what it was!" "Gaspard!" cried La Carconte.the very person." "And was he not so?" asked the abbe. A gain the abbe had been obliged to swallow a draught of water to calm the emotion s that threatened to overpower him. but somehow the poor old man had contracted a profound hatred for Fernand -. he would not have p erished by so dreadful a death. I should not hesitate." ." "Why. you are master -. When he had sufficiently recovered himself. "do as you will. Gaspard!" murmured the woman. "I can not help being more frightened at the idea of the malediction of the dead than t he hatred of the living. he was not altogether forsaken. he said. "If the poor lad were living. that I solemnly promise you. then." "You prefer." continued Caderousse. and went into a fit of ague. "for Mercedes the Catalan and Monsieur Morrel were very kind to him. the gift of poor Ed mond was not meant for such traitors as Fernand and Danglars. but remaining so as to be able to hear every word they uttered. though evidently irri tated and annoyed by the interruption." "Well. "Why." continued Caderousse ." replied Caderousse. know in what manner Fernand injured Dantes?" inquired the abbe o f Caderousse. then. besides." La Carconte muttered a few inarticulate words. from her seat on the stairs. "Gaspard. or he might have found it more difficult. Poor Edmond. had not such been the case.but if you tak e my advice you'll hold your tongue. then. when on his deat hbed. Surely. addressing the abbe.

and that was what I was observing to this gentleman just now. for my own part. in a tone that indicated utter indif ference on his part. I said I looked upon it as a sacrile gious profanation to reward treachery. and myself. did you not hear all we said?" inquired Caderousse. "this splendid diamond might all be ou . As he saw the abbe rise from his seat and go towards the door. which I believe myself at liberty to divide eq ually with the four survivors. it would take up too much time. then said. rising and descending to the chamber with a t olerably firm step. perhaps crime. "those two could crush you at a single blow! " "How so?" inquired the abbe. Fernand. not mine. as though to ascertain if his horse were sufficiently refreshed to continue his journey. "Of course not!" rejoined Caderousse quickly." returned the abbe." "Remember. in order that I may execute Edmond's last wishes. You will h ave the goodness to furnish me with the address of both Fernand and Danglars. "Are these persons. "with the addition of an equal division of that pa rt intended for the elder Dantes. I shall do my duty as conscientiously as I can. "no more do I. and contrived to hold it in such a light. and large drops of perspiration rolled from his heated brow." murmured the wife in her turn. "It is a beautiful di amond left by poor Edmond Dantes. and fulf il my promise to the dying man. as he replaced the jewel and its case in the pocket of his cassock." replied the abbe. The jewel is worth at least fifty thousand francs. you see. muttering voice. "No. Caderousse and his wife exchanged looks of deep meaning. "As being the friends Edmond esteemed most faithful and devoted to him. I respect your scruples and admire your sentiments. Pray relate it to me!" Caderousse seemed to reflect for a few moment s. his betrothed bride. "Wife. "There. "It does." "Well. in a low." said the former. Danglars. "come here!" "Diamond!" exclaimed La Carconte." "Oh. "what diamond are you talking about?" "Why. "you are at liberty. that a bright flash of brilliant hues passed before the dazzled gaze of Caderousse. Mercedes. opened it. and the money divided between his father. wife!" cried he in a hoarse voice." So saying."Remember. truly. "The fifth part of the profits from this stone belongs to us then." "And why among us four?" inquired Caderousse. that I do so." The agitation of Caderousse bec ame extreme. wife. just as you please." answered the abbe calmly. my good friend. either to speak or be silent." chimed in La Carconte. My first business will be to dispose of this dia mond. what a magnificent jewel!" cried the astonished woman." "I don't call those friends who betray and ruin you. then. does it not? " asked Caderousse. so let the matter end. so rich and powerful?" "Do you not know their history?" "I do not. to be sold. "it is your fault. the abbe again draw the small box from his pocket.

her body convulsed with chills. she once more climbed the staircase leading to her chambe r. "Well. he prepared to give his whole attention to Caderous se. bo lted and barred it. that is all. "I am all attention. La Carconte then entered her chamber. I wash my hands of t he affair. as he returned to the apartment below. into which she fell as though exhausted. consider well what you are about to do!" "I have both reflected and decided. through your assistance. "we might be interrupted in the most inte resting part of my story. He removed his seat into a co rner of the room. and." "What is that?" inquired the abbe. while the light woul d be fully thrown on the narrator. and her teeth rattling in her head. so much the said the priest. the flooring of which creaked beneath her heavy. as though through the flooring of her chamber she viewed the scene that was ena cting below. to her husband. For my part. for the persons of whom I am about to talk are rich and powerful. surely a man of his holy profession would not deceive us!" "Well. but distribute the legacy according better." said Caderousse. if we chose!" "Do you believe it?" "Why." And he began his story. that you will never let any one know that it was I who supplied them." replied Caderousse. "First." So saying. why. "Enough." was the reply." With these words he went stea lthily to the door. uncertain tread. "say no more about it. with head bent down and hands clasped. and called out. "Gaspard. which would be a pity." "I hope it may be so. "Remember. as he was accustomed to do at night. "do as you like. I will take all th e consequences upon myself. sir. and it is as well that your vis it hither should be made known only to ourselves." have the least desire to learn anything you may simply that if. or rather clinched together." replied La Carconte. exactly opposite to him." answered Caderousse. I could to the wishes of the testator." said the trembling voice of La Carconte." asked the abbe. "Stop a minute. his face flushed with cupidity. if you ever make use of the details I am about to give you. "what have you m ade up your mind to do?" "To tell you all I know. who seated himself on the little stool. she turned round. During this time the ab be had chosen his place for listening at his ease. as sh e proceeded towards her arm-chair. in spite of the intense heat of the weather. where he himself would be in deep shadow. by way of still greater precaution. this is no affair of mine. Arrived at the top stair. "Not because I please to conceal from me." said the abbe. and if they only laid the tips of the . "Why. Chapter 27 The Story. then. in a warning tone. which he closed." answered he. enough!" replied Caderousse. "you must make me a promise. "I certainly think you act wisely in so

never may know. de Villefort. then. however. the whole truth. for he never beheld again the five pers ons I have named to you. "Well. then." replied the abbe. and not a Frenchman . I can see it all before me this moment." "But did you not go up-stairs and try to console the poor old man?" asked the a fingers on me. for my poor dear boy loves me better than anything in the world . for I was anxious that Mercedes should persuade the old man to accompany her. without reserve. but he seemed to dislike se eing me. and up to this point I know all." replied Caderousse." "Begin with his father." "At La Reserve! Oh. "Edmond related to me everything until the moment whe n he was arrested in a small cabaret close to Marseilles. or heard mention of any one of them." said the abbe. `I will not l eave this house. "I will. The next day Mercedes came to implore the protection of M. yes.' was the old man's reply." said the priest. under these circumstances. the perso ns of whom you are about to speak. and what would he think if I did not wait here for him?' I heard all this from the windo w. and not touched food since the previous day. "Dantes himself only k new that which personally concerned him. w hich I have only quitted to fulfil the last wishes of a dying man. and every step he to ok went to my heart as really as if his foot had pressed against my breast. and for myself. and if he gets out of prison he will come and see me the first thing. but the old man would not consent. The old man returned alone to his home. as without h atred. "we cannot console those who will not be console d. I am an Italian. and would not go to bed at all." This positiv e assurance seemed to give Caderousse a little courage." "Was it not his betrothal feast?" "It was and the feast that began so gayly had a very sorrowful ending. I even belie ve I ought to undeceive you as to the friendship which poor Edmond thought so si ncere and unquestionable. besides. and belong to God. having passed a sleepless night." answered the abbe. and he was one of these. "I am a priest. in a fitting m anner. folded up his wedding suit with tears in his eyes. Monsieur Morrel hastened to obtain the particu lars. followed by four soldiers. when she saw him so miserabl e and heart-broken. and they were very sad. sir. Speak. if you please. entered. for the grief of the poor father gave me great uneasiness. besides. tell the truth. my friend. I know not why. shaking his head. sir. she wished him to go with her that she might take care of him. and I shall shortly retire to my convent. I assure you I could not sleep either." "Yes. and confessi ons die in my breast. "Edmond talked to me a g reat deal about the old man for whom he had the deepest love." said Caderousse. I should break to pieces like glass. the last wishes of our friend. I heard his sobs. and I could not resist my desire ." "The history is a sad one. for I was underneath him and heard him walking the whole night. Recollect. however." "Make yourself easy. and went to visit the old man. and Dantes was arrested. and not to man. when Dantes was arrested. she did not obtain it. our only desire is to carry out. and paced up and down his chamber the w hole day. "Ah. "perhaps yo u know all the earlier part of it?" "Yes. `No. for his footsteps over my head night and day did not leave me a moment's repose . a police commissary." "Well. One night." said Caderousse. I do not know.

he said to her. I cannot now repeat to you. for if I were a father and felt such excessive grief as the old man does. I was there. and I never shall forget the old man's smile at this prescription. said then to myself. and so at last old Dantes was lef t all to himself. why you see we leave off after a time seeing person s who are in sorrow.'" The abbe rose from his chair. too. it was more than piety. "Yes. when. and ordered him a limited diet. for I am the oldest. he had admitted Mercedes." said he in a hoarse voice. They both came immediately. At length the poor old fellow reached the end of all he had. and I.`Be assured. and the docto r said it was inflammation of the bowels. but the old man resisted. the old man died. th erefore. he owed three quarter s' rent. of hunger. indeed. and they threatened to turn him out. I am quite happy. and the poor girl. and hate the Jesuits." replied the abbe. and more and more solitary. by his bedside. "And you believe he di ed" -"Of hunger. I know this. "it is very affecting. F rom that time he received all who came. he is dead. who am no canter." . seized a glass of water that was standing by him half-full. sir?" inquired Caderousse. and I am very glad that I have not any children. a horrid event. I went and told M. it is he who is awaiting us. `If you ever see my Edmond again. it was more than grief. and did not find in my memory or heart all he is now saying. -. made two turns round the chamber. my dear daught er. he would not make any answer. and saw him so pale and hag gard. but I guessed what these bund les were. "The stor y interests you. Th e door was closed. and of course shall see him first. This was M. `It is really well. and. "The more so. but his door was closed. because the landlord came into my apartment whe n he left his. "I am as certain of it as that we two are Christians. which was granted to him. "From day to day he lived on go up to him. but when I reached his door he was no longer weeping but prayin g. the old man would not take any sustenance. that believing him very ill. with red eyes a nd pale cheeks. sir. and M." The abbe uttered a kind of groan. and cried so that they were actually frightened. I should throw myself into the sea at once. One day. in spite of her own grief and de spair. but I looked through the keyhole. does it not. all the eloquent words and imploring languag e he made use of. Morrel went away. and instead of expecting him. on the fourth I heard nothing. as it was men's and not God's doing. he begged for another week. I then resolved to go up to him at all risks." The abbe. contrary to his custo m. the doctor had put him on a diet. sir. a nd pressed his trembling hand against his parched throat." said Caderousse. But availing himself of the doct or's order.'" "Poor father!" murmured the priest. at length (after nine day s of despair and fasting). he had an excuse for not eating any more . and I only saw from time to time strangers go up to him and co me down again with some bundle they tried to hide. For the first three days I heard him walking about as usual. and she found him so altered that she was even more anxio us than before to have him taken to her own home. and saying to Mercedes. tell him I die b lessing him. Morrel's wish also . with a shaking hand. M. sir. making a sign to the Catalan t hat he had left his purse on the chimney-piece.' However we ll disposed a person may be. who would fain have conveyed the old man against his consent. Morrel and M ercedes came to see him. although I was certain he was at home. Morrel and then ran on to Mercedes. for I could not be ar it." "Mercedes came again. and that he sold by degrees what he had to pay for his subsistence. but. Mercedes remained. cursing those who had caused his mi sery. swallowed it at one gulp. they make one melancholy. endeavored to console him. "This was. M. Morrel bringing a doctor. and then resumed his seat.

Fe rnand and Danglars. "Nothing. "who told you I was there?" The abbe saw he had overshot the mark. how w ell did you judge men and things!" "What did you please to say. sir. one with a letter. and the father with famine?" "Two men jealous of him. "Oh. the day before the betrothal feast. "you were there yourself." "Next day -." he added in an almos t menacing tone. and very anxious to speak. sir.' I confess I had my fears. w ho are these men who killed the son with despair." . Tell me." "And where was this letter written?" "At La Reserve." "Which of the two denounced him? Which was the real delinquent?" "Both. and perfectly harmless. sir?" asked Caderousse. nothing. sir. and he added quickly. "and remember too." murmured the abbe. I was there. It was cowardly. "if not." "'Twas so. and the other put it in the post. that was all." exclaimed the abbe suddenly. though you were present when Dantes was arrested. "I was there." "And did you not remonstrate against such infamy?" asked the day." "But. yet you said nothing. I confess. true!" said Caderousse in a choking voice. then -.'twas so. "they had made me drink to such an excess that I nea rly lost all perception. you must have seen plain enough what they had been doing. and if they find this letter upon him." "I!" said Caderousse." replied the priest. you were an accomplice. but they both as sured me that it was a jest they were carrying on." "I understand -." "Yes. -. and Fernand who put it in the post. astonished." "It was Danglars who wrote the denunciation with his left hand."Tell me of those men. I said all that a man in such a state could say." replied Caderousse. but in order to have known everything so well. therefore. you must have been an eye-witness. in the state in which politi cs then were. I had only an indistinct understanding of what was pass ing around me." "How was this jealousy manifested? Speak on. and I held my tongue." said the allowed matters to take their course. "you have promised to tell me everything. sir. "go on." "Sir."No one. but Danglars restrained me." "They denounced Edmond as a Bonapartist agent. one from love. `If he should really be guilty. if he is really charged with a letter for the Bonapartist committee at P aris. `and did really put in to the Island o f Elba. Faria.' said he. -. that his writin g might not be recognized. those who have supported him will p ass for his accomplices. Faria. and the other from ambition. then." "True. but it was not c riminal.

" answered Caderousse. he has a daughter. "You have two or three times mentioned a M. as I have already said. I swear to you. Edmond is dead. Morrel is utterly ruined. and so I always say to La Carconte." replied Caderousse." continued Caderousse. as he had li ved." "He did not know. he has lost five ships in two years." "And what part did he play in this sad drama?" inquired the abbe. he left his purse on the mantelpiece." said he. "Yes." There was a brief silence. that on the second restoration he was persecuted as a Bona partist. "you have spoken unreservedly. and his only hope now is in that very Pharaon whi ch poor Dantes commanded." said the abbe. with which they paid the old man's debts."Yes." "And. "He is reduced almost to the last extremity -. `Hold your tongue. and the night or two before his death. and then resumed his seat. Ten times. he is a ruined man . happy. he came to see Dantes' father." he said. implored. when she complains." asked the abbe. If this ship founders. "Yes. and offered to receive him in his own house. but whose family now will n . Morrel . Morrel still alive?" "Yes. Twenty times he in terceded for Edmond.'" And Caderousse bowed his head with every sign of real repentance. without doing harm to any one. I am expiating a moment of selfishness. woman. I ofte n ask pardon of God. "so it is." "Unfortunately. a fter having acquired a most honorable name in the trade of Marseilles. "he should be rich." replied the abbe. and thus to accuse y ourself is to deserve pardon. "But he knows it all now. and which is expected from the Indies with a cargo of cochineal and indigo. made of red silk. "Well. he is almost at the point o f dishonor. as I told you. he wrote." "How?" "Yes. threatened. who through everything has behaved like an angel. and so energetically. he has a wife. "and remorse preys on me night and day. the abbe rose and paced up and down pensivel y. full of courage and real regard. sir." said the abbe. like the others. "they say the dead know ever ything.a large one. is no doubt the cause of m y abject condition. M. When the emperor returned. "What! M. who was about to marry the man she loved.nay. "who was he?" "The owner of the Pharaon and patron of Dantes. I have the purse still by me -. Morrel unhappy?" exclaimed the abbe. and has not pardoned me. "The part of an honest man." interrupted Caderousse. has suffered by the ban kruptcy of three large houses. happy as myself." Caderousse smiled bitterly. "is M. and so Edmond's father died. the only one with whic h I have seriously to reproach myself in all my life. sir." "And has the unfortunate man wife or children?" inquired the abbe. it is the will of God. because this action. after five and twenty years of labor. "In that case. and buried him decently.

having first married his banker's daughter. "And it is thus heaven recompenses virtue. all this. the instigator. If he were alone in the world he would blow out his brai ns. and tre bled or quadrupled his capital. as cashier into a Spanish bank . as you may suppose." "And Fernand?" "Fernand? Why. on the recomme ndation of M. while honest men have been reduced to misery. a Madame de Narg onne. sir -. He is a millionaire. he has." "How is that?" "Because their deeds have brought them good fortune. and." "Ah!" said the abbe. and was taken." "But how could a poor Catalan fisher-boy. by what visible steps has he attained this high fortune or high pos ition?" "Both. onl y augments his sorrows. instead of lessening.he has both fortune and position -. and therefore the most guilty?" "What has become of him? Why. while Fernand an d Danglars are rolling in wealth. Morrel. There must have been in his life some strange secret that no one knows. he has married a second time. but as I was older than Fernand. who is in high favor a t court." "Horrible!" ejaculated the priest. who left him a widower. de Servieux. Some days before the re turn of the emperor." "But. besides. a special levy was made. During the war with Spain he was employed in the commissariat of the French ar my." "And it has staggered everybody. I. and they have made him a baron. I went too.ot allow him to wed the daughter of a ruined man. "You see. he left Marseilles. six footmen in his ante-chamber.walls have ears but no tongue. and made a fortune. a lieu tenant in the army. make a fortune? I confess this staggers me. and you will understand. with a fine residence in the Rue de Mont-Blanc. I was only sent to the coast. but if a large fortune produces happiness. then with that money he speculated in the funds. I shall die of hunger. Fernand was enrolled in the act . wi th my poor wife dying of fever before my very eyes. without education or resources. a son. The Bourbons left him quietly enough a t the Catalans. the king's chamberlain. then. sir. much the same story. but Napoleon returned. and Fernand was compelled to join. and had just mar ried my poor wife. daughter of M. a widow.both." "This must be impossible!" "It would seem so." "Happy? Who can answer for that? Happiness or unhappiness is the secret known b ut to one's self and the walls -. and now he is the Baron Danglars. Danglars is happy. in a peculiar tone. Fernand was drafted. and I know not how many million s in his strongbox." "What has become of Danglars. and. as old Dantes did. with ten horses in his stables." added Caderousse. and I unable to do anything in the world for her. who never did a bad action but that I have told you of -. but listen. who did not know his in destitution. and there would be an end. "he is happy.

rendered such serv ices in this brief campaign that. guided his regiment by paths known to himself alone through the mo untain gorges which were held by the royalists.they tell me that she has disappeared?" "Disappeared. after the taking of Trocadero. and whom she regarded as her brother. all eyes were turned towards Athens -. "Yes. no companionship save that of an old man who was dying with despair. he said. with an ironical smile. Greece only had risen against Turkey. still having his name kept on the army roll. The war with Spain being ended. in fact. In the midst of her despair.No. and received the title of count and the cross of an officer of the Legion of Honor. Fernand was a Spaniard. Fernand agreed to do so. and bei ng sent to Spain to ascertain the feeling of his fellow-countrymen." "Has she made a fortune also?" inquired the abbe. gave countenance to volunteer assistance. The French government." said the abbe. Ru e du Helder. "And Mercedes was the fashion to pity and support the Greeks. then. a new affliction overtook her. and.inquired the abbe. as you know. Paris. whose crime she did not k now." "Destiny! destiny!" murmured the abbe. Fernand would have been c ourt-martialed if Napoleon had remained on the throne. when he was gazetted lieutenant-general. But I have seen things so extraordinary. went to the frontier with his regiment. "he owns a magnificent house -. deserted his post. was accorded to him. who is in the highest favor. He proposed to Fernand to accompany him. an d as the protection of the general." continued Caderousse. He returned to France with the epaulet of sub-lieutenant. I have told you of her attempts to propitiate M.of Fernand. "Go on. received promises and made pledges on his own part. won over the support of the royal ists at the capital and in the provinces. Fernand sought and obtained leave to g o and serve in Greece. got on very intimate terms with him. de Villefort. Some time af ter. ma king an effort at self-control. but listen: this was not all. and was at the battle of Lign y. This was the departure of Fernand -. hesitated for a moment. he was made col onel. as the sun disappears. "Mercedes is at this moment one of the greatest ladies in Paris. and followed the general. Ali Pasha was killed." said Caderousse. and had begun her war of independence . and Mercedes remained a lone. but his action was reward ed by the news of Edmond. at the time when Danglars made his early speculations. he was a captain in 1823. One . her devo tion to the elder Dantes. with which he returned to France. but before he died he recompensed the services of Fernand by leaving him a considerable sum. found Dangla rs there. Fernand's c areer was checked by the long peace which seemed likely to endure throughout Eur ope. as you know.that is to say.ive troop. "it seems as if I were listening to the story of a drea m. that what you tell me seems less ast onishing than it otherwise might. to rise the next d ay with still more splendor. "yes." "So that now?" -. 27." replied Cader ousse. "So that now. Fernand went. during the Spanish war -. Three months passed and still she wept -. it was stated that the Comte de Morcerf (this was the name he bore) had ent ered the service of Ali Pasha with the rank of instructor-general. without protecting them openly." "Mercedes was at first in the deepest despair at the blow which deprived her of Edmond. no news of Fe rnand. The night after that battle he was sentry at the door of a general who carrie d on a secret correspondence with the enemy. That same night the general was to go over to the English." The abbe opened his mouth.

Ferna nd. wher e. It was n ot the one she wished for most. and th en. and yet" -." "But." replied Caderousse. Besides. during the Spanish war." continued the abbe. "she must ha ve received an education herself. she was attending to the education of her son. she is rich." continued Caderousse. that other was absent. if he were not ." The abbe started. she returned to her home more depressed than ever. at Perpignan." continued Caderousse. "little Albert. There were too many unpleasant possibilities associated with the Catalans. it must be c onfessed.for I saw at this time he was in con stant dread of Edmond's return -. Anoth er possessed all Mercedes' heart. she did this in order to distract her mind. S uddenly she heard a step she knew. and she only filled her head in order to allevi ate the weight on her heart." said the abbe. She learned drawing. I believe.every thing. had disappeared. Me rcedes. then. music -. came now in full force upon her mind. I understood from Edmond that she was the daug hter of a simple fisherman. and when he learned of the old man's death he returned. Fernand saw this. more happy." "Did you ever see Mercedes again?" inquired the priest." murmured the priest. perhap s was dead. as I have told you. after a day of accustomed vigil at the angle of two roads leading to Ma rseilles from the Catalans. Mercedes seized Fernand's hands with a transport which he took for love. "but although in the eyes o f the world she appeared calm. "that makes eighteen months in a ll. At this last thought Mercedes burst into a flood of tears. had not become the wife of another. Mercedes begged for six months more in which to await and mourn for Edmond. "did he know so little of his lovely betrothed? Merce des might have been a queen. where Fernand had left her. between ourselves. that she might forget." "Well. which she had always repelled before when it was suggested to her by another. . Mercedes was married. But now her position in life is assured.evening. "the marriage took place in the church of Accoules. He was now a lieutenant. the betrothal had been celebrated with him whom she m ight have known she still loved had she looked to the bottom of her heart." "So that. beautiful but uneducated. "Her son?" said he. at the second he reminded her that he loved h er. and to depart himself. What more could the most devoted lover desire?" Then he murmured the words o f the English poet. the door opened. she nearly fainted as she passed La Reserve. "Yes. dressed in the uniform of a sub-lieutenant. "there was only a change of bride-grooms. a cou ntess. he would return to us.Fernand was very anxious to get his wife away. to be able to instruct her child. Fernand's fortune was already waxing great. thy name is woman. "Yes. and eight days after the wedding they left Marseilles. for he would have been th ere to reproach her infidelity. perchance. and she developed with his growing fortune. and Fernand. and wrung her hands in agony." proceeded Caderousse. turned anxiously around. after long hours of solitary sorrow. eighteen months before." replied Caderousse." "Oh. "no doubt fortune and honors have comforted her. and seei ng at last a friend. but it seemed as if a part of her past life had returned to her. sir. "`Frailty. but the thought." "The very church in which she was to have married Edmond. if the crown were to be placed on the heads of the loveliest and most intelligent. with a bitter smile.Caderousse paused. stood before her.'" "Six months afterwards.he was only not precisely loved. `Our Edmond is dead.' The old man died. Fernand had never been hated -. And then. old Dantes incessantly said to her. too. but not more at his ease -. had he lived. but which was only joy at being no longer alone in the world. At his first coming he had no t said a word of love to Mercedes.

and with the other wi ping away the perspiration which bedewed his brow. round which were two copper runners t hat had once been gilt. more and more astonished. and gav e the abbe a long purse of faded red silk. the abbe took the diamond f rom his pocket. The abbe took it." Caderousse. said. take thi s diamond. for me only?" cried Caderousse. and the share he had in Edmond's misfortun es?" "No." "Do you not know what became of him. and forgotten. when I found myself utterly destitute. sir. who would not even receive me. and giving it to Caderousse. Take the diamond. and saw Mercedes. my friend. and in return gave Caderousse the diam ond. "give me the red silk purse that M." said Caderousse. Morrel left on old Da ntes' chimney-piece. as you see." contained five and twenty louis." Caderousse. and sell it. I did not know him. sir. I only. and thus it cannot be divided."Here." "You are mistaken. but in exchange -. no doubt he has been as lucky as the rest. .a proof!" As he spoke."And yet what?" asked the abbe. "ah. sir. he never was a friend of mine." "I know what happiness and what despair are. have remained poor. it is yours. -. withdrew his hand. but Madame de Morcerf saw me. I thought my old friends would. and I repeat my wish that this sum may suffice to r elease you from your wretchedness. I am sure. "Oh. So I went to Danglars." replied the abbe. do not make a je st of the happiness or despair of a man. as high in station as Fernand. he married Mademoiselle de Saint-Meran. and I had nothing to as k of him. then. who touched the diamond." said Caderousse. pe rhaps. who at once shut the blind. "In ex change." "What. and which you tell me is still in your hands. opened it. Edmond had one friend only. "God may seem sometimes to for get for a time. I raised my head quickly. went toward a large oaken cupboard. wretched." "How was that?" "As I went away a purse fell at my feet -. who sent me a hundred francs by his valet-de-chambre. she is not happy. de Villefort?" asked the abbe. my friend. and I never make a jest of such fe elings. I called on Fernand. putting out one hand timidly. Take it. I only know that some time after Edmond's arrest. -. but there always comes a moment when he remembers -.and behold -. no doubt he is as rich as Danglars. do not jest with me!" "This diamond was to have been shared among his friends. "What makes you believe this?" "Why. The abbe smiled. then. assist me." he continued. and soon after left Marseilles." "Oh. it is worth fifty thousand francs." "And M. while his justice reposes. "Yet." "Then you did not see either of them?" "No.

"Sir. "all you have told me is perfectly true." said the abbe to himself. "False! Why should that man give me a false diamond?" "To get your secret without paying for it. who kept uttering his loud fa rewells. took h is hat and gloves. I have come." and Caderousse left the house in haste. and as the r ecording angel will tell it to the ear of God at the day of the last judgment!" "'Tis well. and may this money profit you! Adieu. nothing more true! See. in a gloomy voice. "we will soon find out. "Suppose it's false?" Caderousse started and turned pale. "you would have done. expr ess from Rome. "I know very well that during the last four or five y . and I shall be back in two hours. he saw behind him La Carconte." The abbe with difficulty got away fr om the enthusiastic thanks of Caderousse. and we are a little uneasy at reports that hav e reached us that the firm is on the brink of ruin. therefore. "I am chief clerk of the house of Thomso n & French." "See. half bew ildered with joy." "Sir. and have been these ten years. "Oh!" he said. having the appearance and accent of an Englishman. and I may believe it in every particular. and then said. "Is. "'Tis well. opened the door himself. my faith as a Christian. presented himself before t he mayor of Marseilles. I have told everything to you as it occurred. nankeen trousers. then. and I will swear upon it with my hand on the crucifix. "What? That he has given the diamond to us only?" inquired Caderousse." The abbe rose. The day after that in which the scene we have just described had taken place on the road between Bellegarde and Beaucaire. open this book. "yes.h ere on this shelf is my wife's testament. We have a hundred thousand francs or therea bouts loaned on their securities. and a white waistcoa t. We are. "Fifty thousand francs!" mutte red La Carconte when left alone. I will swear to you by my soul's salvation. and I will show it to them." Chapter 28 The Prison Register. "for no one knew that Edmond had given you this diamond."Oh." cried Caderousse." said he. When Caderous se turned around. convinced by his manner and tone that Caderousse sp oke the truth. and then returned by the road he had travelled in coming. sir." replied Caderousse. connected with the h ouse of Morrel & Son. and ran rapidly in the direc tion opposite to that which the priest had taken. I go far from m en who thus so bitterly injure each other. there are always jewellers from Paris there. of Rome. which he placed on the red handkerchief tied round his head. "it is a large sum of money. "in this corner is a crucifix in holy wood -. to ask you for information. you blockhead!" Caderousse remained for a moment aghast under the weight of such an idea. once more saluted the innkeeper. dressed in a bright blue frock coat. you are a man of God. the fair is on at Beaucaire. Look after the house. all that I have heard really true?" she inquired. got out and m ounted his horse. the n. sir." "In what way?" "Why. and you might have kept it." said the abbe. a man of about thirty or two and thi rty." he said. of Marseilles." "Which. taking up his hat. here it is. but it is not a fo rtune. wife. "Well. paler and trembling more than e ver." replied the mayor. "False!" he muttered." The woman gazed at it a moment.

in all probability."From which it w ould appear. de Boville despairingly. and the other half on the 15th of next month. absorbed in the thought which occupied him at the moment. As to M. Our house. half on the 15th of th is month. -. on perceiving h im. I believe. sir. as mayor. that it was evident all the faculties of his mind." added the Englishman with a l augh. he would be wholly unable to make this payment. I will buy it of you!" "You?" "Yes. to give any informatio n as to the state of his finances. and you see before you a man in despair. de Boville feared to lose. he has. 15. "your fears are unfor tunately but too well founded. The Englishman appeared to reflect a moment. de Boville's countenance. if you wish to learn more. that this credit inspires you with considerable apprehension?" "To tell you the truth. did not allow either his memory or his imagination to stray to the past. which might have been twice the sum M. Ask of me. "this looks very much like a suspension of payment.ears misfortune has seemed to pursue M. what is my opinion of M. proceeding with a characteristic British stride towards the street menti oned. I consider it lost. and the Englishman. No. made his bow and wen t away. he was in such a state of despair. Rue de Nouailles. and these two hundred thousand francs were payable. I ought to tell you that. M. as this is a greater amount than mine. 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. de Bov ille. yet he made an effort at self-control."Sir. addressed him in terms nearly similar to those with which he had accosted th e mayor of Marseilles. Morrel. -. for two hundred thousand francs." "And you will pay" -"Ready money. I!" "But at a tremendous discount. de Boville was in his private room. of course?" "No. I had tw o hundred thousand francs placed in the hands of Morrel & Son. with the coolness of his nati on. you will not r ealize six per cent of this sum. made a gesture of surprise. the Pharaon. these two hundred thousand francs were the dowry of my daughter. He has lost four or five vessels ." . you will most probably find him better informed than myself. I had informed M." And the Englishman drew from his pocket a bundle of bank-notes. and who has up to this time fulfilled every engagement with scrupulous punctuality. " "It looks more like bankruptcy!" exclaimed M. which seemed to indicate that it was not the fir st time he had been in his presence." exclaimed M. and then said." "But. "Oh. Morrel. although I a m a creditor myself to the amount of ten thousand francs. This is all I can say. but it is not for me. and said. did not come into port on the 15th. and if there be any grounds for appr ehension." The Englishman seemed to appreciate this extreme delicacy. and suffered by three or four bankruptcies. the inspector of prisons. then." "Well. sir." said the Englishman. who was to be married in a fortn ight. de Boville. address yourself to M. A ray of joy p assed across M. two hundred thousand francs in Morrel's hands. and I shall say that he is a man honorable to the last degree. The Englishman. de Boville. "does not do things in that way. sir.

because the poor devil's death was accompanied by a singular incident. "Oh dear.five per cent. but what sort of madness was it?" "He pretended to know of an immense treasure. "I am like my house.three -." "Very possibly. and offered vast sums to the gove rnment if they would liberate him. who disappeared suddenly. de Boville." cried M. or even more? Whatever you say.and he is dead?" "Yes. is." "You have a good memory. will you have two -." "So they said." "I recollect this. five or six months ago -. and I s hould like to learn some particulars of his death." replied the Englishman. to recollect dates so well." "What was his name?" "The Abbe Faria. and do not do suc h things -. sir. "The commission is us ually one and a half." "Poor devil! -. They have. "that is the affair of the house of Thomson & French. sir. sir. which a close observer would have been astonished at discovering in his phlegma tic countenance. But all I know. sir." "Name it." "You are the inspector of prisons?" "I have been so these fourteen years. I was educated at home by a poor devil of an abbe. I beg." "Well. yes. some motive to serve in hastening the ruin of a rival firm." "May I ask what that was?" said the Englishman with an expression of curiosity." "You keep the registers of entries and departures?" "I do." replied the Englishman. sir. decidedly."That's no affair of mine." cried M. the commission I ask is quite different." "Sir. sir. de Boville. in whose name I act. that is perfectly just." "To these registers there are added notes relative to the prisoners?" "There are special reports on every prisoner. perhaps. that I am ready to hand you over this sum in exchange for your assignment of the debt. the abbe's dungeon was forty or fifty feet distant from tha . he was. laughing." "Oh. I recollect him perfectly. "he was crazy." "Of course. I only ask a February. I have since learned that he was confined in the Chateau d'If." "Oh. of those who had contributed the most to the return of the usurper in 1815. fortunately . "I myself had occasion to see this man in 1816 or 1817. with an intention of escape?" "No doubt." "This tunnel was dug." "For the dead man. sir. and he conveyed the dead man into his own cell. no doubt. and. this Dantes saw a means of accelerating his escape." "Indeed!" said the Englishman. or made them. after fastening a thirty-six pound cannon-ball to their feet." continued the inspector of prisons. they fastened a thirty-six pound ball to his feet. and they simply throw the dead into the sea. and we could only go into his dungeon with a file of soldiers. and died. and one that showed some courage." "How was that?" "How? Do you not comprehend?" "No. by his own act disembarrassed the government of the fears it had on his accoun t. I shall never forget his countenance!" The Englishm an smiled imperceptibly. and threw him into th e sea. "Yes. but unfortunately for the prisoners." observed the Englishman as if he were slow of comprehension." "It was a bold step.t of one of Bonaparte's emissaries." "The Chateau d'If has no cemetery. yes." "That must have cut short the projects of escape. sir. took his place in the sack in which they had sewed up the corpse. -." replied M. "As I have already told you. "You may imagine the amazement . he was a very dangerous man." he interposed. "that the two dungeons" -"Were separated by a distance of fifty feet. and awaited the moment of inter ment. He. de Boville." replied M. "Yes. "but not for the survivor. t hought that prisoners who died in the Chateau d'If were interred in an ordinary burial-ground." "Well. that this Edmond Dantes had procured tools. no doubt." "Really!" exclaimed the Englishman. for they found a tunnel through which the prisoners held communicati on with one another. but it appears that this Edmond Da ntes" -"This dangerous man's name was" -"Edmond Dantes." remarked the Englishman . sir. de Boville. the Abbe Faria had an attack of catalepsy. on t he contrary. That man m ade a deep impression on me. "And you say. It appears. -. "Well.a very resolute and very dangerous man .

and began to read his new spaper. each register h ad its number." "So that the governor got rid of the dangerous and the crazy prisoner at the sa me time?" "Precisely." And he s houted with laughter. and I will show it to you. He folded up the accusation quietly. -. you wish to see all relating to the poor abbe. indeed. Everything was here arranged in perfect order. Dantes' relations." "Yes. yes." replied De Boville. if he ha d any."no matter. I can fancy it. and they may have the fact attested whenever they please.the accusation. might have some interest in knowing if he were dead or alive. read the examination. "at the end of his teeth. each file of papers its place. and placed before him the register and docume nts relative to the Chateau d'If." "But some official document was drawn up as to this affair. if there were anything to inherit from him." said the Englishman." "Go into my study here. Morrel's petition. too. the mortuary deposition. who reall y was gentleness itself. it really seems to me very cu rious." "And so." "So be it. giving him all the time he desired for the exa mination. while De Boville seated himself in a corner. examination. and saw that the name of Noirtier was not mentioned in it. 1815. M. in supreme good-humor at the certainty of reco vering his two hundred thousand francs. by the deputy procureur's advice." And they both entered M. exaggerated with the best intentio . The inspector begged the Englishma n to seat himself in an arm-chair." "Yes. sir. but he laughed as the Engl ish do. There he found everything ar ranged in due order." "Oh. -." "No matter. I suppose?" inquire d the Englishman. Excuse me. and no mistake about it. The Englishman easily found the entries relative to the Abbe Faria. this story has diverted our attention from them. de Vi llefort's marginal notes. He is dead. So.of the fugitive when he found himself flung headlong over the rocks! I should li ke to have seen his face at that moment. the application dated 10th April. perused. for after having perused the first documents he turned over the leaves until he reached the deposition respecting Edmond Dantes. de Boville's study. you will much oblige me. and he laughed too. but it seemed that the history which the inspector had related interested him greatl y." said the Englishman." "Excuse you for what? For the story? By no means." continued the Englishman who first gained his composure. "he was drow ned?" "Unquestionably." "That would have been difficult." "True. "So can I. and put it as qui etly in his pocket. "Yes. "But to return to these registers. they may do so with e asy conscience." "So that now. in wh ich Morrel. You understand. yes.

closing the register with a slam. had seated himself in a corner. de Boville. and had remained with him in spite of the efforts of his friends to induce him to withdraw. the inspector. but who had. busy clerks hurrying to and fro in the long corridor s -. An inveterate Bonapartist.ns (for Napoleon was then on the throne) the services Dantes had rendered to the imperial cause -. "I have all I want . kept back by Villefort." But it must be said that if he had seen it. 27th Feb." He rose. while the Englishman counted out the b ank-notes on the other side of the desk. "Marseilles. and of happiness t hat permeates a flourishing and prosperous business establishment -. Chapter 29 The House of Morrel & Son.M. from the remarks we have quoted." said the latter. under the second restoration. and that he might not disturb the Abbe Faria's pupil in his researches. would have f ound a great change. from discretion. and wa s reading Le Drapeau Blanc. took an active part in the return from the Island of Elba. "Thanks. and quickly drew up the required assignment. and had returned at this date. Beneath these lines was written in another hand: "See note above -. This petition to Napoleon. who took it without ceremony. and which had the postmark. Any one who had quitted Marseilles a few years previously. who was in love with M. and to be closely watched and guarde d. He did not see the Englishman fold up and place in h is pocket the accusation written by Danglars under the arbor of La Reserve. placed in a bracket against his name: -Edmond Dantes. and I will hand you over the mo ney. P." or "Cock-eye.that is to say. a terrible weapon against h im in the hands of the king's attorney. delivery 6 o'clock. had become. now it is for me to perform my promise. He was no longer astonished when he sear ched on to find in the register this note. a nd which had so completely replaced his real name that he would not.instead of merry faces at the windows. One was a young man of three or f our and twenty.. the other was an old one-eyed cashier. Instead of that air of life. Give me a simple assignment of your de bt. but two remained. called "Cocles. that h e would not have opposed whatever the Englishman might do. well acquainted with the interior of Morrel's warehouse. however irregular it might be. in all prob . the Englishman understood that it might have been added by some inspector who had taken a momentary intere st in Dantes' situation. re-echoing with the cries and the jokes of porters. Then he saw through the whole thing. was in Villefort' s handwriting.instead of the court filled with bales of goods. acknowledge therein the receipt of the cash. Out of all the numerous clerks that used to fill the deserted co rridor and the empty office. found it impossible to give any effect to the interest he had felt. gave his seat to M. Morrel's daughter. of comfort. As we have said." He compared the writing in the bracket with the writing of the certif icate placed beneath Morrel's petition. To be kept in strict solitary confinement. one would have immediately perceived all aspect of sad ness and gloom. and so much importance to his two hundred thousand which Villefort's certificates rendered indispensabl e. As to the note which accompanied this.nothing can be done." a nickname given h im by the young men who used to throng this vast now almost deserted bee-hive. and discovered that the note in the brac ket was the same writing as the certificate -. he attached so little importance to this s crap of paper.

came fro m Calcutta. and to meet the one hundred thousand francs due on the 10th of the present month. he went to the Beaucai re fair to sell his wife's and daughter's jewels and a portion of his plate. de Boville. He was. Morrel's service. Cocles had detected an overbal ance of fourteen sous in his cash. d evoted. is he not. Morrel. Morrel had passed many an anxious hou r. the last month's payment h ad been made with the most scrupulous exactitude. Everythin g was as we have said. On the staircase they met a beautiful girl of sixteen or seventeen. Mor rel had. Cocles had se en them go without thinking of inquiring the cause of their departure. Morrel's. and during twenty yea rs he had always seen all payments made with such exactitude. Morrel's apartmen t. and a most singular change had taken pl ace in his position. M. on the contrary. but the stranger declared that he had nothing to say to M. who looked with anxiety at the stranger . a nd. questioned the new-comer." Cocles went away perfectly happy. Cocles was the only one unmoved. By this means the end of the month was passed. for this eulogium of M. "Yes. But since the end of the month M. have replied to any one who addressed him by it. from a firm conviction. Coc . Nothing had as yet occurred to shake Cocles' belief. I think so. patient. that it seemed as impossible to him that the house should stop payment. owing to the reports afloat. Morrel. who. even against M. But this did not arise from a want o f affection. fearing lest the report of his distress should get bruited abroad at Marseil les when he was known to be reduced to such an extremity. in reality. as it would to a miller th at the river that had so long turned his mill should cease to flow. for every new face might be that of a new credito r. of whose departure h e had learnt from a vessel which had weighed anchor at the same time. the day after his interview with M. however. and strong in t he multiplication-table. saying: -"Thanks. wishing to spare his employer the pain of this interview. the only point on which he would have stood firm against the world. In the midst of the disasters that befell the house. himself the p earl of the honest men of Marseilles. Cocles remained in M. "Go and see. was no longer to be had. and the stranger followed him. like the Pharaon. Cocles went first. no hope but the return of the Pharaon. The young man. the confidential clerk of the house of Thomson & French of Rome. In order to meet the payments then due. but his resources were now exhausted .ability. and that his busin ess was with M. and s unk to the rank of a servant. Credit. while no intelligence had been received of the Pharaon. Morrel. at least. so all the num erous clerks had by degrees deserted the office and the warehouse. and the same evening he had brought them to M . come in anxiety to question the head of the house. Like the rats that one by one forsake the doomed ship even before the vessel weighs anchor." said the young girl hesitatingly. But this vessel which. Morrel in person. a question of arithmetic to Cocles. and which had already arrived in harbor. presented himself at M. you are the pearl of cashiers. Cocles. "M. he had collected all his resources. Cocles a ppeared. Morrel is in his room. Emmanuel sighed. Such was the state of affairs when. and summoned Cocles. Mademoiselle Julie?" said the cashier. and the one hu ndred thousand francs due on the 15th of the next month to M. flattered him more than a present of fifty crowns. threw them into an almost empty drawer. no matter what schem e or what trap was laid to catch him. which he had at his fingers' ends. but inflexible on the subject of arithmetic. de Bovi lle. Emmanuel. and the young man bade him conduct the stranger to M. had been in for a fortnight. Emmanuel received him. good. the same Cocles. with a melancholy smile. this young man was alarmed by the appearance of every new face. he had at the same time risen to the rank of cashier.

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

"a straightforward answer should b e given. sir. he has informed me of the arrival of this shi p. I fear I shall be forced to suspend payment. only correspondents." "And it is not yours?" "No. in hopes of being the first to announce good news to me." "It is true." "I know it." "I know that. "But as a man of honor should answer ano ther. a vessel was coming into port. my vessel arrives safely." said he.completely ruined!" "As I was on my way here. "up to this time -. if. shall you pay these with the same punctuality?" Morrel shu ddered." At this almost brutal speech Morre l turned deathly pale. in all. 287. "one has no friends."No.the poor man's eyes filled with tears. and thi s last resource be gone" -." "So that if this fail" -"I am ruined. she is a Bordeaux vessel." replied the Englishman. -. sir. Yes. she comes from India also. but if the Pharaon should be lost. and brings you some tidings of her?" . "Two hundred and eighty-seven thou sand five hundred francs. "if this last resource fail you?" "Well. but." "Have you no friends who could assist you?" Morrel smiled mournfully. after a moment' s silence. as I hope." "Perhaps she has spoken the Pharaon. and looked at the man." "The last?" "The last. sir.and it is now more th an four-and-twenty years since I received the direction of this house from my fa ther. "To questions frankly put." continued he. who spoke with more assurance than he had hithert o shown." said the other. "I will not." repeated he. "In busin ess. "conceal from you." returned Morrel." It is impossible to describe what Morrel suffered during this enumeration. who had himself conducted it for five and thirty years -." "But one. amounting to nearly 55. "it is a cruel thing to be forced to say.500 francs." said he. but she i s not mine.never has anythi ng bearing the signature of Morrel & Son been dishonored. passes a part of his time in a belvidere at the top of the house. "Yes. La Gironde. have deprived me." replied the Englishman. tell me fairly." murmured the Englishman. who still adheres to my fallen fortunes." said he. I must habituate myself to shame. that while your probity and exactitude up to this moment are universally acknowledged. of which I ha ve been the victim.000 francs. for its arri val will again procure me the credit which the numerous accidents. "then you have but one hope. yet the report is current in Marseilles tha t you are not able to meet your liabilities. I shall pay. already used to misfortune. I have for the end of the month these bills which have been assigned to us by the house of Pascal. a young man. "Sir. and the house of Wild & Turner of Marseilles. "Well.

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

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

then. you fel lows there?" A general murmur of approbation showed that the narrator had faithf ully detailed their misfortunes and sufferings. the mor e so. we'll wait f or you. fortunately he recovered." said M. and took us all on board. Ten minutes after she pitched forward. that the ship was sinking under us. she perceived us. then the oth er way." Th ese last words produced a prodigious effect on the seaman. but still more to his life. on the honor of a sailor. as quick as yo u can." said M. "As for that. he did not descend. It was the will of God that this should happen. M." "Well. and if you can find another employer. is not it true. he would not quit the vessel . and exchanged a few words with them." "I have no money to build ships with. "you send us away. don't let us talk of that. or rather. we wer e three days without anything to eat or drink. but times are changed. "I should have said. thanks!" cried Morrel gratefully. and therefore I do not want any sailors." said he. To the boats. Penelon. "I am not angry. no. three months. M. for just as I jumped the deck burst with a noise like th e broadside of a man-of-war. "Cocles. "as for that" -"As for what?" "The money. when we saw La Gironde. that's the whole truth." said Morrel." Penelon turned to his companions. my lads." said the poor owner mournfully. and then I jumped after him. "Well. you are then angry with us!" "No. a sailor is attached to hi s ship." . "well. then. It was time." "Yes. Morrel." "No more ships!" returned Penelon.' We soon launched the boat. Morrel. and seemed to say. again turning his quid. and then good-by to the Pharaon. There now. and threw him into the boat. pay two hundred francs to each of these good fellows. M. we made signals of di stress. As for us. two hundred francs over as a present. but we will talk of it. "A t another time. and the little money that remai ns to me is not my own. spun round and round. `Get along -.take it. besides. you are free to do so. so I took him round the waist. "I know there was no one in fault but destiny. Morrel." continued Penelon. and all eight of us got into it. so we did not wait to be told twice.' Now. M orrel. Give them. enter his the ship. M." "Well" -"Well. The cap tain descended last. Penelon nearly swallo wed his quid. we all say that fifty francs will be enough for us at present. "you see. made for us. blessed be his name. M." "Thanks. well. "What. but I have no more ships. Morrel. and that we will wait for the rest. "so I cannot accept your kind offer. so that we began to think of draw ing lots who should feed the rest. and I do not sen d you away. quite the contrary. my friends. let us now save ourselves. What wages ar e due to you?" "Oh. "take it yourselves. Morrel!" said he in a low voic e. you'll build some." added be. Morrel." said Penelon.

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

and I have great hopes that heaven will reward you by giving you Emma nuel for a husband. and." Chapter 30 The Fifth of September." returned Julie. he must be a rui ned man. The bills signed by Morrel were presented at his office with scrupulous exactitude. as well as the debt due to the inspector of prisons. Adieu.000 francs of M. and. and not friends. and none of the banks woul d give him credit. mademoiselle. therefore. and Morrel made extraordinary efforts to get in all his resources. for which. and continued to descend. de Boville. In the court he found P enelon."Yes. Still confidence was not restored to all minds. and was even in request. "I wish to speak to you. returned to the family. Morrel. Formerly his paper. Emmanuel. The month pas sed."We had better help a man who owes us nearl y 300. seemed unable to make up his mind to retain them. and his dau ghter all that had occurred. "Do you promise?" "I swear to you I will. The stranger waved his hand. and as in that city he had had no intercourse but with the m ayor. it was impossible for him to remain solvent. whether through envy or stupidity. or two days after his visit to Morrel. as they reached him.000 francs at the end of three months than hasten his ruin. 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. Mor rel now tried to negotiate bills at ninety days only. "Come with me. the day after. under the reverses which had su ccessively weighed down Morrel. if not of tranquillity. in business he had correspondents. thanks t o the delay granted by the Englishman. at the moment when Morrel expected it least. blushed like a rose.500 francs of bills. The opinion of all the commercial men was that. however. As to the sailors of the Pharaon." Julie uttered a faint cry. they . he cancelled a ll his obligations with his usual punctuality. as he had said. The same day he told his wife. sweet girl you are a t present. Cocles thus remained in his accustomed tranquillity. he had disappeared." "It is well.000 francs. and some even came to a contrary decision. with a rouleau of a hundred francs in either hand. The extension provided for by the agent of Thomson & French." said the Englishman . and M. and on the 30th the 32. and the general opinion was that the complete ruin of the unfortu nate shipowner had been postponed only until the end of the month. When h e thought the matter over. all Morrel's correspondents did not take this view. Unfortunately. who. at any date. sir. and get only six or eight per cent of our money back again. and leaned against the baluster . The agent of Thomson & French had not been again seen at Marseilles. who had shown themselves so considerate towards him." Un fortunately. the inspector of prisons. Gre at. and. was the astonishment when at the end of the month. was taken with confidence. Morrel had not only engagements with the house of Thomson & French. he could by no means account for this generous conduc t on the part of Thomson & French towards him. his departure left no trace excep t in the memories of these three persons. and have those 300. were paid by Cocles with equal punctualit y. he found himself in a condition to meet his en gagements when the end of July came. he had time granted. It was Morrel alone who remembered with alarm. that if he had to repay on the 15th the 50. my friend. Fortunately. and a ray of hope. and could only attribute it to so me such selfish argument as this: -. Continue to be the good. Morrel had some funds coming in on which he coul d rely.

on his arrival. Yet. It was said at this moment that Danglars was worth from six to eight millions of francs. that Julie should write to he r brother. but had kept away from some instinctive motive . it woul d seem. if we may so express ourselves. hearing of his arrival. There came in. for he was newly clad. and left it as sub-lieutenant of the 53d of th e line. and had delayed as long as possible availing himself of this last resource. Penelon had. pressed Emmanuel's hand with friendly warmth. he was. who was in garrison at Nimes. he was awaited by his family with extreme anxiety. not . passed brilliantl y through the Polytechnic School. 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. made good use of his money. and had lain under great obligations to Morrel in former da ys. On the 1st. But. who was now immensely rich. for from this j ourney to Paris they hoped great things. and to offer him employ ment from his new master. to come to them as speedily as possible . the worthy tar seemed much embarrassed. and ha d unlimited credit. and tried to console him. An d Morrel was right. Mor rel returned. Besides. examined all bills presented wit h the usual scrutiny. He was a strong-minded. He embraced his weeping wife and daughter. He delaye d presenting himself at Morrel's. two drafts which M. and. At the time when he decided on his profession his father had no desire to choose for him. stared stupidly with his great eyes. from first to last. though hardly two and t wenty. as he went away. moreover. and Coc les appeared behind the grating of the counter. the house opened as usual. "Worthy fellows!" said Morrel. and which Cocles paid as punctually as the bills which the shipowner had accepted. but had consulted young Maximilian's taste. with whom he had laid the foundations of his vast wealth. had returned from Palma. For a year he had held this rank. coul d save Morrel. As he des cended the staircase." It was agreed in a brief council held among them. and that Morrel had gone away and left his chief c lerk Emmanuel. to meet the creditors. The poor women felt instinctively that they required all their strength to sup port the blow that impended.must have found snug berths elsewhere. he had but to pass his word for a loan. Morrel had fully anticipated. and then going to his private room on the second floor had sent for Coc les. and then it was said that the bills would go to pro test at the end of the month. The worthy shipowner knew. Maximilian Morrel. He brought him also the amount of his wages. and expected promotion on the first va cancy. and Morrel was saved. when the 31st of August came. for he returned home crushed by the humiliation of a refusal . and then. then. When he saw his emplo yer. from Penelon's recital. of the captain's br ave conduct during the storm. for they also had disappeared. it was evident the good fellow had n ot gone to such an expense on his own account. no doubt. In his regiment Maximilian Morrel was noted for his rigid observance. and his cashier Cocles. Morrel met Penelon. or say one harsh word. engaged on boar d some other vessel. "Then. passed his quid from one cheek to the other. without taking a crown from his pocket. "we are indeed ruined. who was going up. Perha ps he had come to tell Captain Gaumard of his good luck. "may y our new master love you as I loved you. Danglars. All this was incomprehensible. had great influence over his father. upright youn g man. worn mourning for the Pharaon longer. contrary to a ll expectation. Captain Gaumard. and only acknowledged the squeeze of the hand which Morrel as usual gave him by a slight pressure in return." said the two women to Emmanuel. paid all with the usual precision . went to see him. which Captain Gaumard had not dared to apply for. Morrel did not utter a complaint. the failure was put off until the end of September. and thus his bashfulness arose from the fact of his not hav ing. recovered from his illness. Mor rel had long thought of Danglars. On the 20th of August it was known at Marseilles that he had left town in the mailcoach. Morrel had thought of Danglars. and had in consequence studied hard. with the tenacity peculiar to prophets of bad news. Morrel attributed Penelon's e mbarrassment to the elegance of his attire. but the owner. drew on one side into the corner of the landing-place. since to him it was owing that Danglars entered the service of the Spanish b anker. He had at once decl ared for a military life.

when Morrel went down to his dinner. and only raised his hands to heaven and exclaimed. gave him 14. and half an hour after Julie had re tired. she had noticed th at her father's heart beat violently. and then.500 francs. instead of going to her apartment she hastened to consult Emmanuel. On the evening of the 4th of September. The terrible idea that he was writing his will flashed across he r." she said. and a bag of money. Mad ame Morrel looked again through the keyhole. and read the Semaphore. This calmness was more alarming to the two women than the deepest dejection would have been. or 8. All h is funds amounted to 6. and his features betraying the utmost consternatio n. but returned to his office."nothing. and which was on ly taken from her in childhood as a punishment? The young girl looked at Morrel. and held her for a long time against his bosom. who. "He is writing. He had not even the means for making a possible settlement on account. 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.000 francs to meet debts amounting to 287. he appeared very calm. Night came." We need hardly say that many of thos e who gave him this epithet repeated it because they had heard it. the two women had watched. Next day M. In the evening. came to his breakfast punc tually. had anticipated her mother. hoping that when he left his room Morrel would come to them. uneasy herself. "What have I done wrong. M. -. which seemed to her of bad o men. and he thus gained the name of "the stoic. only I want it. it was Julie. After dinner Morrel usually went out and use d to take his coffee at the Phocaean club. and fastened the door ins ide. what her daughter had not observed." she said. but his eloquence faltered. Why did her father ask for this key which she always kept.000.000. opened the portfolio. he went into his sleeping-room. but the worthy creature ha stened down the staircase with unusual precipitation. seated himself on a stone with his head bare and exposed to the blazing sun. his bills receivable up to the 5th to 4. Julie saw the lat ter leave it pale. and trying to conceal the noise of his foo tsteps. Ju lie told her mother. a portfolio. As to Cocles. and did not e ven know what it meant. but t hey heard him pass before their door. They had understood each other without speaking. father. the tears starting to his eyes this simple question. what a dreadful misfor tune! Who could ever have believed it!" A moment afterwards Julie saw him go upstairs carrying two or three heavy ledgers.000 francs. for the m oment after Morrel had entered his private office with Cocles. after dinner. And she went out. In the passage she saw a retr eating shadow. "Oh. to s ee through the keyhole what her husband was doing. mademoiselle. Morrel was writing. The next two days passed in much the same way. "I must have left it in my room. Madame Morrel sent her daughter to bed. T he young man was too well acquainted with the business of the house." Julie made a pretence to l for the key. this day he d id not leave the house. went into his office as usual. Morrel s eemed as calm as ever. They had not mistaken the gravity of this event. She would have questioned him as he passed by her. However. Morrel asked his daughter for th e key of his study. but also of the duties of a man. he seemed completely bewildered. took her head in his arms. "that you should take this key from me?" "Nothing. mademoiselle. that her husband was writing on stamped paper. For part of the day he went into the court-yard. my dear. "Do not at fee but giv . trembling. she rose. They listened. not to feel that a great catastrophe hung over the Morrel family. he placed his daughter beside him.000 or 5. she shuddered. and counted the money. Emmanuel tried to comfort the women.only of the obligations imposed on a soldier. making the best of everything." she said. Morrel examined the ledgers. took off her shoes. but Madame Morr el remarked. Julie trembled at this request. and yet had not strength to utter a word. and went stealthily along the passage. Th e young lady went towards Madame Morrel." replied the unhappy man. which. that although he was apparently so calm.

" The young girl uttered a joyful cry. but he said to her quickly. enter the house No. and. and I have come hither with all speed. with a strong Italia n accent. He could not cease gazing at and kissing th e sweet girl. but he knew nothing. She remained at the same s pot standing mute and motionless. He was calm. She opened it quickly and read : -"Go this moment to the Allees de Meillan. or should any one else go in your place. Was there nothing . "and to-morrow morning. It was three o'clock when he threw himself on the bed. "I wish you to do so. t he porter will reply that he does not know anything about it. "Maximilian. Ma dame Morrel remained listening for every sound. She read: -"It is important that you should fulfil this mission in person and alone." "Julie. enter the apartment. she fel t two arms encircle her.e this key to your father. Julie hesitated. and a mouth pressed her forehead. if possible." This postscript decreased greatly the young girl's happiness. You promised to obey me implicitly." said the messenger. take from the corner of the mantelpiece a purse netted in red silk." replied Julie with hesitation. They did not dare t o ask him how he had slept." She questioned Emmanuel. raised her eyes. but on the first step of the staircase she found a man holding a letter in his hand. between the 4th and 5th of September. "go and tell your father that Maximilian has just arrived. The young girl hastily took the letter from him. She cast her eyes again over the note to peruse it a second time. An instant afterwards the door opened. Morrel was kinder to his wife." said he. "what has occurred -. Julie. At eight o 'clock in the morning Morrel entered their chamber."Remain with your mother." Julie wished to accompany him. "Mother. "Yes. sir." he said. was following her father whe n he quitted the room. 15. looked round to question the messenger. "what is your pleasure? I do not kno w you. handing it to her." said the young man. she heard her husband pacing the room in great agitation." said he. than he had ever been. She looked up and utt ered an exclamation of joy. and give it to your fathe r." "Read this letter. mindful of Emmanuel's request. They had expected Maximilian since the previous evening. At these words Madame Morrel rose. but he had disappeared. and Julie did not dare to disobey. ask the porte r for the key of the room on the fifth floor. and saw there was a postscript. do not quit him for a moment. During the night.what has happ ened? Your letter has frightened me." The young lady rushed out of the apart ment. my dearest brother!" she cried. but he said it in a tone of paternal kindness. dearest. This was the first time Morrel had ever so spoken. The mother and daughter passed the nig ht together." said Madame Morrel. -. or would not say what he knew. until three o'clock in the morning. making a sign to the young man. more affectionate to his daughter. "Are you not Mademoiselle Julie Morrel?" inquired the man. "Sinbad the Sailor. It is important that he should receive it before eleven o'clock. Remember your oath. but the agitati on of the night was legible in his pale and careworn visage. "It concerns t he best interests of your father. and threw herself into her son's arms. looking al ternately at Madame Morrel and her daughter. If yo u go accompanied by any other person.

after the succession of misfortunes which had befallen his father." he said. then. turne . but he did not know that matters had reached such a point." "Oh. come. expecting to find his father in his study. through a singular impulse. and showed him the letter. and resolved to take counsel. Emmanuel?" she asked. it was neither to her mother nor her brother that she applied. "to-day is the 5th of September. come!" cried she. The young man knew quite wel l that. related the scene on the staircase. re peated the promise she had made. he ran up-stairs. great changes had taken place in the style of living and housekeeping. But there is no need to know danger in order to fear it. but he rapped there in vain. She hastened down and told him what had occurred on the day when the agent of T homson & French had come to her father's. "I will await you at the corne r of the Rue de Musee. he will be compelled at twelve o'clock to declare himself a b ankrupt. "You must go. and if you are so long absent as to make me uneasy. it may be observed. Julie hesitated. I wil l hasten to rejoin you. if to-day before eleven o'clock your father has not found someone who wil l come to his aid. Emmanuel?" said the young girl with hesitation." "What will happen then?" "Why. and woe to him of whom you shall have cause to complain to me!" "Then. "And you shall be alone. Yet. at eleven o'clock. "Go there?" murmured Julie." replied the young man. I will accompany you." "To-day. then. rushing hastily out of the apartment. Emmanuel hesitated a moment. Madame Morrel had told her son everything." continued Emmanuel. Did not the messenger say your father's safety depended upon it?" "But what danger threatens him. is it not?" "Yes. that it is usually unknown perils that inspire the greatest terror. hastening away with the young man." said Emmanuel. "it is your opinion that I should obey this invitation?" "Yes. While he was yet at the door of the study he heard the bedroom door open." "Well. "we have not fifteen thousand francs in the h fear? was there not some snare laid for her? Her innocence had kept her in i gnorance of the dangers that might assail a young girl of her age. your father has nearly three hundred thousand francs to pay?" "Yes. then. then." "But did you not read that I must be alone?" said Julie. but to Emmanuel. Then. we know that. During th is time. mademoiselle. "Yes. "Listen. indeed. He was thunderstruck. but his desire to make Julie decide immediately ma de him reply. then.

and with a slow and sad gesture he took off his two epaul ets. extending h is hand to Morrel. in heaven's name. the insignia of his rank. Maximilian sprang down the staircase." replied Morrel. Morrel said not a word. then an expression of sublime resignation appeared in his eyes. M. went to his desk on which he placed the pistols. I understand you. "Father. and threw his arms round his father's neck." said Maximilian in a gloomy voice." And with a firm step Morrel went up to his study.500 f rancs. within half an hour. All he possessed was 15. Morrel had to pay. He r emained motionless on the spot. I will live. "You have no money coming in on which you can rely?" "None. while Maximilian followed him . turning pale as death. 287. then. "die in peace. my father. The young man was overwhelmed as he read. looking fixedly at his son.your sister! Who will support them?" A shudder ran through the young man's frame. father. In this ledger was made out an exact balance-sheet of his affair's. "There is one for you and one for me -. Instead of going direct to his study. and pointed with his finger to an open ledger. "our name is dishonor ed!" "Blood washes out dishonor. which he was only this moment quitting." answered Morrel. and closed it behind his son. "you are a man." Then extending his hand towards one of the pistols." exclaimed the young man. of whose arrival he was ignorant. you are . "do you reflect that you are bidding me to live?" "Yes. to meet this disastrous result?" asked the young m an. "I know." he said. father. he said. after a moment's pause. You have a calm." he exclaimed. this is what I feared!" said Morrel. "it is your duty. I only ask you to examine my position as if it were your own. trembling as he went. but Maximilian caught him in his arms. "I have. and placed his right hand on Morrel's breast." "You have exhausted every resource?" "All. and saw his father. What could he say? What need he add to such a desperate proof in figures? "And have you done all that is possible. and a man of honor. father. and those two noble hearts were pressed against each other for a moment. str ong mind." said Morrel. Maximilian smiled." "And in half an hour." replied Morrel. "You kn ow it is not my fault. Morrel uttered a cry of surprise at the sight of his son. "Read!" said Morrel. Maximilian. "Father." he said. "You are right. and the n judge for yourself.257 francs. "Be it so. pressing with his left hand something he had con cealed under his coat. you are no ordinary man. th en. I do so bid you. "what are you go ing to do with that brace of pistols under your coat?" "Oh. Morrel had retur ned to his bed-chamber. "Your mother -. father. but suddenly he recoiled." The young man reflected for a moment. crossing the anteroom. and I will explain to you." said Morrel. my father." Morrel was about to c ast himself on his knees before his son. Come.d. Maximilian. "what are these we apons for?" "Maximilian. I make no requests or commands. "Father.thanks!" Morrel caught his hand. Morrel opened the door.

" said Maximilian. but he died calmly an d peaceably. And now there is no more to be said. but appeared resigned. your mother and sister. Go to work. pity into hostility. he has been compelled to break his word. Morrel shook his head. the most inexorable will have pity on you. my son. I bless you in my own name. and a sacred command. if I live. who say through me. L et this house be the first repaid. dead." "Father. you may ra ise your head and say. once more. "I saw her this morning. for the first t ime. you would feel shame at my name." "The house of Thomson & French is the only one who. if I live I am only a man who his broken his word.the most honorable man I have ever known. fa iled in his engagements -. drew him forward. or. Livin g. Maximilian. "Yes. go and rejoin your mother a nd sister.500 francs. and therefore h e had suggested is not for me to read men's hearts -. interest would be converted into d oubt." "Say it. but offered me three months. "Go. my father. A last but final hope was concealed by the young man in the effect of this interview. and in the name of three generations of irreproachable men. adieu. `The edifice wh ich misfortune has destroyed. Living. "Oh. so tha t from day to day the property of those whom I leave in your hands may augment a nd fructify. To you. dead. on the contrary." "My father." "Have you no particular commands to leave with me.has had any pity for me. and respect this man." said Morrel. bending his knee." "Will you not see my sister once more?" asked Maximilian. "And now." The young man remained standing and motionless.'" The young man uttered a groan. "And now. I die. on which you will say in this very office. how grand. who will in ten minutes present himself to receive the amount of a bill of 287.'" "My father.' On seeing me die s uch a death. young man." said Morrel. it may b e. from humanity. because. all Marseilles will follow me in tears to my last home. Then do your best to keep our name f ree from dishonor. Its agent. they wi ll accord the time they have refused to me. my father?" inquired Maximil ian in a faltering fact. selfishness -. You will find my will in the secretary in my bedroom." "Good. how solemn. If. that day of complete restoration. my father!" cried the young man. and bade her adieu. and kissing his forehea d several times said. with the most rigid economy. `I am the son of him you killed. perhaps. yourself. yes. only a bankrupt. I will not say granted. having but the force of will an . all would be changed. leave me. and endeavor to keep your mother and s ister away. my corpse is that of an honest but unfortunate man. "why should you not live?" "If I live. my son. remember. because in dying he knew what I should do. `My fath er died because he could not do what I have this day done. I would be alone. my son. my best friends would avoid my house." said the young man. struggle ardently and courageou sly. I will. Reflect how glorious a day it will be. live. yes. "leave me alone. providence may build up again. labor. "bless me!" Morrel took the head of his son between his two hands.

with these words on a small slip of parchment: -.arrives. Morrel did not turn round -. When the gentleman who came three months ago -. `Go. then putting forth his arm. Mo rrel fell back in his chair. his eyes fixed on the clock. even life itself. After a moment's interval. At this moment of mortal anguish the cold sweat came forth upon his br ow. yes. Morrel remained an i nstant standing with his eyes fixed on the door." He placed the muzzle of the pistol between his teeth. one must have seen his face with its expression of enforced resi gnation and its tear-moistened eyes raised to heaven. and ordered to carry a certain redoubt. took one up.the door of his study opened. What passed in the mind of this man at the supreme moment of his agony cannot b e told in words. announce his arrival to me. and death is preferable to shame!'" "Yes. . Cocles appeared. my child!" said Morrel. He was still comparatively young. He took up the deadly weapon again. his lips parted and his eyes fi xed on the clock. The pistol fell from his hands. The minute hand moved on. holding in her extended hand a red.he expected th ese words of Cocles. and then shuddered at the click of the trigger as he cocked th e pistol. "Suppose I was a soldier like you. He heard the door of the staircase creak on its hinges -. "Saved. "yes. He turned and saw Julie."saved. he pulled the bell. and wrote a few words. Suddenly he heard a cry . illogical perhaps." Cocles made no rep ly. This thought -." And he rushed out of the study.the fearful revelations of the three last days had crushed him. he made a sign with his head. and seated himself." and once again embracing his father with convulsive pressure. The pistols were loaded. he stretched forth his hand. and murmured his daughter's name. When his son had left him. and at the other was a diamond as large as a hazel-nut. Then he turned again to the clock. he was surrounded by the lovi ng care of a devoted family.the agent of Thomson & French -. The hand moved on with incredible rapidity.the clock gave its warning to strike ele ven -. yet certainly plausible. but by seconds." said the young man. he said.the house of Morrel is about to stop payment .d not the power of execution.Julie's Dowry. that was all. would you not say to me. there were seven minut es left. Then he laid it down seized his pen. Maximilian. that he must separate himself fr om all he held dear in the world. father. "what do you mean?" "Yes. see!" said the young girl. but he had convinced himself by a course of reasoni ng. "My worthy Cocles. netted silk purse. saved -. as you said just now. "My father!" cried the young girl. you are saved!" And she threw herself into his arms. "do you remai n in the ante-chamber. and you knew I must be killed in the assault . went into the anteroom. for you are dishon ored by delay. "Hear me. At one end was the receipted bill for t he 287. and started as he did so. he seemed to see its motion. my father. "Be it so. out of breath. for a vague remembrance remind ed him that it once belonged to himself. It seemed to him as if he had not taken a sufficient farewell of his beloved da ughter. and half dead with joy -. To form the slightest idea o f his feelings. a pang stronger than death clutched at his was his daughter's voice." said his father.000 francs.bent him to the earth more than twenty years would otherwise have done. It was no longer the same man -. "The agent of Thomson & French. Morrel took the purse." said Morrel in a tone impossible to describe.saved! See. counting time now not by minutes.

in the presence and amid the applaus e of the whole city witnessing this event." She was the exact duplicate of the other Pharaon. th e acceptance receipted -. as that had been. be blessed f or all the good thou hast done and wilt do hereafter. "Explain. At this moment the clock struck eleven. unheard-of. sir. At this moment Emmanuel entered. "let us go and see. and loaded.wh ere did you find this purse?" "In a house in the Allees de Meillan." said Morrel." exclaimed Cocles.Morrel passed his hand over his brow.the splendid diamond." "But. sir -. and h eaven have pity upon us if it be false intelligence!" They all went out. "The Pharaon. "Explain. and they say she is now coming into port. it seemed to him a dream. But his son came in. He felt as if each stroke of the hammer fell upon his h eart.what -.the Pharaon! Are you mad. "And did you go alone?" asked Morrel. And. the Pharaon!" said every voice. "Ah. wonderful to see. his strength was failing him. after he had read it."Monsieur Morrel!" "It is his voice!" said Julie. "what can it mean? -. Morrel & Son. with cochineal and indigo. my child. he left his hiding-place. and who. father." said Morrel. who had been afraid to go up into the study.the Pharaon?" "Come. in front of the tower of Saint-Jean. rising from his seat. and ten thousand persons who came to corroborate the testimony. and w . and let my gratitude remai n in obscurity like your good deeds. was a ship bearing on her stern these words. "how could you s ay the Pharaon was lost? The lookout has signalled her. uttered these words in a low tone: "Be happy. She cast anchor. concealed behind the sentry-box. In a moment they were at the Cannebiere. my child. f abulous facts. noble heart." cried Morrel. As Mo rrel and his son embraced on the pier-head. refused to comprehend such incredible. dear ones. There was a crowd on the pier. "explain -. and on the deck was Captain Gaumard giving orders. Emmanuel? You know the vessel is los t. impossible!" But what was real and not less incredible was the purse he held in his hand. "Father. 15. on the corner of a mantelpiece in a small room on the fifth floor. "the Pharaon!" "What -. a man." "Monsieur Morrel!" exclaimed a voice on the stairs. his understandi ng weakened by such events." he said. printed in white letters. "Emmanuel accompanied me. Morrel. All the crowd gave way before Morrel." "The Pharaon. it must be a miracle of heaven! Impossible. He was to have waited for me at the corner of the Rue de Musee. with his face half-covered by a black beard. there was the evidence of t he senses. but. his countenance full of animation and joy. To doubt any longer was impossible." And with a smile expressive of supreme content. strange to say. "this purse is not yours!" Julie handed to her father the letter she had received in the morning. and good old Penelon making signa ls to M. and on the stairs met Madame Morrel." he said. "The Pharaon!" he cried." "My dear friends.they signal the Pharaon! The Pharaon is entering the harbo r!" Morrel fell back in his chair. of Marseilles. he was not there when I returned. watched the scene with delight. clued up sails. "The Pharaon. No. -." cried Maximilian. "if this be so.

"And now. Signor Pastrini replied that he had only two rooms and a parlor on the third floor." said the unknown. and that Fr anz. the Vicomte Albert de Morcerf and the Baron Franz d'Epinay. Jacopo!" Then a launch came to shore. he took a fancy into his head (having alre ady visited Corsica. -. if your excellency chose. and. the proprietor of the Hotel d e the god of vengeance yields to me his power to punish the wicked!" At these words he gave a signal. was shaking hands most cordially w ith all the crowd around him. Piazza di Spagna. the waiting-place o f Napoleon. Towards the beginning of the year 1838. should act as cic erone to Albert." "Where?" "Do you see that island?" continued the captain. One evening he cast off the painter of a sailboat from the iron ring that secur ed it to the dock at Leghorn. to reserve comfortable apartments for them. and said to the crew. "Well. As it is no inconsiderable affair to spend the Carnival at Rome . on whose deck he sprung with the activity of a sailor. thence he once again looked towards Morrel. whi ch he offered at the low charge of a louis per diem." "But I have no permission to shoot over this island. "you might have capital sport. w here he was assured that red partridges abounded. or the Campo Vaccino. Franz only succeeded in killing a few partridges. and re-embarked for Marciana. bu t wishing to make the best use of the time that was left. especially when you have no great desire to sleep on the Piazza del Popolo. "A desert island in the midst of the Mediterr anean must be a curiosity. "farewell kindness. like every unsuccessful sportsman. h e returned to the boat very much out of temper. what is this island?" "The Island of Monte Cristo. Two hours after he again landed at Pianosa. and gratitude! Farewell to all the feelings that expand the heart! I have been heaven's substitute to recompense the good -."To the Island of Elba!" The boat shot out of the harbor like a bird and the next morning Franz disembarked at Porto-Ferrajo. two young men belonging to the first so ciety of Paris. took him on board. the cradle of Bonaparte) to visit Elba. shouted "Jacopo. descended one of the flights of steps provided for debark ation. and thanking with a look the unknown benefactor wh om he seemed to be seeking in the skies. As for Franz. and. The sport was bad.ithout being observed. Jacopo. he remained at Florence. for the island is uninhabited. Chapter 31 Italy: Sinbad the Sailor. They had agreed to see the Carnival at Rome that year. weeping with joy. after having followed the traces which the footsteps of the giant have l eft. who for the last three or four years had inhabited Italy. and conveyed him to a yacht splendidly fitted up." "Your excellency does not require a permit." . as if only awaiting this signal. wrapped himself in his coat and lay down. "Ah. and after having passed a few days i n exploring the paradise of the Cascine. they wrote to Signor Pastrini. They accepted his offer. He traversed the island. Albert started for Nap les. and hailing three times. and spending two or three evenings at t he houses of the Florentine nobility. pointing to a conical pile ris ing from the indigo sea." "Ah." said the captain. the yacht instantly put out to se a. humanity. were at Florence. indeed!" said the young man. who.

and when t he sail was filled. a very different kind of game from the goats." chorused the sailors. I shall not. this island is a mass of rocks. but by browsing the shrubs and trees that grow out of the crevices of the rocks.three forward . we can leave as soon as you like -. and the destruction of the regency. yet serves occasionally as a refuge for the smugglers and pirates who come from Corsica. Upon his answer in the affirmative." "I knew there were smugglers. "Well." replied the captain. and if it be comes known that we have been there. who are." cried Franz. "Gaetano." As Franz had sufficient time. "but we must warn your excellency that the island is an infected port." "What game shall I find there!" "Thousands of wild goats.we can sail as well by night as b y day. "Then steer for Monte Cristo." "Where can I sleep?" "On shore in the grottos." "To whom does this island belong?" "To Tuscany. "No. nor I." "Yes." asked he." "The deuce! That puts a different face on the matter." The captain gave his orders. but I thought that since the capture of Algiers.too long. I suppose." "But who will say your excellency has been to Monte Cristo?" "Oh. and Africa." "Who live upon the stones. and it is true. the helm was put up."It is very natural.he resumed the conversation. "what now? Is the re any difficulty in the way?" "No. your excellency. it s eems to me. "you tell me Monte Cristo serves as a refuge for pirates. and does not contain an ac re of land capable of cultivation. if your excellenc y pleases. Sardinia. and his apartments at Rome were not yet available . he accepted the proposition." "What do you mean?" "Monte Cristo although uninhabited." said Franz with an incredulous smile. Franz waited until all was in order." said he to the captain. and one at the helm -. pirates existed only in the romances of Coop . and if the wind drops we can use our oars. the sailors e xchanged a few words together in a low tone. besides. and the four sailors had taken their places -. we shall have to perform quarantine for six days on our return to Leghorn. that's as long as the Almighty took to make the world! Too long a wait -. or on board in your cloak. Six days! Why. and the boat was soon sailing in the direction of the island. "Nor I.

As they drew near the island seemed t o lift from the sea. Has not your excellency heard that the French char ge d'affaires was robbed six months ago within five hundred paces of Velletri?" "Oh." "Your excellency is and Captain Marryat. your excellency lived at Leghorn. they att ach to every one's neck a four and twenty pound ball." "Yes. combat it with the most unalterable cooln ess. Calm and resolute. as bandits plunder a carriage in the recesses of a forest. then the other. "I have travelled through Sicil y and Calabria -. no one knows what has become of it. was quick to see an opening for attack. and disappears. or Tus can governments?" "Why?" said Gaetano with a smile. the boat made six or seven knots an hour. who have surprised and plundered it. Soon the wate r rushes out of the scupper-holes like a whale spouting. and I have answered. the vessel gives a last groan. at Porto-Ferrajo. steer for Monte Cristo. in the first place. "Bah!" said he. so that in five minutes nothing but the eye of God c an see the vessel where she lies at the bottom of the sea. like the bandits who were beli eved to have been exterminated by Pope Leo XII. retreated." "Well. that's all. Sardinian. there are pirates. and your conversation is most interesting. but now that they had started. why?" "Because. a large hole is chopped in the vessel's bottom.. Then they lift and sink again. near some desert and gloomy island. like us. he treated any peril as he would an adversary in a duel. First one gun'l goes under. and why the vessel never reaches port?" It is probable that if Gaetano had related this previous to proposing the exped ition." "But. and as I wish to enjoy it as l ong as possible. fro m time to time. and yet I never s aw even the shadow of a bandit or a pirate." The wind blew strongly. He was one of those men who do not rashly court danger. you would hear. then. -. and they were rapidly reaching the end of their voyage. but. some dark and stormy night. "why no complaints are made to the government. it has struck on a rock and founder ed. and who yet. he thought it would be cowardly to draw back. "Yes. then they bind the crew hand and foot. every day. who lay wrapped in his cloak at the bottom of the boat. rob tra vellers at the gates of Rome. manned by six or e ight men. has not arrived. "wh y do not those who have been plundered complain to the French. or an English yacht that was expe cted at Bastia." replied G aetano." said the captain. Now this rock it has met has been a long and narrow boat. if at all. I heard that. forming a vast whirlpool in the o cean. and then all is over. as a point of strategy and not from cowardice. and both go under at once. or at Civita Vecchia. doubtless. "but you questioned me. Do you understand now . yes. All at once th ere's a noise like a cannon -. spins round and round.I have sailed two months in the Archipelago. they transfer from the vessel to their own boat w hatever they think worth taking. and won victory at a single thrust. At the end of ten minutes the ves sel begins to roll heavily and settle down. if. but if danger presents itself. Franz would have hesitated.that's the air blowing up the deck.calculated its probable method of approach." asked Franz. and the air was so clear that they could already distinguis ." "I did not tell your excellency this to deter you from your project. that a little merchant vessel. and then they leave her.

As for the sailors. An hour had passed since the sun had set. men who did not wish to be seen would not light a fire. a . like the fiery crest of a volcano. the mariners were used to these latitudes. the night was quite dark." returned Gaetano. "If you can guess the position of th e island in the darkness. suddenly a great light appeared on the strand. and the pil ot who steered did not evince the slightest hesitation. you will see that the fire cannot be seen from the sid e or from Pianosa. and fearing to ex cite the mirth of the sailors by mistaking a floating cloud for land. were alone visible. fixing his eyes on this terr estrial star. The pilot again changed the course of the boat. and was soon within fifty paces of it." Gaetano consulted with his companions. and Monte Cristo itself was i nvisible. Gaet ano lowered the sail. he remaine d silent. which rapidly approached the island. All this was done in silence. although they appea red perfectly tranquil yet it was evident that they were on the alert. with green b ushes and trees growing in the crevices. where it paused an instant. "it is a fire. a nd the island now only appeared to be a gray mountain that grew continually dark er. showing their rugged peaks in bold reli ef. "Hush!" said the captain. for in the midst of this obscurity Franz was not without uneasiness -. like the giant Adamastor. Little by little the shadow rose higher and seemed to driv e before it the last rays of the expiring day." "Oh." said Gaetano. like cannon balls in an arsenal. then. the fire is behin d us. a formidable b arrier. They were within fifteen miles of Monte Cristo when the sun began to set behind Corsica. to see in the dark. "It is for that r eason I have given orders to pass the island. and on w hich a few fishing-boats." "You think. but only from the sea. w hose mountains appeared against the sky. when Franz fancied he saw. "How can you find out?" "You shall see." returned Gaetano." "But you told me the island was uninhabited?" "I said there were no fixed habitations on it. but he could not precisely make out what it was. and intercepting the light that gilded its massive peaks so that the voy agers were in shadow." "And for pirates?" "And for pirates. Fortunately. "What is this light?" asked he. at last the reflection rested on the summit of the mountain. and in a few minutes the fire disappeared. and that they carefully watched the glassy surface over which they were sailing.h the rocks heaped on one another. that goes for nothing." "But this fire?" continued Franz. for.Corsica had long since disappeared. a dark mass. like the lynx. half an hour after. but the sailors seemed. with their white sails. they returned the way they had come. as you see. rose dead ahead. and after five minutes' discussion a manoeuvre was executed which caused the vessel to tack about. and the boat came to rest. land might resemble a c loud. but I said also that it served s ometimes as a harbor for smugglers. this fire indicates the presence of unpleasant neighbors?" "That is what we must find out. "It seems to me rather reassuring than otherw ise. and knew every rock in the Tuscan Archipelago. this mass of rock. hidd en by an elevation of the land. at a quarter of a mile to the left. but the fire was not a meteor. then gloom gradually covered the summit as it had covered the base. repeating Franz's words.

smiling impenetrab ly. we must live somehow. "then you are a smuggler occasionally. so he had no shoes and stockings to take off. and for greater security we stand out to sea. "Well?" exclaimed Franz and the sailor s in unison. you can't refuse help to a poor hunted dev il." "How so?" "Because they are pursued for having made a stiff. and good fellows like us on board. he had two double-barrelled guns and a rifle. This costs us nothing. after these preparations he placed his f inger on his lips. but that of the authorities. Very often the bandits are hard pressed by gendarm es or carbineers. Every one on board remained motionless for half an hour. As for Franz. we receive them. looked at the pr iming. who had proposed the expedition. we sailors are like freemasons.having assassinated a man?" said F ranz. Gaetano?" "Your excellency. thanks to the darkness. and lowering himself noiselessly into the sea. who on the first occasion returns the service by pointing out some safe spot where we can land our goods without interruption. wou ld not be difficult. and recognize each other by signs. or at least the liberty. . "Then you know the men who are now on Monte Cristo?" "Oh. of a fellow-creature. while they got out their oars and held themselves in readiness to row away. "we ough t always to help one another. and waited quietly. "I mean that they have killed an enemy.nd from the moment that their course was changed not a word was spoken." "What do you mean by having made a stiff? -. Gaetano. th ey come and demand hospitality of us. the four sailors fixed their eyes on him. he loaded them." "And do you think we have nothing to fear if we land?" "Nothing at all. swam towards t he shore with such precaution that it was impossible to hear the slightest sound . he could only be traced by the phosphorescent line in his wake. had taken all the responsibility on h imself. he examined his arms with the utmost coolness ." returned the other. This track soo n disappeared. "they have with them two Corsican bandit s. calculating the chances of peril. "They are Spanish smugglers." retur ned the captain. smugglers are not thieves. as if it was not in a Corsic an's nature to revenge himself. it was evident that he had touched the shore. and the swimmer was soon on board." "Ah!" said Franz." returned the captain with an accent of the most profound pity. continuing his investigation. "It is not their fault that they are bandits. and secured his trousers round his waist. well." "And what are these Corsican bandits doing here with Spanish smugglers?" "Alas. During this time the captain had thrown off his vest and shirt. which is a very different thing." said he." "But these two Corsican bandits?" said Franz. which. his feet were naked. they see a vessel. and saves the life. yes. when the same luminous track was again obs erved.

Through the darkne ss Franz. or remain incogni to?" asked the captain. he kept his eye on the crew. -. then!" said Gaetano. -." It is like that Turkish phrase of Moliere's that so astonished the bourg . and his gun in his hand. but your excellency will permit us to take all due precautions. indeed. Every one obeyed. the smugglers with their goat. "Come. for the last time. whose eyes were now more accustomed to it. He was alone in the darkness with sailors whom he did n ot know. presented arms after the manner of a sentinel. The hist ory of the scuttled vessels. their eyes fixed on the boat. "let us demand hospitality of these smugglers and b andits. and about it five or six persons seated. "S'accommodi. Not a word was spoken. but which did not seem to Franz like ly to afford him much hospitality. and then. viewed his position in its true li ght. steer to Monte Cristo." "Yes. he steered to the centre of the circle. "Will your excellency give your name. who rema ined at the shore) to their fire. said. They soon appeared satisfied and returned (with the exception of one. "My name must rest unknown. on an islan d which had. T he blaze illumined the sea for a hundred paces around." "How many are they?" "Four. it me ans at once. Gaetano skirted the light . W hen the boat was within twenty paces of the shore. who rose and disappeared among the roc ks. who knew that he had severa l thousand francs in his belt. thanks to the smugglers and bandits. could see the looming shore along which the boat was sailing. so that if they prove troublesome. then. make yourself at home. at least with curiosity. At the first words of the song the men seated round the fire arose and approached the landing-place. seeme d very probable at night. Franz coolly cocked both barrels. who car ried a carbine."Well. placed as he was between two possible sources of dange r. For a man who. we shall be able to hold t hem in check." "Silence. and the vessel was once more cleaving the waves.which were very beautiful." "By all means." said the young man. he was about to land. enter. and cried. evidently seeking to know who the new-comers were and what were their intentions . Do you think they will grant it?" "Without doubt. like Franz. he s aw the fire more brilliant than ever. I exhort you. On the other hand. but which evidently concerned him. a very religious name. and who had often examined his weapons." "Just our number. the sentinel gave an order to one of the men seated round the fire. without any other escort than these men. Franz with his disembarkme nt. and the two bandits make six. which had appeared improbable during the day. -. who. the sailors with their sails. Gaetano then exchan ged a few words with this man which the traveller did not understand. singing a fishing song." The Italian s'accommodi is untranslatable. you are welcome. he made a sign with his head to the sentinel. "Who c omes there?" in Sardinian. it was a grave one. as they rounded a rocky point. of which his companions sung the chorus. the man on the beach.merely say I am a Frenchman travelling for pleas ure. when they were opposite the fi re. be as wise as Nestor and as prudent as Ulysses. turning to the boat. The sailors had again h oisted sail. every one seemed occupied. and who had no reason to be devoted to him. you are the m aster. so. carefully keeping the boat in the shadow.if not with envy. at which the carcass of a goat was roasting. The man who had disappeared returned suddenly on the opposite side to that by which he had left." As soon as Gaetano had transmitted this answer. but in the mids t of all this carelessness it was evident that they mutually observed each other . I do more than p ermit.

doubtless. what he thought of this pr oposal. T he boat was moored to the shore." "Well. half a doz en partridges. consequently. "the chief. Gaetano had the other." Gaetano faltered an excuse. then?" "I have heard talk of him. his anxiety had quite disappeared. and a good fire to roast them by. or rather. it is not that. so they say. and a sailor held his rifle." added he. he has plenty." Franz looked at Gaetano. exchanged a few words with the sentinel. while two sailor s kindled torches at the fire to light them on their way. and then stopped at a small esplanade surrounded with rocks. "if the sm ell of their roast meat tempts you. "this chief is very polite. He mentioned this to Gaetano. inhaling the aroma of the roasted meat. at sight of the goat.eois gentleman by the number of things implied in its utterance. then?" "No. for supper. in whic h seats had been cut. Gaetano sprang to shore. Franz waited impatiently. "anything new? -. doubtless. guessing Franz's thought.t he more so as I bring my share of the supper. and advanced to the opposite side. "Not that way. "Well. which was. if possible. "I know this is a serious ma . They advanced about th irty paces." Meanwhile the sailors had collected dried sticks and branches with which they m ade a fire. for he cried out. and rather a peculiar one. and to spare. but he makes one condition. four strokes of the oar brought them to land." "Oh." observed Franz. and. I will go and offer them two of our birds fo r a slice." returned Franz. "Ah. One of his guns was swung over his shou lder." "You know this chief. no disquietude. Franz lowered a torch. once that he had seen the indifferent.and what is this condition?" "That you are blindfolded. his dress. who was told you were a young Frenchman. bread. had turned to a ppetite. then his comr ades disembarked." "His house? Has he built one here." "The deuce! -. to see. As for his suspicions. who replied that nothing could be more ea sy than to prepare a supper when they had in their boat." "Favorably or otherwise?" "Both. but." said Franz. Around in the crevices of the roc ks grew a few dwarf oaks and thick bushes of myrtles. invites you to sup with him. wh en the captain returned with a mysterious air. and they advanced a few paces to find a comfort able bivouac. did not excite any suspicion. if you please. and I see no objection -. and do not take off the bandage until he himself bid s you. The sailors did not wait for a second they refuse?" "On the contrary. once on terra firma. and lastly came Franz." returned Gaetano. before he will receive you at his house. wine. the spot they chose did not suit the smuggler who filled the post of sentinel. "Besides. and saw by the mass of cinders that had accumulated that he was not the first to di scover this retreat. "go and try. but he has a very comfortable one all the same. if not friendly. appearance of his hosts. half artist . half dandy." replied he." "You are a born diplomat. not unlike sentry-boxes. one of the halting-places of the wand ering visitors of Monte Cristo.

" "Is it a very beautiful vessel?" "I would not wish for a better to sail round the world. "I know their vessel. "I do not know if what they say is true" -. who. Gaetano departed with the reply. I don't say that." "What should you do in my place?" "I. but my own opinion is she is a Genoese.I should go." continued Franz. your excellency will do as you please." "What nonsense!" said Franz.he stopped to see if any one was near. it is quite true. w ent in once." "There is something very peculiar about this chief. and wished to learn all he possibly could concerning his host. "It is no nonsense. "that with such stories you make me think of Ali Baba's enchanted cavern?" "I tell you what I have been told. who have nothing to lose." Franz pondered the matter for a few moments. during this dialog ue." "And how did a leader of smugglers. as no vessel of any kind was visi ble. were it only out of curiosity. accepted." "You would accept?" "Yes. had sat gravely plucking the partridges with the air of a man proud of his o ffice." observed Franz. but she is built to stand any weather. "venture to build a vesse l designed for such a purpose at Genoa?" ." "Of what burden is she?" "About a hundred tons. -. He turned towards the sailor. "Never mind that. She is what the E nglish call a yacht. and he came back amazed. reseating himself. Cama." "Do you know. lowering his voice. "What do they say?" "That this chief inhabits a cavern to which the Pitti Palace is nothing." returned the sailor. and seeing only the prospect of a good supper. conc luded that a man so rich could not have any intention of plundering him of what little he had." "Where was she built?" "I know not. Franz was prudent. I should be sorry to advise you in the matter." said Gaetano. the pilot of the Saint Ferdinand. and asked him how these men had landed." "Then you advise me to accept?" "Oh. vowing that such treasures were only to be heard of in fairy tales.tter. then?" "Listen.

He promised." "Have you ever seen him?" "Sometimes. but I doubt if it be his real name." "What is his name?" "If you ask him he says Sinbad the Sailor." "And if this person be not a smuggler. but we never could find the slightest trace of any opening. who travels for his pleasure. who is he?" "A wealthy signor. Afterwards he was made to promise th at he would not make the least attempt to raise the bandage." "Decidedly." thought Franz. they say that the do or is not opened by a key." "His excellency waits for you. "this is an Arabian Nights' adventure." "Where will he receive me?" "No doubt in the subterranean palace Gaetano told you of. which he recognized as that of th e sentinel. guided by them. Then h is two guides took his arms. I thought."I did not say that the owner was a smuggler. and he went on. but Gaetano did." "What country does he come from?" "I do not know. but always in vain. but a magic word. to seek for this enchanted palace?" "Oh. He was accompanied by two of the yacht's crew. and preceded by the sentinel. he smelt the appetizing odor of the k id that was roasting. and knew thus that he was passing the bivouac." muttered Franz. more than once. we examined the grotto all over. "he is still more mysterious. when you have landed and found this island d eserted." "Sinbad the Sailor?" "Yes. yes." "Have you never had the curiosity." "And where does he reside?" "On the sea. After going about thirty paces." "Come. he had not then spoken to an y one. and presented it to the man who had spoken to him." "Gaetano had only seen the vessel from a distance. they bandaged his eyes with a care that showed their apprehe nsions of his committing some indiscretion. Franz drew his handke rchief from his pocket. "No. since the two accounts do not agree." "What sort of a man is he?" "Your excellency will judge for yourself." said a voice. Witho ut uttering a word." replied the sailor. they then l .

I have always observe d that they bandage people's eyes who penetrate enchanted palaces. "make no apologies. but I think nothing is more annoying than to remain two o r three hours together without knowing by name or appellation how to address one another. this man had a remarkably handsome face. moreover. Franz did not wait for a repetition o f this permission. and also in front of another door. and a small sharp and crooked cangiar was pa ssed through his girdle. and the handles resplendent with gems. in which they sunk to the instep. quite straight. during the g reater portion of the year. surmounted with a stand of Arabian swo rds in silver scabbards.that is to say.'" "Alas.ed him on about fifty paces farther. and found himself in the prese nce of a man from thirty-eight to forty years of age. The entire chamber was lined with crimson brocade. it is at your d isposal. if you will. large and full gaiters of th e same color. was of the pure Greek ty pe. returned look for look." It may be supposed. who had treated Gaetan o's description as a fable. I should doubtless. was the splendor of the apartment in which he found himself. in excellent Fr ench. "Welcome. and offer you what no doubt you did not expect to find here -. he had a splendid cashmere round his waist.a refusal he could now compr ehend. In a recess was a kind of divan. of beautiful shape and color. this island is deserted. find on my return my temporary retirement in a state of great disorder. that it seemed to pertain to one who had been long entombed. and. and a Nubian. is the su pper ready?" At this moment the tapestry moved aside. but as. Presently. tapestry hung before t he door by which Franz had entered. such as is my supper. a red cap with a long blue silk tassel. I may say with Lucullus. his nos e. said. not for the l oss it occasioned me. had small hands and feet. if the secret of this abode were discovered. while the feet res ted on a Turkey carpet. The host gave Franz time to recover from his surprise. "I do not know if you are of my opinion. and became balmy and perfumed. if I could have anticipated the honor of your v isit. and projecting direct from the brow. Ali. "a thousand ex cuses for the precaution taken in your introduction hither. and yellow slippers. my dear sir. Pray observe. and dressed in a plain white tunic. He was not particularly tall." he said. not even taking his eyes off him. he knew that they were entering a cave.' and really I have nothing to complain of. but extremely well made. pantaloons of deep red. while his teeth. that I too much respect the laws of hospitality to ask y our name or title. from the ceiling hung a lamp of Venetian glass. Let me now endeav or to make you forget this temporary unpleasantness. worked with flowers of gold. But what astonished Franz. but because I should not have the certainty I now possess of separating myself from all the rest of mankind at pleasure. by a change in the atmosphere. "Now. I beg you will remov e your bandage. as white as pearls. made a sign to his master that all was p repared in the dining-room. I only request you to give me one by which I may have the ple . and his guides let go th eir hold of him. it is yours to share. a vest of black c loth embroidered with gold. but took off the handkerchief. leading i nto a second apartment which seemed to be brilliantly illuminated. like the men of the so uth. a tolerable supper and prett y comfortable beds. his eyes were penetrating and sparkling. for instance.that is to say. At length his feet touched on a thick and soft carpet. fo r what I see makes me think of the wonders of the `Arabian Nights. "Sir." replied Franz. Although of a paleness that was almost livid. were set off to admiration by the black mustache that encircled them. There was a moment's silence. and. and it seem ed to him as though the atmosphere again changed. embroidered with gold like the vest. But such as is my hermitage." said the unknown to Franz. after a pause. and then a voice. with a foreign accent. and who was incapable of resuming the healthy glow and hue of life. sir. His pallor was so peculiar. evidently advancing towards that part of th e shore where they would not allow Gaetano to go -. I would have prepared for it." "Ma foi. black as ebo ny. which would be exceedingly annoying. dressed in a Tunisian cost ume -. then. although. those of Raoul in the `Huguenots. after going on for a few seconds more he heard a crackling.

the tongue the first day." he said. and his hand and head cut off. your hu mble servant going first to show the way?" At these words. The dishes were of silver. the bey yielded. The supper consisted of a roast pheasant garnished with Corsican blackbirds. As for myself. " And like the celebrated sailor whose name you have assumed. a boar's ham with jelly. and he was condemned by the bey to have his tongue cut out." said the unknown with a singular smile. "Yes. hardly knowing what to think of the half-kindness. But when I added to the gun an English cutlass with which I had sh ivered his highness's yataghan to pieces. by way of changing the conversation." replied he. oranges from the Balearic Isles. "Would it be impertinent. Signor Sinbad. which was oblong. with antique bas-reliefs of priceless value. that I see no reason why at this moment I shoul be called Aladdin." Ali approached his master. and does all he can to prove it. and can only be i nduced to appear again when we are out of sight of that quarter of the globe. "you pass your life in travelling?" "Yes. they are simple enough. Franz now looked upon another scene of enchantm ent. I went to the bey. will you now take the trouble to enter the dining-room. that th e guest complimented his host thereupon. with which his host related the brief narrative. he runs down below. These baskets conta ined four pyramids of most splendid fruit. a nd kissed it. he was so very desirous to complete the poor devil' s punishment. a quarter of a kid with tartar sauce. He remembers that I saved his life. for whenever the coward sees the first glimpse of the shores of Africa. Franz rubbed his eyes in order to assure himself that this was not a dream. Sinbad preceded his guest. he feels some gratitude towards me f or having kept it on his shoulders. then. a gl orious turbot." Although Sinbad pronounced these wor . This was a useless clause in the bargain. half-cruelty. peaches from France. "to ask you the particula rs of this kindness?" "Oh. he is a poor devil who is mu ch devoted to me. so lea rning the day his tongue was cut out. "will tell you."yes. and da tes from Tunis. He hesitated a moment. and proposed to give hi m for Ali a splendid double-barreled gun which I knew he was very desirous of ha ving. pomegr anates from Malaga. "It seems the fellow had been c aught wandering nearer to the harem of the Bey of Tunis than etiquette permits t o one of his color. Between these large dishes were smaller o nes containing various dainties. Ali alone was present to wait at table. having baskets in their hands." said Franz. an d the head the third. as I only require his wonderful lamp to me precisely like Aladdin. and acquitted himself so admirably. Signor Aladdin. and once convinced of this important poin t he cast his eyes around him. "and I made some others als o which I hope I may fulfil in due season. but on condition that the poor fellow never again set foot i n Tunis." "Well. the hand the second. there were Sicily pine-apples.'" "And make d not I am I. while he did the hon ors of the supper with much ease and grace -. I tell you that I am generally called `Sinbad the Sailor. I made a vow at a time when I little thought I should ever be able to acc omplish it." replied Franz. The dining-room was scarcely less striking than t he room he had just left.asure of addressing you. that I may put you at your ease. and the plates of Ja panese china. w ere four magnificent statues. "you heard our r epast announced. the table was splendidly covered. I always had a desire to have a mute in my service. and as he has a regard for his head." Franz remained a moment silent and pensive. took his hand." replied the host. it was entirely of marble. That will keep us from going away from the East whither tempted to think I have been conveyed by some good genius. and at the four corners of this apartment. and a gigantic lobster. and agreed to forgive the hand and head. moving aside the tape stry." replied the singular amphitryon.

" The supper appeared to have been supplied solely for Franz.ds with much calmness. and even the life you lead. I am free as a bird and have wings like one. a s ort of philosopher. The unknown fixed on the young man one of those looks which penetrate into the depth of the heart and thoughts. I must seem to you by no means curious. Then Ali brought on the dessert. "You have not guessed rightly." "And do you propose to make this journey very shortly?" "I do not know. "You cannot guess." replied the host. your look. your pallid complexion . for instance!" observed Franz. it depends on circumstances which depend on certain arrangement s. and stay there. "but. Then I have my mode of dispensing justice. I get tired of it." responded Sinbad. for your liberal hospitality displayed to me at Monte Cristo. if you had tasted my life. He replaced the lid. persecuted by society . silent and sure. my attendants obey my slightest wish. "what there is ." answered Franz. The care with which Ali placed t his cup on the table roused Franz's curiosity. Sometimes I amuse myself by delivering some bandit or criminal from the bonds of the law." "And will that be the first time you ever took that journey?" "Yes. which condemns or pardons.I live the happiest life possible. it will. Sinbad started and looked fixedly at him." "Revenge. "And why revenge?" he asked. it will be. if I go will happen one day or the othe r. without respite or appeal." "I? -. "you seem to me like a man who." replied Franz. incognito. but which was perfectly unknown to him. un fortunately. -. the real life of a pasha. Ah. and would nev er return to the world unless you had some great project to accomplish there. and the little man in the blue cloak. and one day perhaps I shall go to Paris to rival Monsieur Ap pert." "I should avail myself of your offer with pleasure. sir?" said Franz inquiringly. his eyes gave forth gleams of extraordinary ferocity. but I assure you that it is not my fault I have delayed it so long -. He raised the cover and saw a kin d of greenish paste." "Ah. "Because. you would not desire any other. as far as lies in my power. as ignorant of what the cup contained as he was before he had looked at it. and which no one se es. and leave it." said he." "I should like to be there at the time you come. as he replied. I am pleased with one place. Between the two baskets he placed a small silver cup with a silver cover. I am king o f all creation. and I will endeavor to repay y ou."your voice. for the unknown sca rcely touched one or two dishes of the splendid banquet to which his guest did a mple justice. something like preserved angelica. "What makes you suppos e so?" "Everything. or rather took the baskets from t he hands of the statues and placed them on the table. and then casting his eyes towards his host he s aw him smile at his disappointment. Such as you see me I am. in all probability. laughing with his singular laugh which displayed his wh ite and sharp teeth. "You have suffered a great deal. has a fearful account to settle with it.

without bowing at the feet of Satan . or England. Are you ambitious. -. no doubt. and s wallowed it slowly with his eyes half shut and his head bent backwards. "we freque ntly pass so near to happiness without seeing." "Judge for yourself. that small vase. -. the fields of infinite space open to you. gave them to eat a certain herb.judge. it is hashish -. "I have a very great inclination to judge for myself of the truth or exaggeration of your eulogies. but do not confine yourself to on . Franz di d not disturb him whilst he absorbed his favorite sweetmeat. Are you a man for the substantia ls. the man to whom there should be built a palace.a poet? taste this. now b efore you had given them a slight foretaste. he inquired. then. or if we do see and regard it. so en name at least. and in these gardens isolated pavilions. and in an hour you will be a king. that they sold themselves body and soul to him who gave it to them. not a king of a petty kingdom hi dden in some corner of Europe like France. Is it not tempti ng what I offer you. but when he had fin ished. "this ambrosia. without regarding it. w hat may you term this composition. inscribed with these words. in vulgar phrase. I do not feel a ny particular desire?" "Ah. so voluptuous.the hashish of Abou-Gor.'" "Do you know. yet without recognizing it. but king of the wo rld. Signor Aladdin -." cried Sinbad. In this valley were magnificent garden s planted by Hassen-ben-Sabah." "Well." cried Franz. believing that the death they underwent w as but a quick transition to that life of delights of which the holy herb. What these happy persons to ok for reality was but a dream. and Golcon da are opened to you. and ever-lovely virgins. Are you a man of imagination -."What. you advance free in heart. "it is hashish! I know that -. Spain. says Marco Polo." said Franz." he replied. and the mines of Peru." "Well. raised it to his lips. the only man. Signor Aladdin. ever-ripe fruit. but it was a dream so soft. you will be king and master of all the kingdoms of the earth. then. is this precious stuff?" "Did you ever hear." "That is it precisely. into the boundless realms of unfettere d revery. that green preserve is nothing less than the ambrosia which Hebe s erved at the table of Jupiter. thus it is that our material origin is revealed. which transported them to Paradise. a nd obedient to his orders as to those of a deity. and do you seek after the greatnesses of the earth? taste this. struck down the designated vic tim." "Then. since it is only to do thus? l ook!" At these words he uncovered the small cup which contained the substance so lauded. king of creation. I really cannot." "But. who attempted to assassinate Philip Augustus?" "Of course I have. and th e boundaries of possibility disappear. "of the Old Man of the Mountain." replied Franz. died in torture without a murmur. king of the universe. Into the se pavilions he admitted the elect. and is gold your god? taste this. in the midst of ever-bloomi ng shrubs. can you?" "No. to tell the truth. and is it not an easy thing. took a teaspoonful of the magic sweetmeat. `A grateful world to the dealer in happiness. in passing through mortal hands has lost its heavenly appellation and assumed a human name.the purest and most una dulterated hashish of Alexandria. for which. you know he reigned over a rich valley which was overhung by the mountai n whence he derived his picturesque name. the celebrated mak er. free in mind. and there.

it is the same with hashish. or Isp ahan. for I feel e agle's wings springing out at my shoulders.and whom we have occa sionally named so. and Franz abandoned hi mself to that mute revery. It was simply yet richly furnished. and the n the dream reigns supreme. "I do not know if the res ult will be as agreeable as you describe. which now appears to you flat and distasteful. "it would be the easiest thing in the world. But what changes occur! It is only by comparing the pains of actual being w ith the joys of the assumed existence. gentle or violent.heaven for hell! Taste the hashish. but to dream thus forever. Like everything else. and the Chinese eat swallows' nests? Eh? no! Well. and nothing in the world will seem to you to equal the delicacy of its fla vor. Tell me. that we might. only eat for a week.e trial." Franz's only reply was to take a teaspoonful of the marvellous preparation. abo ut as much in quantity as his host had eaten. they are the only men who know how to live. the first time you tasted oysters. Ah. and all these skins were strewn in profusio n one on the other. or reclining on the most luxurious bed. "in the French or Turkish nature which is not made for joy and clings to pain. we must habituate the senses to a fresh impressio n. sugar or none." "Because your palate his not yet been attuned to the sublimity of the substance s it flavors. "it shows you have a tendency for an Orient al life. those Orientals. floor. panther-skins from the Cape . have some title by which to di stinguish him -." said his host." They both arose. striped tiger-skins from Bengal. that you would desire to live no longer. chi bouques with jasmine tubes and amber mouthpieces were within reach. As for me. and with those wings I could make a . and a large divan com pletely encircled it. ceiling. and while he who called himself Sinbad -. and should you wish to see me again. like his guest. and lift it to his mouth. There is a struggle in nature against this divine substance. with one of those singular smiles which did not escape the young man." said Franz. fox-skins from Norway. and sundry other dainties which you now adore. even in the midst of his conversation. like those that appeared to Dante." he added. were all covered with magnif icent skins as soft and downy as the richest carpets. Each of them took o ne." "Ma foi. there were heavy-maned lio n-skins from Atlas." "I will take it in the Turkish style. walls. and all prep ared so that there was no need to smoke the same pipe twice. and Ali will bring us coffee and pipes. Bagdad. you would seem to leave a Neapolitan spring for a Lapland winter -to quit paradise for earth -. which Ali lighted and then retired to prepare the coffee. which seems to remove with its fume all the troubles of the mind. s trong or weak. but the thing does not appear to me as palatable as you say." replied Franz. There was a moment 's silence. Both laid themselves down on the divan. "when I have completed my affairs in Paris. "And you are right. you must seek me at Cairo. the dream must succeed to reality. I shall go and die in the East . it is ready in all ways. spotted beautifully. and so on. and to gi ve the smoker in exchange all the visions of the soul. "Diable! " he said. bear-skins from Siberi a. which is your apartment. Ali brought in the coffee . guest of mine -. It was round. during which Sinbad gave himself up to thoughts that seemed to occup y him incessantly. did you like them? Could you com prehend how the Romans stuffed their pheasants with assafoetida. cool or boiling? As you please. Franz entered still another ap artment. sad or joyous. When you return to this mundane sphere from your visi onary world. so that it seemed like walking over the most mossy turf. Let us now go into the adjoi ning chamber. Divan. truffles. porter. tea. into which we always sink when smoking excellent toba cco. "How do you take it?" inquired the unknown.gave some orders to the servant. after having swallowed the divine preserve.taste the hashish. -. Nat ure subdued must yield in the combat. then the dream becomes life. and life becomes the dr eam.

as his b oat drew nearer. several steps. but without effort." H e then said something in Arabic to Ali. the songs became louder. one of those chaste figures. to Ali. and then followed a dream of passion like that promised by the Prophet to the elect. the h orizon continued to expand. disappeared as they do at the first ap proach of sleep. and at length. so that to Franz. then. and he entered the grotto amidst continued strains of most delicio us melody. then. or Amphion. no longer as a threateni ng rock in the midst of the waves." "Ah. It seemed to Franz that he closed his eyes. like that which may be supposed to reign around the grott o of Circe. and poesy. -. The more he strove against this unhallowed passion the more his senses yielded to its thrall. smiles of love. without shock. They were Phryne. and assuming attitudes which the gods could not resist. intended there to build a city. but it was not the gloomy horizon of vague alarms. rich in form. b reasts of ice became like heated lava. for an enchanting and mysterious harmo ny rose to heaven. love was a sorrow and voluptuousness a torture. Chapter 32 The Waking. and looks inflexible and ardent like th ose with which the serpent charms the bird. -. but a blue. or rather seemed to descend. his senses seemed to redouble their power. their th roats bare. unfurl your wings. all the perfumes of the summer breeze. with all the blue of the ocean. who made a sign of obedience and withdre w. and such fires as burn the very senses. Well. those calm shadows. Then the three statues advanced towards him with looks of love. unbounded horizon . all the preoccupation of mind which the events of the evening had brought on. he gave way and sank back breathless and exhausted beneath the kisse s of these marble goddesses. that they would have made a divine harmony had their notes been taken down. Lips of stone turned to flame. like a Christian angel in the mi dst of Olympus. in the midst of the songs of his sailors. All the bodily fatigue of the day. then all seemed to fade away and become confused before his eyes. melt before the sun. and then he gave way before looks th at held him in a torturing grasp and delighted his senses as with a voluptuous k iss. lig hted only by one of those pale and antique lamps which watch in the dead of the night over the sleep of pleasure. and fly i nto superhuman regions. weary of a struggle that taxed his very soul. Then among them glided like a pure ray.he saw the Island of Monte Cristo. and in a last look about him sa w the vision of modesty completely veiled. there is a watch over you. but which saints withstood. and he saw again all he had seen before his sleep. and bright and f lowing hair. transparent. As to Franz a strange transformation had taken place in him. . the mute attendant. Cleopatra. At length the boat touched the shore. but not to any distance. as burning mouths were pressed to his thirsty lips. and if your win gs. like those of Icarus. with eyes of fascination. the hashish is beginning its work. which seemed to veil its virgin brow before these marble wantons. yielding for the first time to the sway of the drug. when we are still sufficiently conscious to be aware of the com ing of slumber. hair flowing like waves.songs s o clear and sonorous. as if some Loreley had decreed to attract a soul thither. and the enchantment of his marvellous dream. fear nothing. like the last shadows of the magic la ntern before it is extinguished. their feet hidden in their long white tunics. but as an oasis in the desert. in a ttraction. and he was again in the chamber of statues. as lip s touch lips. those soft visi ons. formed from such perfumes as set the mind a dreaming. the enchanter. He descended. and he was held in cool serpen t-like embraces. inhaling th e fresh and balmy air. his singular host. those three celebrated cour tesans. we are here to ease your fall. his perception bri ghtened in a remarkable manner.tour of the world in four and twenty hours. and approached the couch on which he was reposing. They were the same statues. Messalina. all the spangles of the sun. a nd which he had seen before he slept. His body seemed to acquire an airy lightness. fro m Sinbad. yes.

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

Yet he di d not leave a foot of this granite wall. Let them try to pursue him! Why." and he was irresistibly attracted towards the grotto. the evening before. and if he were to throw himself on the coast." "Don't you remember. Franz took the lamp. 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 ." he remarked to Gaetano. much more enthralling. o thers had before him attempted the same thing. and he would beat any frigate three knots in ever y nine. if it would amuse you. the yacht only seemed like a small whit e speck on the horizon. and two or three times the same fancy has come over me. in spite o f the failure of his first search. while it seems he is in the direction of Porto-Vec chio." replied Gaetano with a laugh. and at the end of a quarter of an hour he had killed a goat and two kids. and Franz could not consider them as game. his ya cht is not a ship. he had no longer any inducement to remain at Monte Cristo. "Precisely so. He took his fowling-piece. now like a sea-gull on the wave. Giovanni. "I told you that among the crew there we re two Corsican brigands?" "True. he is one who fears neither God nor Satan . rather than enjoying a pleasure." added Franz." said the patron. "you told me that Signo r Sinbad was going to Malaga. As to Franz. Since. and he is going to land them. he consequently despatched his breakfast. they say. but even then he coul d not distinguish anything. occupied his mind." he added. had the honor of b eing on excellent terms with the smugglers and bandits along the whole coast of the Mediterranean. as impenetrable as futurity. When Franz appeared again on the shore. "or any authorities ? He smiles at them." said Franz. Franz was sitting on the spot wher e he was on the previous evening when his mysterious host had invited him to sup per. and I will get you the torch you ask for. "And what cares he for that. These animals. without st rict scrutiny. Gaetano reminded him that he had come for the purpos e of shooting goats. he began a second. He saw nothing. though wild and agile as chamois. by traces of smoke. "and give it to his excellency. More over. but it was in vain that he carried his torch all round the ex terior surface of the grotto. which he had utterly forgotten. he did not see a fissure without introducing the blade of his hun ting sword into it. or a projecting point on which he did not lean and press in the hopes it would give way. but a bird. At the end of this time he gave up his sea rch. and Gaetano smiled." Giovanni obeyed. "Ah. like him. is he not certain of finding friends everywhere?" It was perfectly clear that the Signor Sinbad. in the first place. and so enjoyed exceptional privileges. All was vain. unless that. He recognized the place where he had awaked by the bed of heath er that was there. Then. and. continuing he r flight towards Corsica. He had lost all hope of detect ing the secret of the grotto. foll owed by Gaetano. but I have always given it u p. his . why. after having told Gaetano to roast one of the two kids. and he saw the little yacht. other ideas. But I too have had the idea you have. He looked again through his glass." "But such services as these might involve him with the authorities of the count ry in which he practices this kind of philanthropy. in vain. your excellency. and when he retur ned the kid was roasted and the repast ready. "Why. and he lost two hours in his attempts . we re too much like domestic goats. and entered the subterranean grotto. With much pleasure. The second visit was a long one." replied Gaetano. and would at any time run fifty leagues out of his course to do a po or devil a service. light a torch. which were at last utterly useless. Franz's host. and.nted apartment.

when the sun ros e. that there was no room for him at the Hotel de Londres. and at Rome there are four gr eat events in every year. On his first inquiry he was told. the deuce! then we shall pay the more. -. With it was effaced the last trace of the preceding night. scol ding the waiters. no j oking. had been retained beforehand. but as for the carriage" -"What as to the carriage?" exclaimed Albert. "Very good. when Morcerf himself app eared. Then he sent his card to Signor Pa strini. Signor Pastrini. hashish. excusing himself for having made his excellency wait. for t he streets were thronged with people. the events which had just passed. as we have said. he hastened on board. The boat sailed on all day and all night. as it disappeared i n the gulf of Porto-Vecchio.a fact which Signor Pastrini commented upon as an inappreciabl e advantage." "Then they must put horses to mine. taking the candlestick from the porter. At last he made his way through the mob. between life and death.thi s is all I can say.all became a dream for Fra nz. A t Drake's or Aaron's one pays twenty-five lire for common days. who was awaiting him at Rome. they had lost sight of Monte Cristo." replied the host. The apartment consisted of two small rooms and a parlor. But this was not so easy a matter.the Carnival. with the impertinence pecul iar to hired hackney-coachmen and inn-keepers with their houses full. and the Fe ast of St. and on the Saturday evening reached the Eternal City by the mail-co ach. that's all. "but we must have some supper instantly. This plan succeeded." answered the inn-keeper. All the rest of the year the city is in that state of dull apa thy. The rest of the floor was hired by a very rich gentleman who was su pposed to be a Sicilian or Maltese. add five lire a day more f or extras. we must have a carriage." "Sir. but the host was unable to decide to which o f the two nations the traveller belonged." "And when shall we know?" inquired Franz. Holy Week. When Franz had once again set foot on sh ore. and reached the hotel. "you shall be served immediately. but t .boat being ready. which renders it similar to a kind of station betwe en this world and the next -. The two rooms looked o nto the street -. while he finished his affairs of pleasure at Florence. and then thought of nothing bu t how he should rejoin his companion. and Rome was already a prey to that low an d feverish murmur which precedes all great events. Peter. "we will do all in our power to procure you one -. he forgot. who was ready to pounc e on the traveller and was about to lead him to Albert. and then supper. and at which Franz had already halted five or six times." "I am afraid if we offer them double that we shall not procure a carriage. statues. An apartment. for the moment at least." said Fra nz. Sinbad." replied the landlord. -. and they were soon under way. and asked for Albert de Morcerf.a sublime spot. and thirty or th irty-five lire a day more for Sundays and feast days. and there's an end of it. come. "Oh. and at each time found it more marvellous and striking." "As to supper. It is a little worse for the journey. that will make forty. At the mo ment the boat began her course they lost sight of the yacht. and thus he ha d but to go to Signor Pastrini's hotel. He set out. signor Pastrini. which was continually increasing and getting more and more turbulent. and a carriage for tomorrow and the following days. Corpus Christi. a resting-place full of poetry and character. "Come. and next morning. and Signor Pastrin i himself ran to him. I see plainly enough. "To-morrow morning.

f or the last three days of the carnival. my dear Franz -." "Well." "What is the matter?" said Albert. "I say. went to bed. but to pass to another. I am accustome d not to dwell on that thing. and instantly rang the bell." returned Franz. Chapter 33 Roman Bandits. and who knows what m ay arrive between this and Sunday?" "Ten or twelve thousand travellers will arrive. Signor Pa strini?" "Yes. "but can't we ha ve post-horses?" "They have been all hired this fortnight." said the landlord triumphantly. "to-day is Thursday. "for the very three days it is most needed." replied Franz. "no carriage to be had?" "Just so. "tha t there are no carriages to be had from Sunday to Tuesday evening. The sound had n ot yet died away when Signor Pastrini himself entered." "That is to say. when I would not promise you anything." said Albert. that is something." "Ah. my dear boy. "Do you understand that." replied Pastrini. and without waiting for Fra nz to question him. that when a thing completely surpasses my comprehension. Is supper ready. let us sup. your excellency. "Well. entering.hat's no matter." returned Franz. "which will mak e it still more difficult. and dreamed he was racing all over Rome at Carnival time in a coach with six horses. with that delighted philosophy which believes that nothing is impossible to a full purse or well-lined pocketb ook. it is only a question of h ow much shall be charged for them. that you were too late -." Morcerf then." "Well. slept soundly.there is not a single carriage to be had -. excellency. your Eternal City is a nice sort of place. The next morning Franz woke first. and there are none left but those abs olutely requisite for posting." "Yes. "I feared yesterday. who was desirous of keeping up the dignity of the capital of the Christian world in the eyes of his horses?" he said. "you have guessed it. but from now till Sunday you can have fifty if you please." "There are no horses." "But the carriage and horses?" said Franz.that is. excellency. supped." Albert looked at Franz like a man who hears a reply he d oes not understand. they will come in due season." "What are we to say to this?" asked Franz." . "Be easy. then.

"I will do all I can. who is mine also. the carriage will cost you six piastres a day." The two young men looked at each other with an air of stupefaction. he is an old friend of mine. wit h the smile peculiar to the Italian speculator when he confesses defeat." "Bravo! an excellent idea." "Ah. and that will be your fault. and I hope you will be satisfied. "I came to Rome to see the Carnival. we will give you twelve piastres for to-day. like lawyer's clerks?" "I hasten to comply with your excellencies' wishes. and we shall have complete success." "Do not give yourselves the trouble." "Do your excellencies still wish for a carriage from now to Sunday morning?" "Parbleu!" said Albert. "do you think we are going to run about on foot in the streets of Rome. who has plundered me pretty w ell already." "And. and. there we are sure of obtaining gondolas if w e cannot have carriages." returned Signor Pastrini. I tell you beforehand . it was a hack conveyance which was e levated to the rank of a private carriage in honor of the occasion. a window!" exclaimed Signor Pastrini." "Ah. excellency" -. "Well. though I see it on stilts. and then you will make a good profit." "But. "or I shall go myself and bargain with your affettato re. "do you know what is the best thing we can do? It is to pass the Carnival at Venice. that as I have been four times before at Rome. the devil. "Now go. in spit . but." "And now we understand each other.said Pastrini. I know the prices of all the carriages." cried Albert." said Franz to Albert. there was on ly one left on the fifth floor of the Doria Palace. still striving to gain his point. he will take a less pric e than the one I offer you. tomor row. "I warn you. in the hope of making more out of me. as I am not a millionaire." "When do you wish the carriage to be here?" "In an hour." "In an hour it will be at the door. no." said Morcerf."My friend."utterly impossible. -. and I w ill." sa id Franz. "let us enjoy the present without gloomy forebodings for the future. and that has been let to a R ussian prince for twenty sequins a day. only." returned Franz. and the day after." "At least we can have a window?" "Where?" "In the Corso. We will disguise ourselves as monster pulchinellos o r shepherds of the Landes. you will lose the preference. excellency." An hour after the vehicle was at the door. like the gentleman in the next apartments.

"you had s ome motive for coming here. that is. i t was evident that he was musing over this answer. I do not understand why they travel. his first impulse was to lo ok round him. and your excellencies will do well not to think of that any longer. somewhat piqued. as he had shown him Saint Peter's by day was half-past four." the vehicle was the "carriage. Franz was the "excellency. the young men would have thought themselves happy to h ave secured it for the last three days of the Carnival. The day was passed at Saint Peter's alone. -. ever do travel. and it is done directly. their excellenc ies stretched their legs along the seats." said Albert." cried the cicerone. the carriage approached the palace. there is an end of it. and began accordingly. "I am delighted to have your approbation . if you are on good terms with its frequenters.e of its humble exterior. Suddenly the daylight began to fade away. They sat down to din ner. They returned to the h otel. Men in their sens es do not quit their hotel in the Rue du Helder. " for that reason. "Where do your excellencies wish to go?" asked he. Signor Pastrini had promised them a banquet. at Rom e things can or cannot be done." and the Hotel de Londres was the "palace. the Forum. you have ordered your carriage at eight o'clock precisely?" "I have. at the door Franz ordered the coachman to be ready at eight. "only madmen. At the end of the dinner he entered in person. Franz and Albert descended. you pay double. seeing Franz approach the window. appeared every day on the fashionable walk. and the Cafe de Paris. Franz thought that he came to hear his dinner praised. the Arch of Septimus Severu s. He was to leave the c ity by the Porta del Popolo. or blockheads like us. "To Saint Peter's first." . he gave them a tolerable repas t." It is of course understood that Albert resided in the aforesaid street. "But. and re-enter by the Porta San Giovanni. and dined freq uently at the only restaurant where you can really dine. but at the first words he was in terrupted. their walk on the Boulevard de Gand." The genius for laudation characteristic of the race was in that phrase. which did not seem very clear . "shall I bring the carriage nearer t o the palace?" Accustomed as Franz was to the Italian phraseology." "It is much more convenient at Paris. "Excellency. but it was not for that I came. He wished to show Albert the Colosseum by moonlight. thus they would behold the Colosseum without finding their impression s dulled by first looking on the Capitol. and then to the Colosseum." "That is what all the French say. lighting his cigar." returned Albert. But Alber t did not know that it takes a day to see Saint Peter's. we feel the same pr ide as when we point out a woman whose lover we have been. the Temple of Antoninus and Faustina. and a month to study it . "No. when you are told anything cannot he done." "But. the cicerone sprang into the seat behi nd. skirt the outer wall. yes. may I beg to know what it was?" "Ah. and the Via Sacra. Signor Pastrini remained silent a short time. in his turn interrupting his host's meditations." returned Signor Pastrini. but these words were addressed to him.when anything cannot be done. emitting a volume of smoke and balancing his chair on its h ind legs. Franz took out his watch -." said Pastrini." said Franz." "Did you come to tell us you have procured a carriage?" asked Albert. "Excellency. When we show a friend a city one has already visited.

" "You have never heard his name?" "Never. but had never been able to comprehend them." . having told you this. compared to whom the Decesaris and the Gasparones were mere children. while you." "Once upon a time" -"Well." Signor Pastrini turned toward Franz.he had had a great many French men in his house. who seemed to him the more reasonable of the two. "but that he will not believe what you are going to tell us. Albert. You have told your coachman to leave the city by the Por ta del Popolo. Signor Pastrini. at least. and yet no one believed her." said he gravely. to drive round the walls.and why?" "On account of the famous Luigi Vampa." "I forewarn you. sit down. and re-enter by the Porta San Giovanni? " "These are my words exactly."You intend visiting Il Colosseo." said Franz. "if you look upon me as a liar. then. "you are more susceptible than Cassandra." "Dangerous! -." "Well." "But if your excellency doubt my veracity" -"Signor Pastrini." "What! do you not know him?" "I have not that honor. addressing Franz. Come. that I shall not believe one word of what you are going to tell us. we must do him justice. "Excellency. so proceed. but I can assure you he is quite unknown at Paris." cried Franz. go on." "Impossible!" "Very dangerous." "Pray. and tell us all about this Signor Vampa. it was for your interest I" -"Albert does not say you are a liar. are sure o f the credence of half your audience. "here is a bandit for you at last. to say the least. it is useless for me to say anything." returned Franz. he is a bandit. "he may be very fa mous at Rome. who may this famous Luigi Vampa be?" inquired Albert. -. begin. Signor Pastrini." "Well." "I had told your excellency he is the most famous bandit we have had since the days of Mastrilla. this route is impossible.but I will believe all you s ay." "Now then." "You mean the Colosseum?" "It is the same thing. -. wh o was a prophetess.

" "My dear Albert." asked Franz. we will fill our carriage with pistols. "not make any resistance!" "No. who asks how he can repay so great a service. "that you will go out by one. lighting a second cigar at the fir st. and knows. and to re-enter by the Porta San Giovanni ?" "This." said Albert. hurt at Albert's repeated doubts of the trut h of his assertions. "I do not say this to you. or aqueduct. but I very much doubt your returning by the other. Signor Pastrini's face assum ed an expression impossible to describe. who knows Rome.they should kill me. "here is an admirable adventur e. and proclaim us." returned Signor Pastrini. What could you do against a dozen bandits who spr ing out of some pit. whose courage revolted at the idea of being plundered tam ely." "On your honor is that true?" cried Albert. "Count." The inn-keeper turned to Franz with an air that seemed to say. Luigi Vampa comes to take us. what has this bandit to do with the order I have given the coachman to l eave the city by the Porta del Popolo. and then he spoke to Franz. Signor Pastrini. "that this practice is very convenient for bandits." "My dear fellow. then we merely ask for a carriage and a pair of horses.' of Corneille. "Your friend is decidedly mad. . "Because.we bring him back to Rome. like Curtius and the veiled Horatius. and present him to his holiness the Pope." "What!" cried Albert. muttering some unintellig ible words. for it would be useless. as for us. and that it seems to be due to an arrangement of their own. and doubtless the Roman people will crown us at the Ca pitol. the safety of Rome w as concerned." Albert poured himself out a g lass of lacryma Christi." Whilst Albert proposed this scheme. too. when Horace made that answer. for at Terracina I was plundered even of my hunting-knif e." "Why?" asked Franz. and it would be ridi culous to risk our lives for so foolish a motive. only. "And pray. but to your companion. turning to Franz." replied Signor Pastrini. for he only answered half the question. it is only to gratify a whim. that these things are not to be laughed at." Doubtless Signor Pastrini found this pleasa ntry compromising. which he sipped at intervals. blunderbusses. and double-barrelled g uns. as the only one likely to listen with attention. blunderbusses. and worthy the `Let him die." said Albert. you are not safe fifty yards from the gates. ruin."Well. and we take him -. after nightfall. "where are these pistols. but. "your answer is sublime." "Do you know. and other dea dly weapons with which you intend filling the carriage?" "Not out of my armory. parbleu! -. and we see the Carnival in the carriage. the preservers of their country." returned Franz. and level their pieces at you?" "Eh." "I shared the same fate at Aquapendente. "Your excellency knows t hat it is not customary to defend yourself when attacked by bandits.

motioning Signor Pastrini to seat himsel f. to remain standing!" The host sat down. he was born at Pampinara." said Franz. "I compliment you on it. after having made each of them a respectful bow. with a bow. "that you knew Luigi Vampa when he was a child -. goin g from Ferentino to Alatri."and it cost me 3. of Parisian manufacture. then?" "A young man? he is only two and twenty. and set me f ree. at the moment Signor Pastrini was about to open his m outh. pointing to Albert." said Albert. in order that. and you have seen how peaceful my intentions are. "Peste. "Thanks for the comparison." continued Franz." "So. were quite behind him. fortunately for me. situate d between Palestrina and the lake of Gabri. we may recogniz e him. Is h e a shepherd or a nobleman? -. "now that my companion is quieted. smiling at his friend's susceptibili ty. "Pardieu!" cried Albert." "Let us see the watch." "You could not apply to any one better able to inform you on all these points.young or old? -. "you are not a preacher. "Here it is. Signor Pastrini drew from his fob a magnificent Breguet. but made me a present of a very splendid watch. an d related his history to me. which meant that he was ready to tell them all they wished to know concerning Luigi Vampa." returned th e host." "What do you think of that."Well. "the hero of this history is only two and twenty?" "Scarcely so much." "Let us hear the history." "Is he tall or short?" "Of the middle height -. and Napoleon. he.he too k his watch from his waistcoat pocket -. like Bugaboo John or two and twenty to be thus famous?" "Yes. Albert? -." said Albert. recollected me." said Franz. bearing the name of it s maker.000 francs.he will gain himself a reputation. if we meet him by chance. and a count's coronet. for I knew him when he was a child. not only without ransom. -. Caesar." said Franz." continued Franz. I have its fellow" -. tell me who is this Luigi Vampa. "Go on. and entere d the count's service when he was five years old. and one day that I fell into his hands. his father was also a shepherd . "To what class of society does he belong?" "He was a shepherd-boy attached to the farm of the Count of San-Felice. Signor Pastrini. "Your excellencies permit it?" asked the host.he is still a young man. Alexander. and at his age. Signor Pastrini." returned Albert. who have all made some n oise in the world.tall or short? Describe him.about the same stature as his excellency." said he. "You tell me.

with his knife. Luigi purchased books a nd pencils. One day. The two pia stres that Luigi received every month from the Count of San-Felice's steward. and formed a sort of stylus. Palestrina. in all th eir dreams. every day. The same evening. At the end of three months he had learned to write.tended sheep on a farm near Palestrina. which he sold at Rome. or governor of a province. He applied his imitative powers to everything. ordered his attendant to let him eat with the dom estics. Teresa was lively and gay. and. promising to meet the next morning. he tol d Luigi that he might meet him on his return. astonishe d at his quickness and intelligence. but could never ha ve been bended. With this. This demanded new effort. had commenced. sat down near each other. the famo us sculptor. and thus they grew up together. were expended in ear-rings. he drew on his slate sheep. took a large nail. when the flock was safe at the farm. who sent for the little shepherd. he began to carve all sorts of objects in wood. large. made him read and write before him.that is. and a pe nknife. he came to the curate of Palestrina. The two children met. and always sarcastic. having no other name. and that then he would give him a lesson. and one small. His disposition (always inclined to exact concessions rather than to make them) kept him aloof from all friendships. and descended from the elevation of their dreams to the reality of t heir humble position. let their flocks mingle together. but nothing compared to the first. The curate related the incident to the Count of San-Felice. At the end of thr ee months he had learned to read. Vampa was twelve. and the little shepherd took his lesson out of the priest's breviary. they separated th eir flocks. and that he must profit as much as p ossible by it. a little younger than Vampa -. Teresa alone ruled by a look. The curate. born at Valmontone and was named Teresa. None of the lads of Pampinara. thanks to her friend's genero sity. and which beneath the hand of a man might have broken. So that. heated and sharpened it. Thus. Teresa saw herself rich. for he could not quit his flock. laughed. whe n young. and thus learn to write. who owned a small flock. This was not enough -. when he was seven years old. and givin g themselves up to the wild ideas of their different characters. and the children returned to their respective farms. passing all their time with each other. Every day Luigi led his flock to gra ze on the road that leads from Palestrina to Borgo. which Luigi had carried as far as he could in his solitud e. which yielded beneath the hand of a woman. played. and attended by a train of liveried domestics. And yet their natural disposition revealed itself. was often angry a nd capricious. paper. and asked to be taught to read. When quite a child. like Giotto. The child accepted joyfully. an d the price of all the little carvings in wood he sold at Rome. the little Luigi hastened to the smith at Palestrina. and lived by the wool and the milk. warning him that it would be short. Then. . a word. Beside his ta ste for the fine arts. general of an army. a gesture. The next day they kept their word. necklaces. the little Vampa displayed a most extraordinary precoc ity. but coquettish to excess. and trees. their wishes. was called Borgo.he must now learn to wr ite. and pointed out to him that by the help of a sharp instrument he could trace the letters on a slate. this impetuous character. and Teresa eleven. in the evening they separated the Count of San-Felice's flock from those of Baron Cervetri. The priest had a writing teacher at Rome make three alphabets -. at nine o'clock i n the morning. and their conversations. Vampa saw himself the captain of a vessel. the priest and the boy sat down on a bank by the wayside. The two children grew up together. "A girl of six or seven -. made him a present of pens. and to give him two piastres a month. and conversed together. whe n they had thus passed the day in building castles in the air. one middling. it was thus that Pinelli. he was given to alternating fits of sadness and enthusiasm. she was an orphan. and gold hairpins. The next morning he gathered an armful of pieces of slate and began. at the end of a week he wrote as well with this pen as with the stylus.. Teresa was the most beautiful and the best-attired peasant near Rome. or Valmontone had been able to gain any influence over him or even to become his companion. Then. superbly attired. but the good curate went every day to say mass at a little hamlet to o poor to pay a priest and which. it was somewhat difficult.

as he quitted his earth on some marauding excursion. Sometimes a chief is wanted. but Carlini felt his heart sink. and prowl around his flock. and followed the footsteps of Decesaris and Gasperone. a band of brigands that had established itself in the Lepini mountains began to be much spoken of. In every country w here independence has taken the place of liberty. and they would have preferre d death to a day's separation. often makes him feared. He strove to collect a band of followers. the most extraordinary traits of ferocious daring and brutality were related of him. had crossed the Garigliano. pursued in the Abruzzo. The brigands have never been really extirpated from the neighborhood of Rome. These exploits had gained Luigi considerable reputation. Vampa took the dead animal on his shoulders. but when a chief presents himself he rarely has to wait long for a band of followers. but the wolf had scarcely advanced ten yards ere he was dead. and she is abandoned to their brutality until death relieve s her sufferings. the poor girl extended her arms to him. like Manfred. This. He was spoken of as the mos t adroit. he purchased powder and ball. made a t Breschia. "The celebrated Cucumetto. a young girl belongs first to him who carries her off. calculated wh at change it would require to adapt the gun to his shoulder. For a long time a gun had been the young man's greatest ambition. Teresa was sixteen. Their disappearance at first caused mu ch disquietude. that Teresa o vercame the terror she at first felt at the report. The bandit's laws a re positive. which at once renders him capable of defence or atta ck. When she recogni zed her lover. by rendering its owner terrible. his name was Carlini. the eagle that soared above their heads: and thus he soon became so expert. that grew on the Sabine mo untains. the strongest. where he had carried on a regular war. so beautifully carved that it would have fetched fifteen or twenty piastres . One day he carrie d off a young girl. and. but it was soon known that they had joined Cucumetto. Many young men of Palestrina. should the ransom be refused. and Pampinara had disappeared. and Vampa seventeen. go where he will. However. as he had for three years f . and amused herself by watchi ng him direct the ball wherever he pleased. whom he hoped to surpass. and whose intermingled perfume rises to the heavens. for he but too well knew the fate that awaite d her. however. But nothing could be farther from his thoughts. whose b ranches intertwined. About th is time. driven out of the kingdom of Naples. and believed herself safe . "One evening a wolf emerged from a pine-wood hear which they were usually stati oned. w as nothing to a sculptor like Vampa. because it was known that sh e was beloved by Vampa. the prisoner is hostage for the security of the me ssenger. and had then cast the gun aside. and everything served him for a mar k -. and the most courageous contadino for ten leagues aroun d. the daughter of a surveyor of Frosinone. and carried him to the f arm. Only t heir wish to see each other had become a necessity. a me ssenger is sent to negotiate. From this mome nt Vampa devoted all his leisure time to perfecting himself in the use of his pr ecious weapon. the first desire of a manly he art is to possess a weapon.the trunk of some old and moss-grown olive-tree. And yet the two young people had never declared their af fection. they had grown together like two trees whose roots are mingled. had he chosen to sell it. the fox. he examined the broken stock. Frascati. and made a fresh st ock. and carrying a ball with the precision of an English rifle."One day the young shepherd told the count's steward that he had seen a wolf co me out of the Sabine mountains. When their parents are sufficiently rich to pay a ransom. The steward gave him a gun. This gun had an excellent barrel. no one had ever spoken to her of love. and had taken refuge on the banks of the Amasine between Sonnino and J uperno. Proud of thi s exploit. then the res t draw lots for her. The you ng girl's lover was in Cucumetto's troop. this was what Vampa longed for. the prisoner is irrevocably lost. and although Teresa was universally allowed to be the most beautiful girl of the Sabines. with as much accuracy as if he place d it by hand. After some time Cucumetto became the object of universal attention. as he was a favorite with Cucumetto. but one day the count broke the stock. The man of superio r abilities always finds admirers.

Carlini seized it. Cucumetto rose. laughing. and had carried the maiden off.aithfully served him. He found a young shepherd watching his flo ck. by accident. `To the health of the brave Cucumetto and the fair Rita. `At nine o'clock to-morrow Rita's father wil l be here with the money.' Carlini's teeth clinched convulsively. saying. fell to his side. telling her she was saved. and bade him find a shepherd to send to Rita's father at Frosinone. but his eye vainly sought Rita and Cucumetto among them. advancing towards the other bandits. One of the bandits rose.`It is true. supping off the provisions exacted as contributions from the peasants. he divined the truth. Carlini besought his chief to make an exception in Rita's favor. and how eve ry night. "It so happened that night that Cucumetto had sent Carlini to a village.' said Cucumetto. `are you com ing?' -. then. He inquir ed where they were. and haste ned to the plain to find a messenger. this young girl is charming. and was answered by a burst of laughter. a pistol in e ach hand. to ask for an exception?' -. and as he had saved his life by shooting a dragoon who was about to cut him down. Cucumetto had been there. captain.`I follow you. Now. The moon lighted the group. The natural messengers of the bandits are the shepherds who live between the city and the mountains.' "Cucumetto departed. to inform him what had occurred. The boy undertook th e commission. At the sight of Carlini.his affection for the prisoner. promising to be in Frosinone in less than an hour. but nothing betrayed a hostile design on Ca .' -. since he had been near. made a veil of her picturesque head-dress to hide her face from the lascivious gaze of the bandits. anxious to see his mistress. as her father was rich. Carlini flew jo yfully to Rita.the one with a s mile of lasciviousness on his lips. seized the glass.`You have determined. and that her ransom was fixed at three hundred piastres. and rushed towards the spot whence the cry came. A terrible battle between the two men seemed imminent. He took Cucum etto one side. and cou ld pay a large ransom. he feared lest he should strike him unawares.`It is well. without losing sight of Carlini.' -. and offered him a glass filled with Orvietto. to abandon her to the common law?" said Carlini. doubtless. and announce the joyful intelligence. Aft er a hundred yards he turned the corner of the thicket. and bidding her write to her father. for. A cold perspiration burst from every pore. He found t he troop in the glade. The two brigands looked at each other for a moment -. then. in the meantime.' continued Cucumetto. as he said. while the young girl. Cucumetto seemed to yield to his friend's entreaties. as I am not egotistical. until nine th e next morning.' returned Carlini. "`Now. we will return to our comrades and draw lots for her. the other with the pallor of death on his br ow. they had met in some neighboring ruins. Rita lay between them. between civilized and savage life. He repeated his question. we will have a merry night. "`Why should an exception be made in her favor?' "`I thought that my entreaties' -"`What right have you. There he told the chief all . which had grasped one of the pistols in his belt . so tha t he had been unable to go to the place of meeting. he hoped the chief would have pity on him. "`Well.`But never mind. Twelve hours' delay was all that was granted -. and does credit to your taste. Carlini returne d. any more than the rest. `sooner or later your turn will come. his hand. seated at the foot of a huge pine that stoo d in the centre of the forest.' At this moment Carlini hea rd a woman's cry. and his hair stood on end. broke it across the fa ce of him who presented it. ho wever. The instant the letter was written. `have you executed your commission?' "`Yes.' -. he found Rita senseless in the arms of Cucumetto.that is. their promises of mutual fidelity.' said Cucumetto. but by degrees Carlin i's features relaxed.

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

while with the other he tore open his vest.' The old man spoke not. Then t hey knelt on each side of the grave. therefore I slew her. `what hast thou done?' and he gazed with terror on Rita. and the two young people had agreed to be married when Vampa should be twenty and Teresa nineteen years of age. `That is very annoying. They had seen no one. That astonishment cea sed when one of the brigands remarked to his comrades that Cucumetto was station ed ten paces in Carlini's rear when he fell.`Cucumetto had violated thy daughter. touched the trigger. and had only their employers' leave to ask.' said the old man. three of them appeared to be looking for the fugitive. and gav e the word to march. however. These were the firs t tears the man of blood had ever wept. The young girl trembled very much at hearing the stories. which had been a lready sought and obtained. The three carbineers looked about car efully on every side. and then suddenly a man came out of the wood. and then the lover. they placed her in the grave. Vampa. Cucumetto aroused his men. hastened to the stone that closed up the entrance to their grotto. near which the two young persons used to graze their floc ks.' -.' and withdrawing the knife from the wound in Rita's bosom. and soon appeare d to sleep as soundly as the rest. the other the feet. in a retreat unknown to every one. from Fondi to Perusia. `Now. and. extending his hand. for t . `if I have done wrongly. and the bird fell de ad at the foot of the tree. One day when they were talking over their plans for the future. pale and blo ody. drew it away.' Carlini fetched two pickaxes. He then took an oath of bitter vengeance over the dead body of the one and the tomb of the other. Carlini was k illed. but there is an innate sympathy between the Roman brigand and the Roman pe asant and the latter is always ready to aid the former. and said the prayers of the dead.`Thou hast done well!' return ed the old man in a hoarse voice. appeared on the edge of the wood. my son. `embrace me.replied Carlini. He found the old man suspended from one of the branches of the oak which shaded hi s daughter's grave. "These narratives were frequently the theme of conversation between Luigi and T eresa. until the grave was fi lled. began to questio n them. `I thank you. the father kissed her first. a knife buried in her bosom. anticipated it. He went toward the place where he had left him. But Carlini would not quit the forest. Then. rejoined his comrades. I command you. perched on some dead branch. Then. for she would have served as the sport of the whole band. `aid me to bury my child.' continued Carlini. tapping the butt of his good fowling-piece. There was some surprise. On the morning of the departure fro m the forest of Frosinone he had followed Carlini in the darkness. each more singular than the other.`Leave me. avenge her. and hurried towards them. and the father and the lover began to dig at the foot of a huge oak. s obbing like a child. in an encounter with the Roman carbineers. Thus.`Yet' -. while the four th dragged a brigand prisoner by the neck. they cast the earth over the corpse. which threw i ts ball so well. he exclaimed. They told ten other s tories of this bandit chief. Time passed on. my son. made a sign to the fugitive to take refuge there. whe n they had finished. into the arms of his mistress's father. folded himself in his cloak. and if that did not restore her courage. took aim. that. and now leave me alone. Instantly afterwards four carbineers. he should have received a ball between his shoulders. f or two days afterwards. but Vampa reass ured her with a smile. They were both orphans.e old man.' said the brigadier. An hour before daybreak. the old man said. `No w. without knowing what had become of Rita's father. can you conceal me?' They knew full well that this fugitive must be a ba ndit. But he was unable to complete this oath. on horseback. afterward s. without saying a word. and galloping up. as he was with his face to the en emy. -. It had been resolved the night before to chan ge their encampment. A ray of moonlight poured through the trees.' Carl ini obeyed. they heard two or three reports of firearms.' sa id the bandit. one taking the head. When he came within hearing. -. and heard thi s oath of vengeance. When the grave was formed. `I loved her. and then went and resumed his seat by Ter esa. and grew pale as death. `I am p ursued. he held it out to the old man with one ha nd. -. closed the stone upon him. like a wise man.' Carlini threw himself. saw the young peasants. every one trembles at the name of Cucumetto. beneath which the young girl was to repose. he pointed to a crow. a nd lighted up the face of the dead.

`and as his head is valued at a thousand Roman c rowns.`Cucumetto?' cried Luigi and Teresa at the same moment. father?' sai d Carmela.she was in the costume of the wome n of Frascati.' The two young persons exchanged looks. "Cucumetto was a cunning fiend. but thousands of colored lanterns were suspended from the trees in the garden. Five hundred Roman crowns are three thousand lire. and Cucumett o came out. but there was one lady wanting. and very soon the palace overflowed to the terraces. and Sora. `Will you allow me. and guessed the subject of their parley.' "Then the carbineers scoured the country in different directions. then. that she and he might be present amongst the servants of the house. as to Teresa. pausing several times on his way. with large embroidered flowers. This was granted. "`Yes. and the buttons of her corset were of jewels. On the evening of the ball Teresa was attired in her best. her apron of Indian muslin. or those of her companions. "The festa was magnificent. The time of the Carnival was at hand. they disappeared. The brigadier had a moment's hope. were brilliant with gold and jewels. Four young men of the richest and noblest families of Ro me accompanied them with that Italian freedom which has not its parallel in any other country in the world. He had read in the countenances of Luigi and Teresa their steadfast resolution not to s urrender him. But Vampa raised his head proudly. Vampa then removed the stone. They were attired as peasants of Albano. C ivita-Castellana. Carmela lo oked all around her. and he returned to the forest. At each cross-path was an orchestra. and tables spread with refreshments.' -. the pins in her hair were of gold and diamonds. the guests stopped. The Count of San-Felice announced a grand masked ball. The ball was given by the Count fo r the particular pleasure of his daughter Carmela. it is very annoying. and danced in any part of the grounds th ey pleased. her bodice and skirt were of cashme re. "Carmela wished to form a quadrille. and the terraces to the gardenwalks. "`Yes. whom he adored. and had assumed the form of a brigand instead o f a serpent. there would have been five hundred for you.' said Vampa. after a time. but not one of the guests had a costume similar to her own. Luigi asked pe rmission of his protector. as they had leave to do. not only was the villa brilliantly illuminated. `are we not in Carnival time?' -Carmela turned towards the young man who was talking with her. who was hanging on Luigi's arm in a group of peasants. Carmela was p recisely the age and figure of Teresa. -. and three thousand lire are a fortune for two poor orphans who are going to be married. and this look from Teresa showed to him that she was a worthy daugh ter of Eve. and he drew from his pocket a purse full of gold. Through the crevices in the granite he had seen the two young peasan ts talking with the carbineers.he man we are looking for is the chief. and gayest glass beads. Luigi wore the very picturesque garb of the Roman peasant at holi day time. Carmela was attired like a woman of Sonnino. with the servants and peas ants. the steward.`Certainly.' replied the brigadier. but in vain. and saying a few . Velletri. to which all that were distinguished in Rome were invited. `but we have not seen him. and the other a s a woman of La Riccia. und er the pretext of saluting his protectors. Several days elapsed. like those of the young women. The Count of San-Felice pointed out Teresa. Her cap was embroidered with pearls. which he offered to them. the one as a woman of Nettuno. -. Teresa had a great desire to see this ball. her eyes sparkled whe n she thought of all the fine gowns and gay jewellery she could buy with this pu rse of gold. her most brilliant orna ments in her hair. We need hardly add that these peasant costumes. Tw o of her companions were dressed. and they neithe r saw nor heard of Cucumetto. They both mingled. and Teresa was as handsome as Carmela. formed quadrilles.' replied the count. if you had helped us to catch him. her girdle was of Turkey silk.

-"`Teresa. Carmela alone objecting to it. The young man looked. and if she were e nvious of the Count of San-Felice's daughter. what were you thinking of as you danced opposite the young Countess o f San-Felice?' -. and then thrilled through his whole body. Luigi slowly relinquished Teresa's a rm. "Luigi felt a sensation hitherto unknown arising in his mind. she did not know. and without having done anything wrong. that she acceded. had dazzled her eyes wit h its sinister glare. he took Tere sa quite away. the exact and strict costume of Teresa had a very different character from that of Carmela and her companions. although Teresa listened timidly and with downcast eyes to the conversation of her caval ier. `that I would give half my life for a costume such as she wore. with all the frankness of her nature. half drawn from its sheath. pointed with her finger to Teresa. and not a word escaped his lips the rest of the eveni ng.' replied the young girl.`I thought. it seemed as if the whole world was turning rou nd with him. but when she looked at the agitated countenan ce of the young man. and Teresa. yet fully comprehended that Luig i was right in reproaching her.words to him. Teresa might escape him. He followed with his eye each movement of Teresa and her cavalier. he clutched with one hand the branch of a tree against which he was leaning. half by persuasion a nd half by force. soon recovered herself. once e ven the blade of his knife. who could not refuse his assent. but this is not all. and. he said. that Luigi ha d not felt the strength to support another such trial. Teresa felt a flush pass over her face. and then went to Teresa. It was like an ac ute pain which gnawed at his heart. which he had held beneath his own. but the Count of San-F elice besought his daughter so earnestly. when their hand s touched. Teresa was endowed with all those wild graces which are so much more potent than our affected and studi ed elegancies. bowed in obedience. and it was evident there was a grea t demand for a repetition. and the gates of the villa were closed on them for the festa in-doors. and as he left her at her home. in the eyes of an artist. Why. at first timid and scared. However. but yet she did not the l ess feel that these reproaches were merited. Certainly. we will not undertake to say that Carmela was not jealous of her. the cashme re waist-girdles. and with the other convulsively grasped the dagger with a carved handle which wa s in his belt. accompanied by her elegant ca valier. Then fearing that his paroxysm might get the better of hi m. influenced by her ambitions and coquettish disposition. it was almost tremblingly that she resumed her lover 's arm. She had almost all the honors of the quadrille. and which. Teres a had yielded in spite of herself. she looked at Luigi. he felt as though he should swoon.' . and invited her to dance in a quadrille dire cted by the count's daughter. One of the cavaliers then hastened to invite Teresa. When they spoke. all dazzled her. The truth was. every pulse beat with violence. and where Luigi await ed her. and all the voices of hell were whispering in his ears ideas of mur der and assassination. Twice or thrice during the dance the young girl had glanced at Luigi. without whom it was impossible for the quadrill e to be formed. an d each time she saw that he was pale and that his features were agitated. but the young girl had disappeared. Luigi was jealous! He felt that. We have said that Teresa was handsome. to Teresa's great astonish ment. and the reflection of sapphires and diamonds almost turned her giddy brain. She herself was not exempt from internal e motion. "The young peasant girl. took her appointed place with much agitation in the aristocratic quadril le. The quadrille had been most perfect. Luigi remained mute. an d it seemed as though a bell were ringing in his ears. he drew from the scabbard from time to ti me. And with overpowering compliments her handsome c avalier led her back to the place whence he had taken her. as Luigi could read in the ardent looks of the good-looking young man that his language was that of praise. unwittingly. and Tere sa was frivolous and coquettish. and thus the embroidery and muslins. Thus. she understood by his silence and trembling voice that some thing strange was passing within him. he had removed Teresa toward another part of the garden. When the chill of the night had driven away the guests from the gardens.

and on a chair at the side was laid the res t of the costume. made by Luigi. on a rustic table. Teresa followed him with her eyes into the darkness as long as sh e could.`And I replied."`And what said your cavalier to you?' -. who was going from Palestrina to Tivoli. Awakene d in the night by the light of the flames. as if uncertain of his road.' said Luigi. An entire wing of the villa was burnt down. and.the loss occasioned by the conflagration was to him but a trifle. darted into the grotto. and with superhuman skill and strength conveyed he r to the turf of the grass-plot. she went into the house with a sigh. a nd showed Teresa the grotto. wrapped hersel f in a dressing-gown.' replied the young girl. you shall have it!' "The young girl. made that appear to him rather a favor of providence than a real misfortune. "Very well.' said Luigi. much astonished. had m . He came toward Teresa in high spirits. Luigi was not mistaken.and the marvellous manner in which she had escape d. raised her head to look at him. you shall have it. As Luigi spoke thus . Lu igi took her arm beneath his own. whose astonishment increased at every word uttered by Luigi. `Do you desire it as ardently as you say?' -. ` Go into the grotto and dress yourself. where she fainted. `but o f course your reply was only to please me. "Teresa uttered a cry of joy. at the usual hour. he put his horse into a gallop and advanced toward him. `Teresa. calling for help as loudly as she could.`Yes . which was natural to her when she was not excited or in a passion. she on her part assumed a sm iling air.' "`He was right. but his face was so gloomy and terrible that her words froze to her lips. but the corridor by w hich she hoped to fly was already a prey to the flames. When she recovered. As the count was immensely rich. seized her in his arms. as long as Carmela w as safe and uninjured? Her preserver was everywhere sought for.' At these words he drew away the stone. were spread out the pearl necklace and the diamond pins. a young peasant jumped into the cha mber. he left her. Luigi pushed the stone behind her.' replied Teresa with astonishment.`Well.' -.' -. and thus presenting against the blue sk y that perfect outline which is peculiar to distant objects in southern climes. due. but what of that. "The next day. Carmela was greatly troub led that she had not recognized him. to the imprudence of som e servant who had neglected to extinguish the lights. and led her to the door of the grotto. Luigi arrived first. perceiving that there was something extraordinary. look ed at him steadfastly. for on the crest of a small adjacent hill wh ich cut off the view toward Palestrina. Then he paused. when suddenly her window. Teresa."' -. -. but seeing Luigi so cheerful. and attempted to escape by the door. which was twenty feet from the ground. her fath er was by her side. the two young peasants were on the borders of the forest. then. excepting the danger Carmela had run. without inquiring whence this attire came.`Yes. offering her assistance. transformed into a dressing-room. When he saw Luigi. o r even thanking Luigi. The young girl. The traveller. `but I was mad to utter such a wish. he was inquired after.' said Luigi proudly. but no one had seen him. All the servants surrounded her. which burnt on each s ide of a splendid mirror. and when he had quite disappeared.' -. he saw a traveller on horseback. The Villa of San-Felice to ok fire in the rooms adjoining the very apartment of the lovely Carmela. and I had only one word to say. `yesterday evening you told me you would give all the world to have a costume similar to that of the count's daught er.`He said it only depended on myself t o have it. The young g irl was very pensive. was opened. no doubt. and see med to have completely forgotten the events of the previous evening. She then returned to her room. stoppin g a moment. -. "That night a memorable event occurred. but he did not a ppear.' "`I have promised no more than I have given you. lighted up by two wax lights. she sprang out of bed.`Yes.

who seemed used to this difference b etween the servility of a man of the cities and the pride of the mountaineer. but as at a distance of a quarter o f a mile the road again divided into three ways. it is hardly worth a piastre. then he put the butt of his carbine to his shoulder.' "`What is your name?' inquired the traveller.' said the traveller. The c ry proceeded from the grotto. This man. with an air as majestic as that of an emperor. and now you cannot again m istake.' replied the she pherd. the man was at least two hundred paces in advance of him. `take these two Venetian sequins and give them to your bride. Luigi th rew his cloak on the ground. "Sinbad the Sailor. "Proceed!" said he to the host. took aim at the ravisher. to make herself a pair of earrings. -. `I render a service. The name of Sinba d the Sailor.' -. "it is a very pretty name. but the man lay .`Luigi Vampa. `but then the obligation will be on my side. as Nessus. and there was not a chance of overtaking him.`And here is your recompense." -. The young girl rose instantly. accept a gift.' said Luigi. "Yes. He listened to know whence this sound could proceed. the young man directed him. I do not sell it. He cast his eyes around him and saw a man carrying off Teresa. the centaur. Va mpa measured the distance. placed his carbine on his shoulder. and he fell with Teresa in his arms.' replied the traveller. Three cries for help came more distinctly to his ear.`Well.' "`And then do you take this poniard. I must confess. awakened in him a world of recollections.' -. with the same air as he would have replied.' "`I accept it. who was hastening towards the wood."That is your road.' -. On arriving there. h e thought he heard a cry. As he came within two or three hundred paces of the grotto.' answered the traveller. yes. he begged Luigi to be his guide. he stretched his hand towards that one of the roads which the travel ler was to follow. for this poniard is worth more than two sequins. followed him for a second in his tra ck. carried Dejanira. The ravisher stopped suddenly. King of Macedon. "`Thank you. "that was the name which the traveller gave to Vam pa as his own.`I. a s if his feet had been rooted to the ground.' said the young herdsman. In ten minutes Luigi and the traveller reached the cross-roads. . `i f you refuse wages." he said. and then fired. drawing back his hand. and freed from his heavy covering. preceded the traveller with the rapid step of a mountaineer.' -. but for me. and slowly returned by th e way he had gone. that is anot her thing.`Then.Franz said no more. and the adventures of the gentleman of that name amused me very much in my youth." replied the narrator. and what may you have to say against this name?" inquired Albert. "Vampa put the two sequins haughtily into his pocket. his knees bent under him.'" Franz d'Epinay started with surprise. you will.' said the traveller.`For a dealer perhaps . A moment afterwards he thought he heard his own name pronounced distinctly. `am called Sinbad the Sailor. who engraved it myself. cocking his carbine as he went. excellency. Alexander.istaken his way. -. He bounded like a chamois." "Well.`And yours?' -.`Ah.' said the traveller. The young shepherd stopped. as had the name of the Count of Monte Cristo on the previous evening. was already three-quarters of the way on the road from the grotto to the forest. `you will not fi nd one better carved between Albano and Civita-Castellana. and in a moment reached the summit of a hill opposite to that on which he had perceived the traveller. perhaps. which a horse can scarcely keep up with. offering the youn g herdsman some small pieces of money.' -. and on reaching these the trave ller might again stray from his route. as may well be supposed.

At t he end of this time they had reached the thickest of the forest. when the ball. garters of de erskin. Suddenly. emeralds. had also wounded his betrothed. it is no w my turn to dress myself. and believed he at lengt h had her in his power. and she had dro pped on her knees. -.`Then take my ar m.`To the world's end. Teresa. and recognized Cucumetto.' said he -.`Not another step. with ear-rings and necklace of pearls. led into a deep gorge. but as she saw him advance with even step and composed countenance. for he appeared to her at this moment as handsome. A t the end of a quarter of an hour Vampa quitted the grotto. They went towards the for est. seemed. had pierced his heart. He wore a vest of garnet-colored velvet. whatever it may be?' -.' -. a Roman scarf tied round his neck. When Luigi had assured himself that she was safe and unharmed. no longer able to restrain her alarm. clad in a cashmere grown. and pressed closely against her guide. and red and green silk. he turned towards the wounded man. that path to Avernus of which Virgil spea ks.' "Teresa was clothed from head to foot in the garb of the Count of San-Felice's daughter. -. raising his hand with a gesture of disdain. proud.`I am Luigi Vamp . about ten paces from them. He would. but he knew his path by looking at the trees and bushes. which.`What. and soon entered it. while in her turn Teresa remained outside. Suddenly Vampa turned toward his mistress: -. we have no time to lose. and profiting by the moment when her lover had left her alone. on the contrary.`Ah. and a smile of pride pas sed over his lips. a nd it was fright alone that had overcome Teresa. he would have seen a strange thing.' he said to Teresa.' -. -. Teresa had become alarmed at the wild and deserted look of the plain around her. whi le Teresa. his costume was no l ess elegant than that of Teresa. and would have declared. and threw a hesitati ng glance at the dead body over the shoulder of her lover. dared not approach the slain ruffian but by degrees. and button s of sapphires.`Who are you?' inquired the sentinel. His eyes remained open and menacing. a silk waistcoat covered with embroidery. not uttering a syllable. while.`Oh. diamond pins. sky-b lue velvet breeches. Fortunately. a man advanced from behind a tree and aimed at Vampa. and his hair on end in the sweat of death. fastened above the knee with diamond buckles. bu t for the difficulties of its descent. his mouth in a spasm of agony. `or you are a dead ma n. -. on reaching Paris . Vampa took this wild road.The young girl did so without que stioning her lover as to where he was conducting her. then. and a hat whereon hung ribbons of all colors. for at ten paces from the dying man her legs had failed her. If a second traveller had passed. and a splendid poniard was in his bel t. yes!' exclaimed the young girl enthusiastically .a shepherdess watching her flock. with b uttons of cut gold. and powerful as a god. a cartridge-box worked with gold. with clinched hands.on the earth struggling in the agonies of death. He had assumed the entire costume of Cucumetto. The young man saw the effect produced on his betrothed. she endeavored to repre ss her emotion. We need scarcely say that all the paths of the mountai n were known to Vampa. and had sworn she should be his. so that the young man feared that the ball that had brought d own his enemy.' said Vampa. and let us on. or Schnetz. `do wolve s rend each other?' -. A torrent. shuddering in every limb. two watches hung from his girdle. whos e bed was dry. clung closely to him. had carried her off. have believed that he had returned to the times of Florian.`Now. Vampa gazed on him for a moment without betr aying the slightest emotion. he therefore went forward without a moment's hesitation. Teresa uttered a cry of admiration. Vampa took Cucumetto's body in his arms and conveyed it to the grotto. and rubies.' -. and shadowed by the tufted umbrage of the pines. Vampa then rushed towards Tere sa. directed by the unerring skill of the you ng herdsman. he had been enamoured of Teresa. enclosed between two ridges. good! You are dressed. although there was no beaten track. no doubt.' he said. From the day on which the bandit had been sav ed by the two young peasants. `are you ready to share my fortu ne. she was unscathed. and thus they kept on advancing for nearly an hour and a half.`And follow me wherever I go?' -. worked with a thousand arabesques. Vampa approached the corpse. that he had met an Alpine shepherdess seated at the foot of the Sabine Hill. He had just e xpired. From that time he had watched them.`good. Vampa in this attire resembled a painting by Leopold Robert. -.

he blows out the pri soner's brains with a pistol-shot. th e fishermen of the Tiber. `you may now go on.Vampa smiled disdain fully at this precaution on the part of the bandit. The retreat of Rocca Bianca w as at the top of a small mountain. Pampinara. go first.' -. -. then they pursue him. whether he gives eight hours.' -.`I would speak wi th your companions who are in the glade at Rocca Bianca.`What has he t o say?' inquired the young man who was in command in the chief's absence. -. and he is on the open sea. `or. he reappears suddenly at Albano. and cont inued to advance with the same firm and easy step as before. went before Teresa. turning towards his friend. Guanouti.` Welcome!' cried several bandits from Ferrusino. "And you say that Signor Vampa exercises his profession at this moment in the e nvirons of Rome?" "And with a boldness of which no bandit before him ever gave an example. as you know your way. and the smugglers of the coast. they follow him on the waters.a. `Here is a young man who seeks and wishes to speak to you. -. -. then.' was Vampa's reply. vice Cucumetto deceased. or La Riccia.`I wish to say that I am tired of a shepherd's life.`And what may that be?' inquired the bandits with astonishment." replied Albert.`I have killed your chief.' said the sentinel.`I come to ask to be your captain. "and never had an existence.Luigi and Teresa again set forwar d. or Monte Cristo. The two young persons obeyed." said Franz." inquired Franz of his companion.' said the sentinel. Then t he bandit thrice imitated the cry of a crow. It depends on the distance he may be from the c ity.' -. and all at once found themselves in the presence of twenty bandits. he has a good understanding with the shepherds in the plains." "Well. you see. and when they hunt for him there. I understand." replied Franz. if the money is not forthcoming. At the end of ten m inutes the bandit made them a sign to stop. whose dress I now wear. `and you seek admittance into our ranks?' -. a croak answered this signal. who had r ecognized Luigi Vampa. Cucumetto. and he is on the waters. at Giglio.`Follow me.' -.' said the young man. my dear landlord. and that s ettles the extinct volcano before the days when Remus and Romulus had deserted Al ba to come and found the city of Rome. Tivoli. -." "Then the police have vainly tried to lay hands on him?" "Why.' said the lieutenant. Albert. "what think you of citizen Luigi Vampa?" "I say he is a myth." "And what may a myth be?" inquired Pastrini.`What do you want?' -. and when that time has elapsed he allows another hour's grace. or plants his dagger in his heart. Teresa and Luigi reached the summit. my dear Albert.' -." "Well. -. and Anagni. and he has suddenly taken refuge in the i slands.`G ood!' said the sentry. "are you still disposed to go ." "And how does he behave towards travellers?" "Alas! his plan is very simple. which no doubt in former days had been a volc ano -. shepherd of the San-Felice farm. as they went on Teresa clung tremblingly to her lover at the sight of weapons and the glistening of carbines through the trees. At the six tieth minute of this hour. twelve hours.`Yes.`Ah. -. The bandits shouted w ith laughter. but I came to ask something more than to be your companion.' A n hour afterwards Luigi Vampa was chosen captain. "The explanation would be too long. They seek for him in t he mountains. and I set fire to the villa San-Felice to procure a wedding-dress for my betrothed. `And what have you done to aspire to this honor?' demanded the lie utenant. or a day wherein to pay their r ansom.

your excellencies?" "By the streets." said Franz. then. which had even deviated from its course and touched at Porto-Vecchio for the sole purpose of landing them. through the various openings of which the pale moonlight played and flickered like the unearthly gleam from the eyes of the wandering dead. who seizes upon you directly you set foot in your hotel . by the streets!" cried the Colosseum by the outer wall?" "Quite so. Civita-Vecchio. they had paid two conducto rs. however. the two young men went down the s taircase. beside s the ordinary cicerone.that of leaving Franz at full liberty to indulge his deep reverie upon the subject of Signor Pastrini's story." "By the Porta del Popolo or by the streets. he continued to ponder over the singular history he had so lately listened to. and got into the carriage." So saying. found themselves opposite a cicerone. The usual guide from the hotel having followed them. Franz bethought him of having heard his singular enter tainer speak both of Tunis and Palermo. the travellers would find themselves d irectly opposite the Colosseum. so unexpected was his appearance. and Gaeta. But however the mind of the young man might be absorbed in these reflections. almost to each part of a monument. nor is it possible. "the coach is ready. Chapter 34 The Colosseum. and never quits you while you remain in the city. and lighting his third cigar. Seated with folded arms in a corner of the carriage. "if the way be picturesque. Th e road selected was a continuation of the Via Sistina. and that was the mysterious sort of intimacy that seemed to exist betw een the brigands and the sailors. at Rome. morbleu." "Well. abundantly prov ed to him that his island friend was playing his philanthropic part on the shore s of Piombino. Ostia. and a coachman appeared. and Pastrini's account of Vampa's having found refuge on board the vessels of smugglers and fishermen. proving thereby how largely his circle o f acquaintances extended. so that no preliminary impression interfered to mi tigate the colossal proportions of the gigantic building they came to admire." said he. rising. and further. arriving at a satisfactory reply to any of them. to avoid this abundant supply of guides. in which his mysterious host of Monte Cristo was so strangely mixed up. who appeared to have spr ung up from the ground. I thought you had more courage." said Albert. One fact more than the rest brought his friend "Sinbad the Sailor" back to his reco llection. The carriage stopped near the Meta Sudans. there is also a special cice rone belonging to each monument -. my dear fellow. that during the ride to the Colosseum they pass ed not a single ancient ruin.nay. It ma . "let us to the Colosseum. "Excellencies." The clock struck nine as the door opened." said Albert. the door was opened. Franz had so managed his route. t hey were at once dispersed at the sight of the dark frowning ruins of the stupen dous Colosseum. then by cutting off the r ight angle of the street in which stands Santa Maria Maggiore and proceeding by the Via Urbana and San Pietro in Vincoli. e agerly alighting. This itinerary possessed another great advantage . "reall y. -. The very name assumed by his host of Monte Cr isto and again repeated by the landlord of the Hotel de Londres. "Ah. and to ask himself an interminable number of questions touching its various circ umstances without. Tuscany . as on those of Corsica. reminded Franz of the t wo Corsican bandits he had found supping so amicably with the crew of the little yacht. and the young men. and Spain.

y. as a matter of course. at which time the vast proportions of the building appear twice as large when viewed by the mysterious beams of a southern moonlit sky. than. and the wonders of Babylon be talke d of no more among us. but the hesitat ion with which he proceeded. and. and finishing with Caesar 's "Podium. Albert had already made seven or eight similar excursions to the Colos seum. but it see med to him that the substance that fell gave way beneath the pressure of a foot. through which might be seen the blue vault of heaven. was duly and dee ply touched with awe and enthusiastic admiration of all he saw. be easily imagined there is no scarcity of guides at the Colosseum . like Franz. and as regularly followed by them. who. pre ferred the enjoyment of solitude and his own thoughts to the frivolous gabble of the guides. and the many voices of Fame spread far and wide the surpassing meri ts of this incomparable monument. resembling. which permitted him to enjoy a full and u ndisturbed view of the gigantic dimensions of the majestic ruin. for the figure of a man was distinctly visible to Franz. Franz had remained for nearly a quarter of an hour perfectly hidden by the shad ow of the vast column at whose base he had found a resting-place. whose rays are sufficiently clear and vivid to light the h orizon with a glow equal to the soft twilight of an eastern clime. and from whenc e his eyes followed the motions of Albert and his guides. to his credit be i t spoken. but dragged the unconsciou s visitor to the various objects with a pertinacity that admitted of no appeal. which Martial thus eulogizes: "Let Memphis cease to b oast the barbarous miracles of her pyramids. The stranger thus presenting himself was probably a person who. with the Lions' Den. had emerged from a vomitarium at the opposite extremity of the Co losseum. and. it would have been so much the more difficult to break their bo ndage. and also that some one. that wonder of all ages. pos ." As for Albert and Franz. then. thickly studded with stars. abandoning Albert to the guides (who would by no means yield their prescriptive right of carrying their victims through the routine re gularly laid down. which had. B y a sort of instinctive impulse. convinced Franz that he expected the arrival of some person. while his less favored companion trod for the first time in his life the c lassic ground forming the monument of Flavius Vespasian. to escape a jargon and mechanical survey of the wonders by which he was surrounded. leaving the m to follow their monotonous round. as they glided along. stopping and listening with anxious attention at ev ery step he took."). About ten feet from the spot where he and the stranger were. was approaching the spot where he sat. beginning. All at once his ear ca ught a sound resembling that of a stone rolling down the staircase opposite the one by which he had himself ascended. gradual ly emerging from the staircase opposite. the young men made no attempt at resistance. and then again disappeared down the steps conducting to the seats reser ved for the Vestal virgins. his mind. the roof had given way. Scarcely. Thus. had the reflective Franz walked a hundred steps beneath the interior por ticoes of the ruin. Around this opening. leaving a large round opening. and immediately opposite a large aperture. seated himself at the foot of a column. the refore. There was nothing remarkable in the circum stance of a fragment of granite giving way and falling heavily below. some restless shad es following the flickering glare of so many ignes-fatui. And his appearance had nothing extraordinary in it. Franz ascended a half-dilapidated staircase. all must bow to the superiority of the gigantic labor of the Caesars. and. and more especially by moonlight. but blin dly and confidingly surrendered themselves into the care and custody of their co nductors. who endeavored as much as possible to prevent his foots teps from being heard. holding torches i n their hands. therefore. indeed. they essayed not to escape from their ciceronian tyran ts. upon which the moon was at that moment pouring a full tide of silvery brightness. even amid the glib loquacity of the guides. as the guides alone are permitted to visit these monuments with torches i n their hands. and certainly no adequate notion of these stupendous ruins can be formed save by such as have vi sited them. Franz withdrew as much as possible behind his p illar. Conjecture soon be came certainty.

and the stranger began to sh ow manifest signs of impatience. Angelo. thrown o ver his left shoulder. then. From the imperfect means Franz had of judging. and I give him so much a year to let me k now what is going on within his holiness's castle. no one knows what may happen. what did you glean?" "That two executions of considerable interest will take place the day after tomorrow at two o'clock. in the Roman dialect.sibly. I shou ld have felt quite sure that the delay was not occasioned by any fault of yours. served likewise to mask the lower part of his countenance . ten o'clock his just struck on the Lateran.* he is an atrocious villain. shed their refulgent beams on feet ca sed in elegantly made boots of polished leather. grew a quantity of creeping plants. Beppo is employed in the prison. and glided down by their help to within three or four feet of the ground. and I had an immense deal of trouble befo re I could get a chance to speak to Beppo. like so many waving strings. and so help me out of prison. Perhaps some of these days I may b e entrapped. -." said the man. . over which descended fashionabl y cut trousers of black cloth. is p oor Peppino. like poor Peppino and may be very glad to have some little nibbling mouse to gnaw the meshes of my net. whose delicate green branches stood out in bold relief against the clear azure of the firmament. One of the culprits will be mazzolato. He wore a large brown mantle. T he other sufferer is sentenced to be decapitato. although his dres s was easily made out.that the person whom he was thus watching certainly belonged to no infe rior station of life. whil e large masses of thick. "but I don't thin k I'm many minutes after my time. he grasped a floating mass of thickly matted boughs. Some few minutes had elapsed. The man who had performed this daring act with so much indifference wore the Transtevere costume. for ages permitted a free entrance to the brilliant moonbeams that now il lumined the vast pile.** and he." "Indeed! You are a provident person. as is customary at Rome at the commencement of all great festivals. and th en leaped lightly on his feet. The lower part of his dress was more distinctly visible by the bright rays of the moon. as his eye caught s ight of him in the mantle." replied the stranger in purest Tuscan. he could only come to one conclu sion. entering through the broken ceiling. I see. w hich." "Briefly. and almost immediately a dark shadow seemed to obstruct the flo od of light that had entered it. one fold of which. and the figure of a man was clearly seen gazing with eager scrutiny on the immense space beneath him." "Why. your excellency. "'tis I who am too soon. "I came here direct from the Castle of St." * Knocked on the head. w ho murdered the priest who brought him up. when a slight noise was heard outside the apert ure in the roof. ** Beheaded. and deserves not the smallest pity. while the upper part was completely hidden by his broad-brimmed hat. and hung floating to and fro." "Say not a word about being late. that rendered it impossible to distinguish his features." "And who is Beppo?" "Oh. But even if you had caused me to wait a little while." said the man. you see. "I beg your excellency's pardon for keeping you waiting. " "Your excellency is perfectly right in so thinking. The person whose m ysterious arrival had attracted the attention of Franz stood in a kind of half-l ight. strong fibrous shoots forced their way through the chas m.

that I would do more single-handed by the means of gol d than you and all your troop could effect with stilettos. but rely upon my obtaining the reprieve I seek. pistols. and. by which means. I should hate and despise myself as a coward did I desert the b rave fellow in his present extremity. Take what precautions you please. he is simply sentenced to be guillotined . in case your excellency should fail. drive back the guard. another skilfully placed 1." "Perhaps I am. who. who has got into this scrape solely from h aving served me. I will so advantageously bestow 2. my good fellow. an d blunderbusses included." "But Peppino did not even belong to my band: he was merely a poor shepherd. there can be no harm in myself and party being in readiness. But mark the dist inction with which he is treated. and convinces me that my scheme is far better than yours.000 piastres. and during that y ear. and have no fears for the resu lt. but one thing I have resolved on. and carry off the prisoner." said the man in the cloak. suddenly expressing himself in Frenc h. instead of being knocked on the head as you wo uld be if once they caught hold of you." "None whatever." "At least." "And do you feel sure of succeeding?" "Pardieu!" exclaimed the man in the cloak. and there is a spectacle to please every spectator. with such extreme fear." "That seems to me as hazardous as uncertain. that they are glad of all opp ortunity of making an example." "Without reckoning the wholly unexpected one I am preparing to surprise them wi th. by the assist ance of their stilettos." "And what is your excellency's project?" "Just this. the amusements of the day are diversified. if it is any satisfaction to you to do so. the execution is fixed for the day after tomorrow. to stop at nothin g to restore a poor devil to liberty." "Which makes him your accomplice to all intents and purposes. but al so the neighboring states. will rush forward directly Peppino is brought for execution. and that is." "My good friend. Leave me. who se only crime consisted in furnishing us with provisions. "excuse me for saying that you see m to me precisely in the mood to commit some wild or extravagant act." "And what do you mean to do?" "To surround the scaffold with twenty of my best men." . "What did your excellency say?" inquired the other. too. and that you have but one day to work in. to act.000 piastres will afford him the means of escapi ng from his prison. then. "I said. that the person rec eiving them shall obtain a respite till next year for Peppino. that you have inspired not only the pontifical government." "Remember. carbines."The fact is. at a signal from me.

if it be only to prevent his dying of fear or losi ng his senses." "Let that day come sooner or later. and." said the man. His dress will procure him the means of approaching the scaffold itself. in the meantime. and if from the other end of the world you but write me word to do such or such a thing." "And whom will you employ to carry the reprieve to the officer directing the ex ecution?" "Send one of your men. "I hear a noise. and henceforward you shall receive not only devotion." . and the centre with white. those guides are nothing but spi es. m ay require your aid and influence." "And if you fail?" "Then all three windows will have yellow draperies. I flatter myself that there can be no doubt of it.400 se conds very many things can be done." "'Twere better we should not be seen together. who are visiting the Colosseum by torchlight. it will be as well to acquaint Peppino wit h what we have determined on. only fulfil your promise of rescuing Peppino. disguised as a penitent friar. are you not?" "Nay. however I may be honored by your frie ndship. in my turn. ha ving a large cross in red marked on it. each hour into sixty minutes. will hand it to the executioner." "Well. who. but the most absolute obedience from myself an d those under me that one human being can render to another. should I have obtained the requisite pardon for Peppino. my worthy friend. the two outside windows will be hung with yellow damasks. you may regard it as done." "Your excellency. when I. not very distant period. my good friend. your excellency will find me what I have fo und you in this my heavy trouble." replied the cavalier in the cloak. for done i t shall be. "Well. and I will give it to him . because in either case a very useless expense will have been incu rred. then. I have engaged the three lower windows at th e Cafe Rospoli. bearing a red cross. I am sa dly afraid both my reputation and credit would suffer thereby. on the word and faith of" -"Hush!" interrupted the stranger." "Have a care how far you pledge yourself. and every minute sub-divided into sixty seconds? Now in 86. perhaps." "And how shall I know whether your excellency has succeeded or not. that is very easily arranged. if you obtain the reprieve?" "The middle window at the Cafe Rospoli will be hung with white damask." "Oh. in his turn. if once the extent of our intimacy were known. "you are fully persuaded of my entire devotion to you. and h e will deliver the official order to the officer. then. and might possibly recognize you."And what of that? Is not a day divided into twenty-four hours." "'Tis some travellers. for I may remind you of your promise at some.

" Under any other circumstances. Neither had he neglected to ascertain the name of the piece to be played that night at the T eatro Argentino. was an entire stranger to him. he had been occupied in leaving his letters of introdu ction. my good fellow. therefore. the Transteverin disappeared down the staircase. . Like a genuine Frenchman. who made the lofty building re-echo with the sound of his friend's name. Slumber refused to visit his eyelids and the ni ght was passed in feverish contemplation of the chain of circumstances tending t o prove the identity of the mysterious visitant to the Colosseum with the inhabi tant of the grotto of Monte Cristo. use your daggers in any way you please. and free to ponder ove r all that had occurred. depend upon me as firmly as I do upon you. and the more he thought." "We understand each other perfectly. hear them when or where he might. As we have seen. but in the present instance. and also what performers appeared in it. that the person who wo re the mantle was no other than his former host and entertainer. Franz. relinquished the car riage to Albert for the whole of the day. Franz would have found it impossible to resist h is extreme curiosity to know more of so singular a personage. In ten minutes after the strangers had departed." Saying these words. did not obey the summons till he had satisfied himself that the two men whose conve rsation he had overheard were at a sufficient distance to prevent his encounteri ng them in his descent. and had received in return more invitations to balls and routs than it wo uld be possible for him to accept. And the more he thought. delig hted with his day's work. did not hear what was said. Worn out at length. then. At five o'clock Albert returned. The next minute Franz heard himself called by Albert."And then?" "And then. In vain did Franz en deavor to forget the many perplexing thoughts which assailed him. It was more especially when this man was speaking in a manner half jesting. and with that inte nt have sought to renew their short acquaintance. muffling his features more closely than before in the folds of his ma ntle. besides this. while his companion. having a number of letters to write. Yes. however. listening with studied indifference to t he learned dissertation delivered by Albert. he had seen (as he called it) a ll the remarkable sights at Rome. but n ot so the other. judge that his appearance at such a time would be anything but agreeable. he fell asleep at daybreak. and. your excellency. "Sinbad the Sai lor. Albert had employed his time in arranging for the evening's diversion. the firmer grew his opinion on the subject. whose mysterious meeting in the Col osseum he had so unintentionally witnessed. in vain did he court the refreshment of sleep. the tones of his voice had made too powerful an impression on him the first time he had he ard them for him ever again to forget them. he had sent to engage a box at the Teatro Argentino. yet well-pitche d voice that had addressed him in the grotto of Monte Cristo. the more entire was his conviction. and which he heard for the second time amid the darkness and ruined grandeur of the Colosseum. One of the two men. and descended to the arena by an outward fli ght of steps. Franz let him proceed without interruption. Adieu. after the manner of Pliny and Calpu rnius. and did not awake till late. and I furthe r promise you to be there as a spectator of your prowess. in a single day he had accomplished what his more serious-minded companion would have taken weeks to effect. and Franz. half b itter. but fully promising himself a rich indemnity for his presen t forbearance should chance afford him another opportunity. in fact. he longed to be alone. passed almost close to Franz. Franz w as on the road to the Piazza de Spagni. touching the iron-pointed nets used to prevent the ferocious beasts from springing on the spectators. f rom his being either wrapped in his mantle or obscured by the shadow. t he confidential nature of the conversation he had overheard made him. that Franz's ear recalled most vividly the deep sonorous. he permitted his former host to retire without attem pting a recognition. with propr iety. and though Franz had been unable to distinguish his features.

at least to their lovers. whether dated from 1399 or merely 1815. and had shared a lower box at the Opera. And the thing was so much the more annoying. Alb ert. as elsewhere. and the principal act ors were Coselli. moreover.a recently created one. but in the present day it is not necessary to go as far back as Noah in tracing a descent. and merely have his labor for his pains. for this reason. thus advantageously placed. and one of the most worthy representatives of Parisian fashion had to ca rry with him the mortifying reflection that he had nearly overrun Italy without meeting with a single adventure. and thought not of changing even for t he splendid appearance of Albert de Morcerf. it had cost less than would be paid at some of the French t heatres for one admitting merely four occupants. and his self-love immensely piqued. as.000 livres. he was a viscount -. besides being an elegant. Sometimes Albert would affect to make a joke of his want of success. therefore. he might not in truth attract the notice of some fair Roman. should thus be passed over. Rome is the spot where even the wisest and gravest throw off the usual rigidity of their lives. or a pla ce in a princely balcony. Albert displayed his most dazzling and effective costumes e ach time he visited the theatres. according to the characteristic mo desty of a Frenchman." supported by three of the most renowned vocalists of Italy. and Neapolitans were all faithful. there might be an exception to the general rule. poor Albert! none of those interesting adventures fell in his way . and an introductio n might ensue that would procure him the offer of a seat in a carriage. the lovely Genoese. Albert had quitted Paris with the full conviction that he had only to show himself in Italy to carry all before him. was also possessed of con siderable talent and ability. Alas. Florentines. Moriani." and although the box engaged for the two friends was sufficiently capacious to contain at le ast a dozen persons. his elegant toilet was wholly throw n away. The Carnival was to commence on the morrow. -. and deign to mingle in the follies of this time of liberty and relaxation. if not to their husbands. and that upon his ret urn he should astonish the Parisian world with the recital of his numerous loveaffairs. It was therefore no small mortification to him to have visited most of the principal cities in Italy witho ut having excited the most trifling observation. certainly. Albert. Stil l. Albert de Mo rcerf commanded an income of 50. Another motive had influenced A lbert's selection of his seat. but intern ally he was deeply wounded. a more than sufficient sum to render him a personage of considerable importance in Paris. alas. knowin g full well that among the different states and kingdoms in which this festivity is celebrated. The young men. however. in spite of this. The box taken by Albert was in the first circle. and exerted himself to set off his personal attractions by the aid of the most rich and elaborate toilet. therefore Albert had not an instant to lose in setting forth the programme of his hopes. tha t they are faithful even in their infidelity. or open boxes. Albert had never been able to endure the Ital ian theatres. but. and claims t o notice. With this design he had engaged a box in the most conspicuous part of the theatre. with their orchestras from which it is impossible to see. expectations. to think that Al bert de Morcerf. and the absence of balconies.The opera of "Parisina" was announced for representation. from which he might behold the gayeties of the Carniva l? These united considerations made Albert more lively and anxious to please tha . Yet he could not restrain a hope t hat in Italy. generally styled the "nobility's boxes. and La Specchia. although each of the three tiers of boxes is deemed equally aristocratic . and a genealogical tree is equally estimated.who knew but that. had reason to consider themselves fortunate in having the opportunity of hearing one of th e best works by the composer of "Lucia di Lammermoor. the most admired and most sought after of any young person of h is day. all these defects pressed hard on a man who had had his stall at the Bouffes. but to crown all these advantages. hoped to indem nify himself for all these slights and indifferences during the Carnival. well-looking young man. and all he gained was the painful c onviction that the ladies of Italy have this advantage over those of France. and is.

nothing is more fallacious than to for m any estimate of the degree of intimacy you may suppose existing among persons by the familiar terms they seem upon. -. he said hastily. or their own thoughts. a Venetian. they quickly relapsed into th eir former state of preoccupation or interesting conversation." "And her name is -. or to join in loud applause at the wonderful powers o f La Specchia. I have only had the honor of being in her society and conversing with her three or four times in my life. to listen to some brilliant effort of Moriani's. indeed. he had imagined she still was. but." "Is there. into whose good graces he was desirous of stealing. to which he replied by a respect ful inclination of the head. she is perfectly lovely -. aided by a powerful opera-glass. he leane d from his box and began attentively scrutinizing the beauty of each pretty woma n. "but you merely fall into the same error which leads so many of our countrymen to commit the most egr egious blunders. as to prevent the leas t attention being bestowed even on the business of the stage.what a complexion! And such magnificent hair! I s she French?" "No. "you seem to be on exc ellent terms with the beautiful countess. "Upon my word. a well-execu ted recitative by Coselli. wer e all so much engrossed with themselves. at certain conventional moment s. The actors made th eir entries and exits unobserved or unthought of. The truth was. a lady entered to whom Franz had been introduced in Paris. turning to him. th at they had not so much as noticed him or the manipulation of his glass.n he had hitherto been. I know her by name!" exclaimed Albert." At that instant. what do you think of her?" "Oh. their lovers. my good fellow? Pray tell me. with the "holy w eek" that was to succeed it. this attempt to attract notice wh olly failed.I mean that of judging the habits and customs of Italy and S pain by our Parisian notions. that the anticipated pleasures of the Carnival. not even curiosity had been excited. I was to have been presented to her when I met her at Madame Villefort's ball." "Ah. is it sympathy of heart?" ." returned Franz calmly. Totally disregarding the business of the stage.. "Do you know the woman who has just entered that box?" "Yes. and graciously waved her hand to him. alas. Towards the close of the first act." "Shall I assist you in repairing your negligence?" asked Franz. "she is said to possess as much wit and cleverness as beauty. "My dear fellow. are you really on such good terms with her as to venture to ta ke me to her box?" "Why. the door of a box which had been hitherto vacant was opened. but you know that even such an acquaintance as that might warrant my doing what you ask. the spectators would suddenly cease their conversation. so filled every fair breast." said Albert. and. the countess perceiv ed Franz. there is a similarity of feeling at this i nstant between ourselves and the countess -. or rouse themselves f rom their musings.nothing more." "Countess G---." "You are mistaken in thinking so. and it was but too apparent th at the lovely creatures. but that momentary excitement over. believe me. where indeed. The quick eye of Albert caught the involuntary start wit h which his friend beheld the new arrival.

" continued Franz gravely. "you seem determined not to approve. by moonlight. breaking in upon his discourse. my dear fellow. you must admire Moriani's style and execution. arranged his cravat and wristbands ." "You were with her. of taste." "Well. we talked of the illustrious dead of whom that magnificent ruin is a glori ous monument!" "Upon my word. with a beautiful woman in such a place of sentiment as the Colosseum. "you must have been a very entertaining companion alone. then?" "I was. How exquisitely Cosel li sings his part. what do you say to La Specchia? Did you ever see anything more per fect than her acting?" "Why. and nearly alone. and received from her a gracious smile in token that he would be welcome. who seized his hat." "My good friend. such singers as these don't make the same impression on you they perhaps d o on others. on my soul. as we did last night." The curtain at length fell on the performanc es. while Albert continued to point h is glass at every box in the theatre. yes. sought not to retard the gratification of Alber t's eager impatience." said Albert." "What a confounded time this first act takes. but began at once the tour of the house. then. inelegant fellow he is." "But what an awkward. you a re really too difficult to please. and to a . I believe." "Oh." "And what did you say to her?" "Oh." "But." "And you will probably find your theme ill-chosen. only listen to that charming finale." cried Albert. you know. if ever I should get such a chance. "never mind the past. turning to him. Are you not going to keep your promise of introduci ng me to the fair subject of our remarks?" "Certainly. closely followed by Albert. when one has been accustomed to Malibran and So ntag. to the infinite satisfaction of the Viscount of Morcerf. that they never mean to finish it."No. or all but alone. 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. and signified to Franz that he was waiting for him to lead the way. and yet to find nothing better a talk about than the dead! All I can say is. who had mutely interrogated the countess." said Franz. Franz." "I never fancied men of his dark. rapidly passed his fingers through his hair. "And in what manner has this congeniality of mind been evinced?" "By the countess's visiting the Colosseum. directly the curtain falls on the stage. ponderous appearance singing with a voice lik e a woman's. let u s only remember the present. they will." "At least. the living should be my theme.

who. and the young man who was seated beside the countess. unwilling to interfere with the pleasure he so evidently felt. Franz added that his comp anion. from the principal d ancers to the humblest supernumerary. was the outline of a masculine figure . I consider her perfectly lovely -." "And what do you think of her personal appearance?" "Oh. for I saw her where she now sits the very first night of the season. instantly rose and surrendered his place to the strangers. deeply grieved at having been prevented the honor of being presented to t he countess during her sojourn in Paris. while she seemed to experience an almost childlike delight in watch ing it. 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. This important task was just completed as they a rrived at the countess's box.the ballet was called "Poliska. the door was immediately opened. and concluded by asking pardon for his presumption in having taken it upo n himself to do so. of those masterly productions of grac e. from the ease and grace with which she wore it. which evidently. one act of volition. The countess. if he wishe d to view the ballet. method. to inquire of the former if she knew w ho was the fair Albanian opposite. b oth as regarded his position in society and extraordinary talents. was most anxious to make up for it. inviting Albert to take the vacant seat beside her. in obedience to the Italian c ustom. which was one of those excellent spec imens of the Italian school. Sitting alone. "is. Sometimes she is accompanied by the person who is now with her. he was looked upon and cited as a model of perfection. are all engaged on the stage at the same t ime. animated looks contrasting strongly with the utter indifferen ce of her companion. was a woman of exquisite beauty. Franz perceived how co mpletely he was in his element. not even when the furious. o r elevating the same arm or leg with a simultaneous movement. was her nation al attire. nor did he sa y more than the truth. and pointed to the one behind her own chair. and had requested him (Franz) to remedy the past misfortune by conducting him to he r box. that would lead yo u to suppose that but one mind. her eager. never even mov ed. but was. took up Albert's glass. since beauty such as hers was well worthy of being observed by either sex. and exte nded her hand with cordial kindness to Franz. in reply. Albert was so on deeply engrossed in discoursing upon Paris and Parisian matters. and since then she has ne ver missed a performance. At the knock." However much the ballet might have claimed h is attention. Of this he took no he ed." replied the countess. who. as far as appearances might be trusted.rrange the lappets of his coat. speaking to the countess of the various persons they both knew there. Behind her. bowed gracefully to Albert. while Franz returned to his previous survey of the house an d company. in the front of a box immediately opposite. dressed in a Greek costume. would be expected to retire upon the arrival of other visitors. crashing din produced by the trumpets. "All I can tell about her. during the whole time the piece lasted. Franz could not forbear breaking in upon the apparently interesting conversation passing between the countess and Albert. cymbals. in turn. then. and at others she is merely attended by a black servant. she recommended Franz to take the next best. and began in his turn to survey the audience. a nd Chinese bells sounded their loudest from the orchestra. The curtain rose on the ballet. and a hundred and fifty persons may be seen exhibiting the same attitude. for in Paris and the circle in which the viscount moved." Franz and the countess exchanged a smile. enjoying soft repose and br . influenced the moving mass -. but in deep shadow. w ho has established for himself a great reputation throughout Italy for his taste and skill in the choreographic art -. admirably arranged and put on the stage by Henri. and elegance in which the whole corps de ballet. Franz presented Albert as one of the most distinguished young men of the day.she is just my idea of what Medora must have been. but the features of this latter personage it was not possible to distinguish. but situate d on the third row. and then the latter resumed her conve rsation with Albert.

"All I can say truly French! Do you not know that we Italians have eyes only for the man we love?" "True. unanimous plaudits of an enthusiastic and delighted audience. Franz observed the sleeper slowly arise and approach t he Greek girl. when necessary. How ghastly pale he is!" . "Countess. leaning fo rward again on the railing of her box. his singular host evidently resided at Rome. w hile the dancers are executing their pirouettes and exhibiting their graceful st eps. whose history I am unabl e to furnish. for the countess." "Perhaps you never before noticed him?" "What a question -. thrilled through the soul of Franz wi th an effect equal to his first emotions upon hearing it." continued the countess. The occupant of the box in which the Greek girl sat appeared to share the universal admiration that prevailed. at the first sound of the leader 's bow across his violin. This duet is one of the most beautiful . she became as absorbed as before in what was going on. he awakens his guilty wife to tell her that he knows her guil t and to threaten her with his vengeance. All doubt of his identity was now at an end." replied Franz. I must now beseech you to inform me who and what is her husb and?" "Nay. expressive and terrible conceptions that has ever emanated from the fruitful p en of Donizetti. who turned around to say a few words to him. the singers in the op era having time to repose themselves and change their costume. seems to me as though he had just been dug up. and. and then. h is countenance being fully revealed. The injured husband goes through all the emotion s of jealousy. Most of my readers are aware that the second act of "Parisina" opens with the c elebrated and effective duet in which Parisina. Franz rose with the audience. The curtain rose. "I know no more of him than yourself. than anything human. and the attention of Franz was attracte d by the actors. after gazing with a puzzled look at his face. though Franz tried his utmost. "I asked you a short time since if you knew any particulars respecting the Alba nian lady opposite. he could not disting uish a single feature. enthusiastic applause that followed. The ballet at length came to a close. that. and whose voice a nd figure had seemed so familiar to him." returned Franz. while sleeping. so tenderly expressive and fearfully grand as the wretched husband and wife give ve nt to their different griefs and passions. a nd revisit this earth of ours. until conviction seizes on his mind. in a frenzy of rag e and indignation. and was about to join the loud. The countenance of the person who had addressed her remained so co mpletely in the shade. Owing to the very judicious plan of dividing the two acts of the opera with a b allet. and his eyes turned from the box containing the Greek girl and her strange companion to watch the business of the stage. burst into a fit of laughter. Franz now listened to it for the third time. betrays to Azzo the secret of her love for Ugo. and the very same person he had en countered the preceding evening in the ruins of the Colosseum. and begged to kno w what had happened. and the half-uttered "bravos" expired on his lips. "that the gentleman. but suddenly his purpose was arrested. and direct ing it toward the box in question. and then. his hands fell by his sides. so that. Excited beyond his usu al calm demeanor. totally unheeding her raillery. The surprise and agitation oc casioned by this full confirmation of Franz's former suspicion had no doubt impa rted a corresponding expression to his features. Franz had no difficulty in recognizing him as the mysterious inhabitant of Monte Cristo. yet its notes. and the curtain fel l amid the loud.ight celestial dreams. The overture to the second act began. for he left his seat to stand up in front. the pauses between the performances are very short. taking up the lorgnette." answered the countess. he looks more like a corpse permitted by some friendly grave-digger to quit his tomb for a while.

and Franz himself could not resist a fe eling of superstitious dread -. or where she comes from. after the countess had a second time directed her lorgnette at the box. I cannot permit you to go." inquire d Franz. Oh. I have a party at my house to-night. or a resuscitated corpse. in which a wild. "that you entertain any fear?" "I'll tell you. and even assured me that he had seen them. "Byron had the most perfect belief in t he existence of vampires. Franz could even feel her arm tr . and is." said Franz." There was nothing else left for Franz to do but to take up his hat. open the do or of the box. "Listen to me. "that those wh o have once seen that man will never be likely to forget him. xxii. or what?" "I fancy I have seen him before. pray do. and I even think he recognizes me. he is the exact personification of what I have been led to expec t! The coal-black hair. while the terror of the countess sprang from an instinctive belief. No doubt she belo ngs to the same horrible race he does. Nobody knows who she is." said the countess. that the woman with him is altogether unlike all others of her sex." cried the countess. "and do not be so very he adstrong. no. Now. felt the same unaccountable awe and misgiving. For that purpose I mean to keep you all t o myself. and wholly uni nterested person. shrugging up her beautiful shou lders. that he is no other than Lord Ruthven himself in a living form. glittering eyes. ch." said the least to-night." Franz protested he could not defer his pursuit till the following day . of course: "The son of an ill-fated sire. tell us all about -. pursue your researches if you will."Oh." said Franz. a dealer in magical arts. It was quite evident. by her mann er. and therefore ca nnot possibly remain till the end of the opera. She is a foreigner -a stranger. "you must not leave me. originally created in her mind by the wild tales she had listened to till she believed them truths." "And I can well understand.The Abbot." * Scott. although he could but allow that if anything was likely to induce belief in the existence of vampires . as it arose from a variety of corroborative recollections. rising from his se at. Oh. The descrip tion he gave me perfectly corresponds with the features and character of the man before us." answered the countess. as though an involuntary shudder passed through her veins.the same ghastly paleness. unearthl y fire seems burning. it would be the presence of such a man as the mysterious personage before him. for many reasons. bore in his looks that cast of inauspicious melancholy by w hich the physiognomists of that time pretended to distinguish those who were pre destined to a violent and unhappy death." This fre sh allusion to Byron* drew a smile to Franz's countenance. Then observe. I am going home. "Oh. b ut to-night you neither can nor shall." -. for heaven's s ake. he is always as colorless as you now see him. large bright. "Is it possible. I entreat of you not to go near him -. another. and the father of a yet more unfortunate much the stronger in he a vampire. I cannot for one instant be lieve you so devoid of gallantry as to refuse a lady your escort when she even c ondescends to ask you for it. I depend upon you to esco rt me home. like himself. "I must positively find out who and what he is. too. that her uneasiness was not feigned. "Well. indeed. and if to-morro w your curiosity still continues as great. "Then you know him?" almost screamed the countess." whispered Franz. and offer the countess his arm. "No. -. "what do you think of our opposite neighbor?" "Why." The sensation exp erienced by Franz was evidently not peculiar to himself.

And now. that you entertain a most erroneous notion concerning Italian wo men. an d make no attempt to follow this man to-night. if you would not see me die of terror. I say. Pursue your chase after him to-mor row as eagerly as you please. and try to sleep away a ll recollections of this evening. Indeed. you must have perceived that the countess was really alarmed. Why.they give you their hand -." "What is it?" "Promise me. go to your rooms. and hang me.permit you to accompany them home. Why . "is it really you? Why. or whether her fears and agitations were genuine. smoking a cigar. it ill accords with the expression of your countenance. for my part." said the countess.admirably dressed. here -. promise me one thing.they keep up a whispering conversation -. 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. is because they live so much in public.they press yours in return -. good-night. and I am sure it does not spri ng from your heart. her rep utation would be gone forever." "My dear Albert. and whither he is going. if I can guess where you took your notions of the other world from. Franz found Albert in his dressing-gown and slipp ers. and I longed to be alone. I can assure you that this hobgoblin of y ours is a deuced fine-looking fellow -. from whence he came. I did not expect to see you before to-mor row. do not serve as a conductor between that man and me. the countess quitted Franz. that I might compose m y startled mind. Upon his return to the hotel. on ce and forever.emble as he assisted her into the carriage. "I am glad of this opportunity to tell you. except relinquish my determination of finding o ut who this man is. For heaven's sake. in reply to her comp anion's half-reproachful observation on the subject. I have more reasons than you can imagine for desiring to kno w who he is. "Nay." "Let us only speak of the promise you wished me to make." cried he. I met them in the lob by after the conclusion of the piece." said Franz. For my own part. if a Paris ian were to indulge in a quarter of these marks of flattering attention. leaving him una ble to decide whether she were merely amusing herself at his expense. There are certain affinities betw een the persons we quit and those we meet afterwards. listlessly extended on a sofa. her own return before the appointed hour seemed greatly to astonish the servants. "Excuse my little subterfuge. "Well." "And the very reason why the women of this fine country put so little restraint on their words and actions. However. "My dear fellow." "At what? At the sight of that respectable gentleman sitting opposite to us in the same box with the lovely Greek girl? Now. Franz pe rceived that she had deceived him when she spoke of expecting company." Franz essayed to smile. springing up." So saying." "I will do anything you desire. Upon arriving at her hotel." said she. these women would puzzle the very Devil to read them aright. and have re ally nothing to conceal." replied Franz. but never bring him near me." "Where he comes from I am ignorant. I feel quite . on the co ntrary. and that is down below. you must give me your word to return immediately to your hotel. I am quite sure I shall not b e able to close my eyes. Besides. "do not smile." "Upon my soul. "but that horrid man had ma de me feel quite uncomfortable. but I can readily tell you where he is goin g to. without the least doubt. then.

from the cut of his clothes." "That settles it." "And a pair of oxen?" . we have offered any sum. He was rather too pale. "Well. "I tell you what. that tends to confirm my own ideas." "Neither can we procure horses?" "True. do you not. that obtaining a carriage is out of the question?" "I do." "Indeed. certainly. then. they are made by a first-rate Paris tailor -probably Blin or Humann. but then. paleness is always looked upon as a strong proof of aristocratic descent and di stinguished breeding." "Very possibly. what do you say to a cart? I dare say such a thing might be had." "What do you say?" "Nothing. in this difficulty a bright idea has flashed across my brain. nothing. Of what nature?" "Why. "you deserve to be ca lled out for such a misgiving and incredulous glance as that you were pleased to bestow on me just now. hearken to me." "You agree. "that the countess's su spicions were destitute alike of sense and reason. what were you thinking about when I came in?" "Oh. but they were uttered in the Romaic dialect." murmured Franz." said Franz. for he well remembered that Albert particul arly prided himself on the entire absence of color in his own complexion. and I also know that we have done all that human means afforded to endeavor to get one." cried Albert." Franz smiled. "'Tis he. Did he speak in your hearing? and did you catch any of his words?" "I did. Sir Franz." "And I promise to give you the satisfaction of a gentleman if your scheme turns out as ingenious as you assert." "Certainly. past all doubt. did he?" "I think so." "Now. then. I don't know whether I ever told you that when I was at colle ge I was rather -." "Well. now.rather strong in Greek. you know it is quite impossible to procure a carriage. but have failed. I knew that from the mixtu re of Greek words. you know. But tell me." "Well. I was arranging a little surprise for you." "I listen.sure." "He spoke the Romaic language." Fran z looked at Albert as though he had not much confidence in the suggestions of hi s imagination.

too. "But what have you done?" asked Franz." returned Signor Pastrini i n a tone indicative of unbounded self-confidence." "Well. It would add greatly to the effect if the countess would join us in the costume of a peasant from Puzzoli or Sorren to." "And quite a national one. I expect him every minute. as it would require th ree days to do that. "Permesso?" inquired he. when I bade him have the horn s of the oxen gilded." replied Albert with gratified pride." responded the landlord. so you see we must do without this little superfluity.certainly. and I then explained to him what I wished to procure. "Speak out. by to-morrow it might be too late. and if you and I dress our selves as Neapolitan reapers. with the air of a man perfectly we ll satisfied with himself. with a cart and a couple of oxen our business ca n be managed." "Now. trot at the heels of your processions. "A mere m asque borrowed from our own festivities." "Gone out in search of our equipage. But yo u don't know us. ha. then." said Albert. Ha. "better is a sure enemy to well." "Let your excellencies only leave the matter to me. He assured me that nothing would be easier than to furnish all I desired. "since it is owing to that c ircumstance that we are packed into these small rooms." "Then you see. there's a worthy fellow. and the head of Signor Pastrini appeared." "Oh. "this time."As easily found as the cart. unhappy strangers. more especially as the countess is q uite beautiful enough to represent a madonna. Our group would then be quite complete. because no carriages or horses are to be had in your beggarly city. "Certainly -. The cart must be tastefully ornamented. ye Romans! you thought to make us. after the manner of that splendid picture by Leopold Robert." "Then he will be able to give us an answer to-night. swelling with importance . One thing I was sorry for. "have you found the desired cart and oxen?" "Better than that!" replied Signor Pastrini." exclaimed Albert. like so many lazza roni. Upon my return home I sent for him." "Your excellencies are aware." cried Franz. "Come in." At this instant the door opened. I am bound to give you credit for havin g hit upon a most capital idea. like two poor students in the back streets of Paris. mine host. my good fellow." said Franz. "Take care." "And where is he now?" "Who?" "Our host. he told me there would not be time." asked Albert eagerly. when we can't have one thing we invent another. "that the Count of Monte Cristo is living on the same floor with yourselves!" "I should think we did know it." . Albert. we may get up a striking tableau. my worthy host." "And have you communicated your triumphant idea to anybody?" "Only to our host.

" continued the servant." "Tell the count. " A very great nobleman. "Please to deliver these. and. the Coun t of Monte Cristo. I agree with you. "that we will do ourselves the pleasure of cal ling on him. then. Signor Pastrini. speaking in an undertone to Albert. placing two cards in the landlord's hands. has sent to offer you seats in his carriage and two places at his windo ws in the Palazzo Rospoli. "begs these gentlemen's permission to wait upon th em as their neighbor. Franz. in which the stranger in the cloak had undertaken to obtain the freedom of a condemned crimi nal. and unless his near neighbor and would-be friend. the Count of Monte Cristo. appeared at the threshold. he said. "That is what I call an elegant mode of attack. "there is not much to find fault with here. who had not the same motives f or early rising. I don't know but what I should have he ld on by my original plan. and not permitted it to be brought to us in this unceremonious way. wearing a livery of considerable style and richness. it was very certain he could not escape this time. possessed the ring of Gyges. The Count of Monte Cristo is unquestio nably a man of first-rate breeding and knowledge of the world. The next day must clear up every doubt." said Franz. from the Count of Monte C risto to Viscomte Albert de Morcerf and M. A servant.or" -At this instant some one knocked at the door. that the mention of two places in the Palazzo Rospoli had recalled to Franz the conversation he had overheard the preceding evening in the ruins of the Colosseum between the mysterious unknown and the Transteverin. and 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." Th e truth was." replied Franz." "Then you accept his offer?" said the host. but this I know." said Albert." "It seems to me. "Come in. "You were quite c orrect in what you would have produced such an e ffect! And were it not for the windows at the Palazzo Rospoli."When. hearing of the dilemma in which you are placed. was still soundly asleep. Franz?" "Oh. the windows in the Palazzo Rospoli alone decided me. What say you. then he should be a ble to establish his identity." whispered Albert." "Faith. by way of recompe nse for the loss of our beautiful scheme. 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 -. "that if this person merited the high panegyrics of our landlord. Franz d'Epinay. an d in waking speculations as to what the morrow would produce. Eight o'clock found Franz up and dressed. "Still." replied Albert. "But do you think." The servant bowed and retired. and by its power was able to ren der himself invisible." asked Albert. who forthwith presented them to the two young men." said Franz. The first act of Franz was to summon . but whether Maltese or Sicilian I cannot exactly say. he would have conveyed his invitation through another channel. while Albert. "Of course we do. and also to prosecute his researches respecting h im with perfect facility and freedom. Franz passed the night in confused dreams respecting the two meetings he had already had with his mysterious tormentor. The Count of Monte Cr isto." The friends looked at each other with unutterable su rprise. He would have written -. that he is noble as a Borghese and rich as a gold-mine. "that we ought to accept such offers from a p erfect stranger?" "What sort of person is this Count of Monte Cristo?" asked Franz of his host.

your excellency! Only a few minutes ago they brought me the tavolettas. opening the door of the chamber. and description o f the death they are to die. dear. but if your reason for inquiry is that you may procure a window to view it from." "What are they?" "Sort of wooden tablets hung up at the corners of streets the evening before an execution." "That happens just lucky. taking the tablet from the wall." "Oh. "I had no such intention." answered Franz. my most excellent host. The reason for so publicly announ cing all this is. the number of persons condemned to suffer. and. that in c ase any person staying at my hotel should like to witness an execution. your excellency. "Why." said the la ndlord. "Pray. their names." "What particulars would your excellency like to hear?" "Why." returned the landlord. "I think I may take upon myself to say I neglect noth ing to deserve the support and patronage of the noble visitors to this poor hote l. close by your apartment. and he brings them to me as he would the playbills. whic h. "Oh. oblige me by a sight of one of these tavolettas. and you may rely upon me to proclaim so striking a proof of your attention to your guests wherever I go." "Nothing can be easier than to comply with your excellency's wish." "I see that plainly enough. Me anwhile. I might have done so from Monte Pincio -. he may o btain every requisite information concerning the time and place etc." Then. and mode of punishment. above all. indeed. he han . and even if I had felt a wi sh to witness the spectacle. you are much too late. on which is pasted up a paper containing the names of the condemned persons. beseech of heaven to grant them a sincere repentance. Signor Pastrini. Signor Pastrini. giv e me some particulars of to-day's executions." answered Franz." asked Franz. no. who presented himself with his accustomed obsequiousness. "is not some execution appointed to take place to-day?" "Yes. they consider as exclusively belonging to themselves. but I make an agreement with the man who pas tes up the papers." "And these tablets are brought to you that you may add your prayers to those of the faithful. "but in case I feel disposed. "I have caused one to be placed on the landing." "Very possibly I may not go.could I n ot?" "Ah!" exclaimed mine host. "I did not think it likely your excellency would hav e chosen to mingle with such a rabble as are always collected on that hill. are they?" asked Franz somewhat incredulously. no. your excellency! I have not time for anybody's affairs but my ow n and those of my honorable guests. that is a most delicate attention on your part. their crimes." "Upon my word. that all good and faithful Catholics may offer up their prayer s for the unfortunate culprits. " cried Franz.his landlord. chuckling and rubbing his hands with infinite complacency. your excellency.

and sofas. furnished in a luxurious manner they had not expected to see under t he roof of Signor Pastrini. addressing his landlord. of two persons." said the ma n." said Franz. and Franz deemed it advisable to awaken Albert. was still pursuing his philanthropic expedition in Rome. however." replied he. and Peppino. I am quite sure. Splendid paintings by the first m asters were ranged against the walls. No part of the programme differed. Time was getting on. Joh n Lateran. "The Count of Monte Cristo is always an early ris er. offered their high-piled and yielding cush ions to such as desired repose or refreshment. the Transteverin was no other than the bandi t Luigi Vampa himself. The first-named malefactor will be subjected to the mazzuola. upon the door being opened by a servant." The domestic bowed respectfully. February 23d. "I signori Francesi. and were shown into an elegantly fitted-up drawing-r oom. I will take all the blame on myself if you find I have le d you into an error. and the latter convicted of being an accomplice of the atrocious and sanguinary bandit. named Don Cesare Torlini. by order of the Tribunal of the Rota. The anticipated delights of the Carnival had so run in his head as to make him leave his pillow long before his usual hour. canon of the church of St. the second culprit beheaded." "Yes." "Let us go and return our best thanks for his courtesy." "Well. but at the moment he prepared to proceed to his chamber. and I can answer for his having been up these two hours. ot herwise called Rocca Priori. "If your excellencies will please to be seated. As .ded it to Franz. let us do so. and the man shrouded in the mantle the same he had known as "Sinbad the Sailor. if it be so. and his band. "Now. and mode of punishment. no doubt. being the first day o f the Carnival. are you ready. Luigi Vampa. therefore. then." but who. "I will let the count know that you are here. -." And with these words he disappeared behind one of the tapestried portieres. and the softest and most invi ting couches." "Then you really consider we shall not be intruding if we pay our respects to h im directly?" "Oh. as he had already done at Porto-Vecchio and Tunis. They passed through two rooms. whic h was all that separated them from the apartments of the count. my e xcellent Signor Pastrini. and. executions will take place in the Piazza del Popolo. who read as follows: -"`The public is informed that on Wednesday. and to grant them a hearty and sincere rep entance for their crimes. easy-chairs. their crimes.the names of the condemned pers ons. that it may please God to a waken them to a sense of their guilt. and invited them to enter. do you think we may proceed at once to visit the Count of Monte Cristo ?" "Most assuredly. while heavy curtains of costly tapestry were suspended before the different doors of the room. The richest Turkey carpets covered the floor. his friend entered the room in per fect costume for the day. named Andrea Rondola." The landlord preceded the friends across the landing. "since we are bo th ready. all agreed with his previous informat ion. In all probability. said.'" This was precisely what Franz had heard the evening before in the ruins of the Colosseum. The prayers of all good Christians are entreated for these unfortunate men. the former found guilty of the murder of a venerabl e and exemplary priest. rang at the bell . Albert?" "Perfectly. intermingled with magnificent trophies of war.

he resolved to lead the conversation to a subjec t which might possibly clear up his doubts. although sure it was he who had been in the box the p revious evening." "Indeed. my dear fellow." returned the count. "Gentlemen. therefore. "we shall ascertain who and what he is -. "Well. he could not be equally positive that this was the man he had s een at the Colosseum. upon my soul. and the occupant of the box at the Teatro Argentino. for in the person of him w ho had just entered he recognized not only the mysterious visitant to the Coloss eum. and the owner of all thes e riches stood before the two young men. As soon as I learned I could in any way assist you. count. he had this advantage. "is there not something like an execution upon the Piazza del Popolo?" "Yes. finding that the count was coming to the point he wished . "Count. when he know s that. the sound of a guzla reached the ears of the young men. or some prince travelling incog.he comes !" As Franz spoke. found nothing to say. but also his extraordi nary host of Monte Cristo. Can you tell us where we can obtain a sight of the P iazza del Popolo?" "Ah. but I feared to disturb you by prese nting myself earlier at your apartments. or wait until h e had more proof. he did not know whether to make any allusion to the past. "you extricated us from a great dilemma. but was almost immediately lost. looking attentively at Morcerf." "Franz and I have to thank you a thousand times. . Everything seemed more magn ificent at a second view than it had done at their first rapid survey. he heard the sound of a door turning on its hinges. but Franz remained.the door opened. Moreover. alone and isolated as I am." said the Count of Monte Cristo as he entered. and we were on the point of inventing a very fantastic vehicle when your friendly invitation reached us. Franz had. motioning the two young men to sit down. for the rapid closing of the door merely allowed one r ich swell of harmony to enter. that I did not sooner assist you in your d istress. and at your win dows in the Rospoli Palace." said Franz to his friend. while the count had no hold on Franz. "you have offered us places in your carriage. He resolved. as yet. "It was the fault of that blockhead Pastrini." "Hush. I m ost eagerly seized the opportunity of offering my services. Albert instantly rose to meet him. it strikes me that our elegant and attentiv e neighbor must either be some successful stock-jobber who has speculated in the fall of the Spanish funds." said he. hush!" replied Franz. He did not mention a syllable of your embarrassment to me. he had come to no determination. However. Franz and Albert looked inquiringly at each other . and almos t immediately afterwards the tapestry was drawn aside." returned Albert." returned Franz. to let things take their course wi thout making any direct overture to the count." The two young men b owed. spellbound on his chair. then at the gorgeous furnishings of the apartment. in a manner. and as nothing in the count's manner manifested the wish that he should recogniz e him. he was master of the count's secret. I seek every opportunity of making the acqua intance of my neighbors. and I have held myself at your disposal. you sent me word that you woul d come to me." said the count negligently. Chapter 35 La Mazzolata. who h ad nothing to conceal. "I pray you excuse m e for suffering my visit to be anticipated. besides. besides. "what think you of all this?" "Why.

which is a very curious punishment when seen for the first time. perhaps both. never strikes thirty times ineffectually." "Not at all. twice." continued the count. "will. perhaps I can ren der you this slight service also. "Monsieur Bertuccio. will be executed Andrea Rondolo. "`We announce. you can retire. guilty of murder on the perso n of the respected and venerated Don Cesare Torlini. exactly resembling the smuggler who had introduced Franz into the cavern. in the same tone with which he would have read a newspaper. taking out his tablets. that is sufficient. "Yes. turning to the two friends. like the soldier who beheaded the C . is very simple. do m e the honor to breakfast with me?" "But. for my majordomo." The stew ard bowed. the second decapitato. on the contrary." "Really?" said Franz. convicted of complicity with the detestable bandit Luigi Vampa. You will. excellency. and there mention was made of something like a pardon for one of the two men. "for the other (he glanced at the tablets as if to recall the name).' he rea d. I trust." "Yes. carelessly. "Ah." said the count. while the other. for my steward. never tremble s. return it to me at Paris. "Did you ever occupy yourself." continued the count." "Did I not tell you I wished for one?" replied the count." said Albert. M. You have the window. and copied it down. but the mazzuola still remains. called Rocca Priori." replied the count. you will give me great pleasure. Here he is. Bertuccio. and even the second. "but it was very late." "For Andrea Rondolo?" asked Franz. "No. spare these gentlemen all su ch domestic arrangements. called Rocca Priori. "be good e nough to ask Pastrini if he has received the tavoletta. John Lateran. "with the employment of tim e and the means of simplifying the summoning your servants? I have. "for I saw t he account. my dear count. and was about to quit the room. it is for my valet." "There is no need to do that. canon of the church of St. "it was at first arranged in this way. I think I told my steward yesterday to attend to this. Monsieur Bertuccio. I passed the evening at the Cardinal Rospigliosi's. but I was obli ged to pay a hundred" -"That will do -. frowning. M. thrice. one or other of you. but he did not appear to recognize him. and if he can send us an account of the execution. Give orders t o the coachman.' Hum! `The first will b e mazzolato. Bertuccio." said he to Franz.' Yes. When I ring once. You are thus depriv ed of seeing a man guillotined." added he." He then took Franz's tablets out of his hand. lay covers for three. the 23d of February. `that to-day. and Peppino." said Franz. These gentlemen. -." "Very well.that will us I do not waste a minute or a word." returned the steward. for Peppino. and be in readiness on the stairs to conduct us to it. as I ordered you yesterday." A man of about forty-five or fifty entered. and rang the bell thric e. but I think since yesterday some change has taken place i n the order of the ceremony. It was evident he had his order s. The mandaia* never fails. which was let to Prince Lobanieff. "we shall abuse your kindness. "And your excellency has one."Stay. as you must know." He extended his hand. and the men of his band. "you have procured me windows looking o n the Piazza del Popolo. but let us know when breakfast is rea dy.

" replied Franz." continued the count. he has rendered th e whole life of one who had the right to expect from heaven that portion of happ iness God his promised to every one of his creatures. fr om existence to annihilation? As for myself. or offering him even the insufficient means of vengeance . the easier it becomes to die yourself. att acked by the death of a person." "I do not quite understand you. -. I know. your mother." replied Franz.that is a terrible word. But are there not a thou sand tortures by which a man may be made to suffer without society taking the le ast cognizance of them. "a pleasant manner. accord ing to their different characters. are inadequate tortures. "If a man had by unheard-of and excruciating tortur es destroyed your father. when torn from you.a being who. in your breast." "Curiosity -. the third curiosity. but it is not an expiation. upon my soul." answered Franz. curious to study the different ways by which the soul and body can part. at least. "And you took pleasure in beholding these dreadful spectacles?" "My first sentiment was horror. a m an has seduced your wife. the augers of the Persians. and to whose tender mercy Richelieu had doubtless recommended t he sufferer." "Why so? In life. "and it is to punish them that duelling is tolerated." said the count coldly. avenges death by death. and you think you are avenged because you send a ball through the head. "Really. death may be a torture. or rather the old age. different persons bear the transition from life to death. moreover. and which are unpunished by society? Answer me . an existence of misery and infamy. y ou 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 mus cles of the murderer. for you excite my curiosity to the highest pitch." "Listen. "that where society." "Ah. as the blood wou ld to the face of any other. And remember. temperaments. they are in the infancy." said Franz." * Guillotine. count. "one would think that you had studied the diffe rent tortures of all the nations of the world. and allows him who has caused us years of moral sufferings to escape with a few moments of physical pain?" "Yes. is it not then. s he can give blood in return for blood." cried the count. and deep hatred mounted to his face." added the count. -. few that I have not seen. but you must demand from her only what it is in her power to grant. "pray explain your meaning. of cruelty. our greatest preoccupation is death. and despair in your heart. that it is often he w . "that human justice is insufficient to console us. and how. of which we have just spoken? Are there not crimes for which the impalement of the Turks. of arriving at your end when that end is vengeance! A man has carried off your mistress. in a contemptuous tone. left a desolation." said the count. the second indifference.t he more men you see die. a wound that never closes.ount of Chalais. "do not tell me of Eu ropean punishments." "There are. duelling. a man has dishonored your daughter. that is all. I can assure you of one thing. -. of that man who has planted madness in your brain. or pass a sword through the breast. and in my opinio n." "I will put another case to you. do not these crimes exist?" "Yes. the stake and the brand of the Iroquois Indians. your betrothed. and even the different customs of their countries.

yes. I would give back the same. a private room in the Pi azza del Popolo. This brought back to Franz. rage carries you away. thanks to my skill in all bod ily exercises. not if he be rich and skilful. but in r eturn for a slow. Oh. and awaited their departure to be served with some strange or more deli cate food. -. besides." As he spoke.that is. I almost regret that in all probability this miserable Peppino will not be beheaded. I recollect. or whether the events which Franz knew of had had their effect on him alone. were it possible. as you might have had an opportuni ty then of seeing how short a time the punishment lasts. as the Orientalists say. but. profound. and he who pours out vengeance runs the risk of tasti ng a bitter draught. "what are you doing?" "You must excuse us. astonished at this strange theory. I would fight a duel for a trifle ." said Franz to the count. I think. but on the contrary ate like a man who for the last four or five months had been condemned to partake of Ita lian cookery -. "Oh.. and admirably served."Al suo commodo!" The two young men arose and entered the breakfast-room.those favored creatures who have formed for themsel ves a life of dreams and a paradise of realities. but let us first sit down to table. As for the count.o ur masters in everything." "But. if he be poor and inexperienced. an eye for an eye. you asked for a place at my w indow." returned Franz. he just touch ed the dishes. -. absolved of all crime in the eyes of th e world. count. and the more so that. and whether it is worth even mentioning. really this is a most singular conversation for the Carni val." "Yes. No. a tooth for a tooth. as long as he is avenged? On my word. you shall have it." "Then you disapprove of duelling? You would not fight a duel?" asked Albert in his turn. saying -." continued the count. Franz looked repeat edly at Albert. and you . "understand me. I shoul d be almost certain to kill my man." "Do not concern yourself about that. how did it arise? Ah. which renders you at once ju dge and executioner of your own cause. it would be difficult to adopt a course t hat would forever prevent your falling under the power of the law. What matters this punishmen t. it is not thus I would take revenge. the worst in the world. he remarked that his companion did not pay the least regard to them. in spite of himself. Hatred is bli nd. "Well. which was excellent." replied the count. but whether with his usual care lessness he had paid but little attention to him. "but we have still much to do. no. a servant opened on e of the four doors of the apartment. gentlemen. we have. During the meal. and her firm c onviction that the man in the opposite box was a vampire. the worst that could happen to him would be the punishment of which we have alre ady spoken. for a blow. eternal torture.ho comes off victorious from the strife. "had I to avenge myself. and the indifference to danger I have gradually acquired. the recollection of the terror with which the count had inspired the Countess G---. for here comes the servant to inform us that breakfast is ready. I will have whatever costumes you choose brought to us. and it is absolutely necessary to procure them. At the end of the brea kfast Franz took out his watch. he seemed to fulfil the duties of a host by sitting down with his guests. "with this theory. in order to observe the impressions which he doubted not had bee n made on him by the words of their entertainer. whether the explanation of the Count of Monte Cristo with regard to duelling had satisfied him. I would fight for such a cause. and which the philanthropic French Revolution has substituted for be ing torn to pieces by horses or broken on the wheel." said the count." "What may that be?" "We have no masks. for an insult.

"I saw Castaing executed. count?" "On foot. If you went to Spain. that you should not see one anywhere else.can dress there. but on our way to the Piazza del Popolo. but I shall content myself with accepting a place in your carriage and at your window at the Rospoli Palace. I have reflected on the matter." "Excellency. myse lf. they say that the culprit is an infamous scoundrel." replied Franz." "Count. `Come." "Is it important that you should go that way?" "Yes. like you. We will send the carriage to wait for us on the Piazza del Popolo. especially when he has behaved like a father." returned the count. suppose it is a b ull-fight you are going to see? Recollect the ancient Romans of the Circus. Is this possible." "Well. it is no reason because you have not seen an execution at Paris. and the charming Vestals who made with the thumb of their white hands the fat al sign that said. but the count's eloquence decides me. when you travel. -. despatch the dying. yes. Think what a figure you will make when you are asked. besides. but I have never been able to make up my mind. "Before or after. then. Diable. `I do not know'! And. Think of the eighty thousand applauding spectators. I have more than once intended witnessing an execution." said a servant. "I thank you for your cour tesy. "a man in the dress of a penite . when a churchman is killed. it is to see everything. and you. through the Corso." "But I warn you. to see if some orders I have given have been executed.'" "Shall you go. and the sports where they killed three hundred lions and a hundred men. in a carriage. I wish to pass through the Corso." "After the execution?" cried Franz." "I will go on foot. then. "and the recital from your lips wi ll make as great an impression on me as if I had witnessed it. yes." replied the viscount. but I think I was rathe r intoxicated that day. would you not see the bull-fight? Well." said Franz. and we had p assed the previous night at a tavern. who killed with a log of wood a worthy canon who had bro ught him up like his own son. "You will describe it to me. Albert?" asked Franz. for I had quitted college the same morning. opening the door. `How do they execute at R ome?' and you reply. "Ma foi." "Let us go. it should be w ith a different weapon than a log." "Besides. there is something I wish to see. then." "Opposite the scaffold?" "The scaffold forms part of the fete. for I shall be glad to pass. "since you wish it. Albert?" "I. you will lose a very curious sight. whichever you please. and I leave you at liberty to dispose of my p lace at the Piazza del Popolo. by the Strada del Babuino. no." said Franz. we will go by the Corso. I hesitated. the sage matrons who took their daughter s.

le t us set off. gentlemen. yes" returned the count. and the centre one with white damask and a red cross. I will p ay you a visit." "At me?" "Yes.nt wishes to speak to you. "that he has excellent cigars. "I know who he is. it is half-past twelve -. an instant after the count entered. is. The masks could not appear . left by another door." returned he. and there could now be no doubt that he was the count. and my clothes are of a mo st antiquated cut. M." "With all my heart. "did you observe one very singular thing?" "What?" "How attentively he looked at you. "The carriage is going on e way to the Piazza del Popolo." The young men rose and returned into the salon. the coachman received his master's orders. "that is not very surpri sing. "Well. Franz glanced rapidly towards the three windows. he made no attempt to change it. if you please. I have been more than a year absent from Paris. While the three gentlemen walked along the Pi azza de Spagni and the Via Frattina. and who had co nsidered it no small sacrifice to be deprived of the cigars of the Cafe de Paris . the carriages. we have not any time to lose. who has travelled much. for he could not imagine with what inten tion the question was put. and we will go another. who was a great smoker. I beg. and the doors. read much. Come. I will return all this." said he. The side windows were hung with yellow damask. and since you allow me. with as much indifference as he could assume. Albert. and windows were hung with flags. de Morcerf." All three descended. "what think you of the Count of Monte Cristo?" "What do I think?" said Albert." returned Albert. sca ffolds were raised. Franz. again a pologizing. chairs were placed." "I will not refuse. "Italian cigars are horrible." Such was Albert's opinion of the count. Preparations were making on every side. and the count continued to descend the Corso. undeceive him. while the count. by t he Corso. like Brutus. will you return to the salon? you will find good cigars on the centre table. Albert. sighing. When you co me to Paris. which led directly between the Fiano and Ro spoli palaces. "But. and uttered a cry of joy at perceiving some veritable pu ros. "I am now quite at your service. of the Stoic sch ool." "Ah. the count takes me for a provincial. a nd drove down the Via del Babuino. As they approached . I intend going there soon. but the masks were visible behind the wind ows." added he. the carriages could not move about. The first opportunity yo u have. and moreover." said he. and as F ranz well knew that Albert professed never to form an opinion except upon long r eflection. Franz's attention was directed towards the windows of that last p alace." -. for he had not forgotten the signal agreed upon between the man in the ma ntle and the Transtevere peasant. "I think he is a delightful fellow. "Which are your windows?" asked he of the coun t. and tell him I am nothing of the kind." replied he. evidently surprised at such a question from his companion. Take some more of these cigars. sending a volume of smoke up towards the ceiling. gentlemen. approached the table. "The three last. and." asked Franz." Franz smil ed. I will be with you dir ectly. with a negligence evidently unaffected. "Ah. who does the honors of his table admirably. The three windows were s till untenanted. The man in the mantle had kept his promise to the Transteverin.Albert reflected.

a slight color seemed strivi ng to rise in his pale cheeks. kissed the crucifix a confessor held out to them. Each was accompanied by two priests. and thus the children had t he best view. was on the second floor of the great palace. which ma rks the centre of the square. And yet. situated between the Via del Babuino and the Monte Pincio. first Peppino and then Andrea. in the order in which they w ere to die. in a chapel closed by a grating.he was as white a s his shirt. the balconies of the two churches at the corner of the Via del Babuino and the Via di Ripetta were crammed. A double line of carbineers. which is shaped like a crescent. that cuts with the convex side. and holding in their hands lighted tapers. He looked at Albert -. more. "As you left the choice of your costumes to me. that wa s impelled towards the portico. as they w ill be the most worn this year. the chi ef marched at the head. took out a flask of wine. which the count had doubtless wished to conceal from his guests. transported the previous evening from the Carcere N uovo to the little church of Santa Maria del Popolo. Neither had his eyes bandaged.* The knife. although he had not half smok ed it.we say guillotine.the Piazza del Popolo." Franz heard the words of the count but imperfectly. the crowd became more dense. let at an exorbitant price. between which glittered the curved knife of the mandaia. while waiting for the criminal. Peppino walked with a firm step. were eat ing their breakfasts. Andrea was supported by two priests. It was evident that the execution was. On chairs were laid elegant masqu erade costumes of blue and white satin. instead of the silence and the solemnity demanded by the occasion. with the exception of cloth drawers at the left side of w hich hung a large knife in a sheath. the inmates were quite alone. The prisoners. Suddenly the tumult ceased. laughter and jests arose from the crowd. as they do not show the flour. He had. from tim e to time. before which were t wo sentinels. appeared first. These two men were the e xecutioner's assistants. leaving a path about ten feet wide. reached to the scaffold. and that is all the differ ence. the two uprights of the scaffold. del Corso. and in front of the obelisk. -. moreover. Two men. and then passed it to his companion. each accompanied by two priests. meet. One of them lifted the plank.nay. because the Roman mandaia is formed on almost the same m odel as the French instrument. At this sight alone Franz felt his legs tremble under him. seated on the movable plank on which the victim is laid. and around the guillotine a space of nearly a hundred feet. "I have had these brought. Their repast consisted app arently of bread and sausages. Behind the penitents came a man of vast stature and prop ortions. He was naked. The window. His nostrils dilated like those of a wild beast t . of a small dressing-room. when the door of communi cation was shut. the steps even seemed a parti-colored sea. for he was wholly absorbed by t he spectacle that the Piazza del Popolo presented. Behind the executioner came. every niche in the wall held its living statue. It was the first time Franz had ever seen a guillotine . with holes for the eyes. del Babuino. opening into a bedroom. The count alone seemed unmoved -. What the count said was true -. Each of them. place d on each side of the door of the church. surmounted by a cross. and he bore on his right shoulder a heavy i ron sledge-hammer. and. A brotherhood of penitents. and they are most suitable. falls from a less height. Many women held their infants on their shoulders. doubtless aware of what awaited him. and mechanically cast away his cigar. as we have said. All the rest of the square was paved with head s. The Monte Pincio seemed a vast amphitheatre filled with spectators . in the eyes of the people.the most curious spectacle in life is that of de ath. drank some. as if by magic. on account of the co nfetti (sweetmeats). who were relieved at intervals. had passed the night. It consisted. sandals bound on his feet by cords. This man was the executioner. At this sight Franz felt the perspiration start forth u pon his brow. who was awaiting his master. and he perhaps did not full y appreciate this new attention to their wishes." said the count to the two friends. and formed a circle around it. At the corner of the street they met the count's steward. and the doors of the church opened. at the point where th e three streets. and by the terrible instrumen t that was in the centre. clothed from head to foot in robes of gray sackcloth. and above the heads of the multitude two objects were visible: the obelisk. and di Ripetta. only the commencement of the Carnival.

"Do you not s ee?" returned the count. called Rocca Priori. the two culprits advanced . "A pardon for Peppino." "And see. "And yet here are two culprits. advancing to the chief of the brotherhood. and that at all times you are worthy of yourselves!" Meanwhile Andrea and the two executioners were struggling on the ground." crie d the count." said he in a loud voice. The piercing eye of Peppino had noticed all. he carried his head erect. his visage. Here is a man who had resigned himself to his fate. and he kept excla iming. The chief took the paper. and. his legs bent beneath him. At the moment when Peppino reached the f oot of the mandaia. forced his way through the s oldiers. gave him a folded paper . he might be thirty."a pardon!" At this cry Andrea r aised his head. However. did not indicate age . bronzed by the sun. for. * Dr.he shall die! -. as all the talk was in the Roman dialect. "that this human creature who is about to die is furiou s that his fellow-sufferer does not perish with him? and. who read and returned it to him. small and sharp like those of a jackal." said Franz to the count. Peppino was a handsome youn g man of four or five and twenty."look. Andrea was short and fat. who wa . and his two assistants leaped from the scaffol d and seized him. You have no right to put me to death alone. Guillotin got the idea of his famous machine from witnessing an execution in Italy. "What is going on?" asked Franz of the count." "If the pardon is to come.I will not!" And he broke from the priests struggling and raving like a wild beast. such as Franz had never before witnessed in them. extending his clinched hands towards the crowd. In prison he had suffered his beard to grow. and striving desperately to break the cords that bound his ha nds. man -. I was promi sed he should die with me." cried the count. half opened. "how well do I reco gnize you there. "that you told me there would be but one execution. "Why for him and not for me? We ought to die together. raising his hand. who seemed roused from the torpor in which he had been plunged." replied he coldly. "He ought to die! -. he had not perfectly understood it. his head fell on his shoulder. there is no time to lose. unfolde d it. and his holiness also. And yet his features wore an expression of sm iling tenderness. and his lips. man. "here is a pardon for one of the prisoners!" "A pardon!" cried the people with one voice -. and as they approached their faces became visible. Oh. look. for on m y soul it is curious. Peppino remained breathless." "I told you true. And he passed the paper to the officer commanding the carbi neers. "I thought. "Heaven be praised. "For Peppino!" cried Andrea.I will not die alone!" "Look." said the count. and his movements were apparently a utomatic and unconscious. The executioner made a sign." said the principal friar. were he able. "Pardon for whom?" cried he." "Yes. seizing the young men's hands -. his black ey es especially were full of kindness and pity. the other has many years to li ve.hat scents its prey.race of crocodiles. but only one of these two is about to die. 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. a priest arrived in some haste. marked with brutal cruelty. disclosed his white teeth. and seemed on the watch to see on which side his liberator would appear. and. here it is. I will no t die alone -.

wishes to see his companion in captivity perish. a terrib le laugh. The bell of Monte Citor io. this masterpiece o f nature. but the culprit?" . H is his first cry when he hears his fellow-man is saved? A blasphemy. full of noise and excitement. ere he had time." replied the this king of the creation!" And the count burst into a laugh. without being bitten by one of his race. was ringing a joyous peal. and would unhesitatingly shoot the poor beast. Do you know what gave him strength? -. He glanced mechanically towards the square -. he stood in great need. scaffold. all had disappeared. and signed to them to get out of the way. and mounting on his stomach.the scene was wholly changed. that I have suffered. has yet murdered his benefactor." "Yes." said Franz. The people all took part against Andrea. it is true. had forced him to his knees. who.s going to the scaffold to die -. was only guilty of having been bitten by a nother a coward. The count was erect and triumphant. and held him before the window. and it was dreadful to witness. upon who m God has laid his you know what consoled him? It was. the struggle still continued. and his cries. executioners. At every stroke a jet of blood sprang from the w ound. "Well. The t wo assistants had borne Andrea to the scaffold. victims. with his eyes closed. and then turned over on his back. was standing grasping the window-curtains. who was as suming his masquerade costume. and twenty thousand voices cried. which only sounds on the pope's decease and the opening of the Carnival. like the Avenging Angel! Chapter 36 The Carnival at Rome. then. Franz was fascinated by the horrible spectacle. into a seat. "Put him to dea th! put him to death!" Franz sprang back. after all. "only. Albert. and the count. Honor to man. to love his neighbor -. No. to whom God has given a voice to express his thoughts -. the criminal strove to rise. And yet you pity a man who. "this horrible scene has passed away like a dream. that another partook of his punishment -. Lead two sheep to th e butcher's. and the man dropped like an ox on his face. a nightmare. During this time th e executioner had raised his mace. to judge from his pallor. that has disturbed you. but the count seized his arm." "It is but a dream." "In fact." asked he of the count. but he was about to die without resistance. Ma ke haste and dress yourself. whom God created in his own image -. the Carnival his commenced. "Do you pity him? If you heard the cry of `Mad dog!' you would take your gun -. A dull and heavy sound was heard. only the people remained. his sole commandment. and make one of them understand tha t his companion will not die. but. of wh ich. This time Franz could contain himself no longer. and who.that another was to die before him. in spite of his strug gles. now unable to kill any one. When Franz recovered his senses. the ox will bel low with joy. "what has. "What are you doing?" said he. But man -. he saw Albert drinking a glass of water. but sank. his bites. The executioner let fall his mace. no -.l ook. that showed he must have suffered horribly to be able thus to laugh. look!" The command was needless. stamped violently on it with his feet. happened ?" "Nothing. half fainting. as you see. two oxen to the slaughterhouse. the sheep will bleat for pleasure. the mace fell on his left temple .that another pa rtook of his anguish -. and with one stroke opened his throat. drew his kn ife. because h is hands are bound.

dress yourselv es. indiscriminately. while it covered Morcerf and his two companions wi th dust. pantomimists. descending from the windows. and fastened on the mask that scarcely equalled the pallor of his own face. and the real visage is disclosed. so much were they occupied by the gay and glittering procession they now beheld. gesticulating. screaming. the carriage awaited them at the door. Decidedly ma n is an ungrateful and egotistical animal. Instead of the spectacle of gloomy and s ilent death. the image of what they had witnessed. A handful of confetti that came from a nei ghboring carriage. feel a thick veil drawn between the past and the present. it is the only one that causes you any emotion." "Without reflecting that this is the only moment in which you can study charact er."That is a dream also. Transteverins." Albert was drawing on the satin pantaloon over his blac k trousers and varnished boots. and I understand what the count said -. see. He assumed his costume. From every street and every corner drove carriages filled with clowns. only he has remained asleep. Albert. and seizing handfuls of confet ti and sweetmeats. but little by little the general vertigo seized them. fighting. M. yielding to the influence of the scene. and genius. and peasants. and no one too k offence. harlequins. he had never for an instant shown any appearance of having bee n moved. attacking. with their sarcasms and their missil es.Romans. they d escended. He rose in his turn. the united aristocracy of birth . have recourse to wine. with their balconies hung with carpets." returned Albert. who are happy in proportion a s they are noticed. as they drink and beco me intoxicated. The strife had fairly begun. an d who knows which of you is the most fortunate?" "But Peppino -. At these balconies are three hundred thousand spectators -. nosegays. answer frankly. "But I am really glad to have seen such a sight. and the recollection of what they had seen half an hour before was gradually effaced from the young men's minds. in which all the ma sks around him were engaged. incited him to join in the general combat. companions and strangers. Their toilet finished. gentlemen. while you have awakened. the hideous scoundrel! Come." "Ma foi. was delighted to see that the general attention was directed towards his companion. the air seems darkened with the falling confetti an d flying flowers. bend over their balconies. strangers from all parts of the world. and who. filled with sweetmeats and bouq uets. bordered from one end to the othe r with lofty palaces. wealth.that when you have once habituated your self to a similar spectacle. dress yourselves. or rather continued to see. and their windows with flags. "on the steps of the scaffold death tears off the mask that has been worn through life. A crowd of masks flowed in from all sides. no. unlike most men. the Piazza del Popolo presented a spectacle of gay and noisy mirth and revelry. emerging from the doors. Imagine the large and splendid Corso. or lean from their windows. dominoes. As for the Count of Monte Cristo. He profited by this distraction to slip away among the c rowd. Italians. who." said Franz." Franz felt it would be ridiculous not to follo w his two companions' example. de Morcer f sets you the example.what has become of him?" "Peppino is a lad of sense. pricked his neck and that portion of his face uncovered by his mask lik e a hundred pins. and shower down confetti. throwing eggs filled with flour. Lovely women. cast them with all the fo rce and skill he was master of. friends and foes. or did anything but laugh." said the count. "Well. knights. to dri ve away a violent sorrow. whi ch are returned by bouquets. They fell into the line of carriages. It must be allowe d that Andrea was not very handsome. Franz and Albert were like men who. They s aw. confetti. "do you feel much in clined to join the revels? Come. and which. In the streets the lively crowd is dressed in the most fantast . and they felt themselves obliged to take part in the noise and confusion. with which the carriage was filled. mummers. without even thanking the worthy priests who accompanied him. But dress yourself. It is difficult to form an idea of t he perfect change that had taken place.

buffaloes' heads below from men's shoulders.that calash filled with Roman peasants. If the fair peasant wishes to carry matters any further." said Franz to him. He instantl y rose and cast the remainder of the bouquets into the carriage." "No. beneath which Franz's imagination easily pictured the beautiful Greek of the Argentina. you know y ou have places at my windows. my carria ge. and. -. the line of carriages moved on again. half serious. as they say at the opera-balls. "you did not see?" "What?" "There. however. Shall I leave you? Perhaps you would prefer being alone?" "No. "in token of your ingratitude." "Well. the day passed unmarked by any incident. Unfortunately for him . half laughing. in the midst of all this a mask is lifted. "Ah. he was busily occupied throwing bouquets at a carriage full of Roman peasants that was passing near him. in spite of Albert's hope. "when you ar e tired of being actors.gigantic cabbages walk gravely about. and while he descended the Piazza del Po polo. So I will not abandon this bouquet. "things go wonderfully. exactly resembling Odry's in "The Bear and the Pasha.I really think so. for when Albert and Franz again encoun tered the carriage with the contadini. as in Callot's Temptation of St. Doubtless one o f the charming females Albert had detected beneath their coquettish disguise was touched by his gallantry. we shall find her. springing out. Albert's mask fell off. dispose of my coachman." "Oh. "Well. but from which we are separated by troops of f iends." The jest. for.they were opposite the Rospoli Pa lace. and the carriage went triumphantly on. Franz thanked the count for his attention. "Gentlemen. soon appeared to become earnest. "there is the beginning of an adventure. accidentally or purposely. "I will not be caught like a fool at a first disclosure by a rendezvous under the clock. In the meantime. "here was an opport unity of making up for past disappointments. a lovely face is exhib ited. Albert." "Pardieu." s aid he to Franz. Albert seized it." said the count." and the two footmen behind were dressed up as green monkeys." said Franz." "How unfortunate that you were masked. as the carriage of the two friends passed her. with which they made grimaces at every one who passed. "I hope the Carnival will not pa ss without some amends in one shape or the other. I am convinced they are all charming women. s he threw a bunch of violets. leaving the vehicle at their disposal." replied he. except ing two or three encounters with the carriage full of Roman peasants. bravo. and wish to become spectators of this scene. she will find . laughing." We have forgotten to mention. and as Franz had no reason to sup pose it was meant for him. he suffered Albert to retain it. This will give a faint idea of the Carnival at Rome. was a blue domino." returned Franz. or rather. the one hung with white damask with a red cross. which we would fain follow. clapped her hands when she beheld them in his button-hole. the one who had thrown the violets to Alb ert. As for Albert. the other ascended towards the Palazzo di Venezia. At the second turn t he Count stopped the carriage. At one of these encounters. Franz looked up -. and requested permission to withdraw.ic costumes -. Albert placed it in his button-hole. "Bravo. with spring masks." But." "Laugh if you please -. that the count's coachman wa s attired in a bear-skin." replied he." said Franz. Anthony. dogs walk on their hind legs. At the centre window. my dear fellow. and my servants.

us to-morrow. without saying a word. let us dine quietly." he said. but the count and the blue domino had also disappeared." "Then I must give up the idea?" "No. to confess that the advantage was not on Pastr ini's side. Franz questioned Albert as to his intentions. Truth compelled Franz. but Al bert had great projects to put into execution before going to the theatre. to carry the intrigue no farther. in spite of the dislike he s eemed to have taken to the count. upon which Franz and Albert mounted to their apa rtments. and y our fair Circe must be very skilful or very powerful if she succeed in changing you into a beast of any kind. were still occupied by the persons whom the count had invited." returned Alb ert." They resolved to profit by the count's courtesy. Franz hastened to inquire after the count. and that thei r wishes should be attended to. Albert. hung with yellow dama sk. but this is quite a French demand. but they could not refrain from remarking the difference between the Count of Monte Cristo's table and that of Signor Pastrini. and they could therefore dispose of it without fear of indiscretion. we have them ready-made. he has already proved him self full of resources." said Franz." returned Albert. passed along the Piazza di Spagni and the Rospoli Palace and stopped at the door of the hotel. and that it had gone at four o'clock to fetch him from the Rospoli Palace. y ou shall find a collection of costumes with which you will be satisfied. he inquired if Signor Pastrini could procure him a tailor. "To make you two costumes between now and to-morro w? I ask your excellencies' pardon. as h e took off his dress." said Franz. During dessert. and ordered the horses to be h arnessed." Albert was right. and to-morrow. for the n ext 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. drove up it.'" "Agreed. "and for what?" "To make us between now and to-morrow two Roman peasant costumes. The host shook his head. and i nstead of making any answer. "but remember. and I shall know what I have to do. that both my friend and myself attach the greatest importance to having to-morrow the costumes we ha ve asked for. Albert and Franz looked at each other. moreover. for although the young men made sev eral more turns. Then they returned to the Rospoli Palace. "A tailor." "My dear Albert. charged him to offer the two friends the key o f his box at the Argentina. while they substituted evening dress for that which they had on. the two windows. "leave all to our host. and w . carefully preserved the bunch of violets. and in a second all the carriages had disappeared. "given positive orders that the carriage was to remain at their lordships' orders all day. At this momen t the same bell that had proclaimed the beginning of the mascherata sounded the retreat. Signor Pastrini." said the host. "you are wise as Nestor and prudent as Ulysses. Franz and Albert were opposite the Via delle Maratte. The two friends sat down to table. the coac hman. The count had." The host again assured them they might rely on him. fearing really to abuse the c ount's kindness. The file on the Corso broke the line. Leave all to me. it was his token reserved for the morrow. then she will give me some sign or other. Signor Pastrini came to the door to receive his guests. which had turned up one of t he neighboring streets. when you awake. but Pastrini reas sured him by saying that the Count of Monte Cristo had ordered a second carriage for himself. and afterwards go and see `The Alge rian Captive." "On my word. "His excellency the Count of Monte Cristo had. they did not again see the calash. the fair unknown had resolved. doubtless. The servant understood them. and to express regret that he had not returned in sufficient time. the servant inquired at what time they wished for th e carriage. and proceeded to disencumber themselves of their costumes.

"it seems you have noth ing better to do than to make the acquaintance of this new Lord Ruthven. Her opera-glass was so fixedly directed towar ds them." said she." "It would frighten you too much." "So much the more reason. ava iling himself of one of the privileges of the spectators of the Italian theatres ." "All day?" "Yes. and no. you know?" "The Count of Monte Cristo. Albert. I prefer complete histories. but tell me how you made his acquainta nce? Did any one introduce you to him?" "No." "Through what medium?" "The very prosaic one of our landlord. they went to the theatre." "He is staying." ." "Without being so far advanced as that. sat behind.hich was somewhat the worse for the numerous combats they had sustained." "How so?" "It is a long story. in his turn. who use their boxes to hold receptions. Her first look was at t he box where she had seen the count the previous evening. an d now we have taken possession of his box. the two friends went to pay their resp ects to the countess. Scarcely had they entered.entered. that Franz saw it would be cruel not to satisfy her curiosity. when she motioned to Franz to a ssume the seat of honor. and. and installed themselves in the count' s box. "Well." "What is his name -. but on the same floor." returned Franz." 'Tell it to me." "At least wait until the story has a conclusion. During the first act." "You know him. the Countess G---. of course. and you are already the best friends in the world.for." "When?" "Last night. after we left you. then?" "Yes." "Very well. This pr ecaution taken. hardly giving Franz time to sit down. this morning we breakfasted with him. my dear countess. at the Hotel de Londres with you?" "Not only in the same hotel. "I c annot deny that we have abused his good nature all day. so that she perceived Franz and Albert in the place of the very person concerning whom she had express ed so strange an opinion to Franz. we rode in his carriage all day. then. it was he who introduced himself to us.

we heard. Did you pass through the Corso?" "Yes." observed the countess. did you notice two windows hung with yellow damask. "did we not think h im delightful. I think. who has taken the appearance of Lara in order to avoid being confounded wit h M. A friend of ten years' standing could not have done more for us. he must be a nabob." "Come."That is not a family name?" "No." "The count had three windows at the Rospoli Palace?" "Yes." "Why. I am referred to you. de Rothschild." "And he is a count?" "A Tuscan count." "The deuce. "At the Rospoli Palace. or with a more perfect courtesy." "You hear. Do you know what those three windows were worth?" "Two or three hundred Roman crowns?" "Two or three thousand. "I see my vampire is only some milliona ire. but she remained perfectly invi sible. who was herself from one o f the oldest Venetian families." "Well." interrupted Albert. smiling. and you have seen her?" "Her?" "The beautiful Greek of yesterday. "What sort of a man is he?" "Ask the Vicomte de Morcerf. de Morcerf." "Then why did he purchase it?" ." "No. M." returned Albert." "Does his island produce him such a revenue?" "It does not bring him a baiocco. "We should be very hard to please. 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." "When you say invisible. we must put up with that." said the countess." said the countess. madam. the sound of her guzla. "it is only to keep up the myster y. and one with white d amask with a red cross? Those were the count's windows." "Well. it is the name of the island he has purchased.

followed by a tailor. and their red caps. as we have already said. Franz was forced to confess that costume has much to do with the physical superiority we accord to certain nations. the coachman and footman had put on their livery over their disguises. and he ass ured them that they would be perfectly satisfied. silk stockings with clocks. and for the remainder o f the Carnival. and to procure th em two of the long silk sashes of different colors with which the lower orders d ecorate themselves on fete-days. and." said he. "although a companion is agreeable. were he at Paris. conversing on all subjects with the greatest ease. moreover. like himself and his frie nd. indicated to Albert that. and which gained them the ap plause of Franz and Albert. A few words he let fall showed them that he was no stranger to the sciences. who had eight or ten Roman p easant costumes on his arm. whic h gave them a more ridiculous appearance than ever. This picturesque attire set him off t o great advantage. I pray you. Albert had fastened the faded bunch of violets to hi s button-hole. and whether it was the result of chance. also. he entered Franz's room. who looked at himself i n the glass with an unequivocal smile of satisfaction. At half-past one they descen ded. The two friends did not venture to return the count the breakfast he had given t hem. perfectly well acquainted with the literature of all countries. an hour afterwards the two friends returned to their hotel. The Turks used to be so picturesque wi th their long and flowing robes. At the first sound of the bell they hastened into the Corso by th e Via Vittoria. He was. or whether a similar feeling had possessed them both. and when he had bound the scarf around his waist. and he was only prevented from recogniz ing him for a perfect gentleman by reason of his varied knowledge. let fall on his shoulder a stream of rib bons. and when hi s hat. and he seemed much occupied with chemistry. and a silk waistcoat. "he seemed to me somewhat eccentric." "He is an original. Albe rt was charmed with the count's manners. but are they not now hideous with their blue fr ocks buttoned up to the chin." The young men wished to decline. the peasants had changed their costume. placed coquettishly on one side. shoes with buckles. The next morning. Make use of it. This morning he made two or three exits worthy of Didier or Anthony. but they could find no good reason for refusin g an offer which was so agreeable to them. and a frequenter of the theatres. A glance at the walls of his salon proved to Franz and Albert that he was a connoisseur of pictures." A t this moment a fresh visitor entered.a jacket and breeches of blue velvet. They told him so frankly. At the second turn. according to custom. and he r eceived their excuses with the air of a man who appreciated their delicacy. perfect freedom is so metimes still more agreeable."For a whim." observed Albert. while he had ch . I come to say that to-day. and charged the tai lor to sew on each of their hats about twenty yards of ribbon. Franz gave up h is seat to him. which make them look like a bo ttle of wine with a red seal? Franz complimented Albert. thrown from a carr iage filled with harlequins. so that you will not inconvenience me in any w ay. I should say he was a poor devil litera lly mad. This circumstance had. The permissio n to do what he liked with the carriage pleased him above all. for your pleasure or your business. Albert was impatient to see how he looked in hi s new dress -. for the fair peas ants had appeared in a most elegant carriage the preceding evening. "Gentlemen. they selected two exactly alike. I leave the carriage entirely at your disposal. and Albert w as not sorry to be upon an equal footing with them. They were thus engaged wh en the Count of Monte Cristo entered. a bunch of fresh violets. then?" "In reality. at nine o'cl ock. it would have been too absurd to offer him in exchange for his excellent ta ble the very inferior one of Signor Pastrini. The host will te ll you I have three or four more. Signor Pas trini had already set about procuring their disguises for the morrow. the effect of changing the conv ersation. The Count of Monte Cristo remained a quarter of an hour with them.

Franz took the letter. The evening was no longer joy. and when he again met the calash. he brought away with him a treasure of pious thou ghts. She was charming. He therefore promised A lbert that he would content himself the morrow with witnessing the Carnival from the windows of the Rospoli Palace. informing him that he wou ld have the honor of being received by his holiness the next day. Franz remarked. but he r joyous companions also. but he kept the faded one i n his hand. Franz found a letter from the embassy. and follow the Roman peasant who snatches your torch from you. Franz was by no means sorry to learn how to act on such an occasion. Albert placed the fresh bouquet in his button-hole. The day was as gay as the preceding one. He had recognized by certain unmistakable signs. but wh en they again passed he had disappeared. Franz c ongratulated Albert. on his return. Fran z carefully avoided the Corso. be sure to fasten . for the next evenin g Franz saw him enter triumphantly shaking a folded paper which he held by one c orner. He had made up his mind to wr ite to her the next day. On his return from the Vatican. and read: -Tuesday evening. Albert let himself be pressed just as long as friendship re quired. declaring beforehand that he was willing to make any sacrifi ce the other wished. He f elt assured that the perfect indiscretion of his friend would duly inform him of all that happened. to which the mad gayety of the maskers would have been profanation. In the evening. At each previo us visit he had made to Rome. one cannot incline one's self without awe before the vene rable and noble old man called Gregory XVI. "Read. and then avowed to Franz that he would do him a great favor by allowing him to occupy the carriage alone the next day. and as she passed she raised her mask. he raised it to his lips. during three years that he had travelled all over It aly. but that he was unwilling to ask it. H e insisted upon it. wh ich he doubtless meant to make the bearer of his amorous epistle. he had solicited and obtained the same favor. At ten minutes past five Albert entered overjoyed. while he gave these details. The harlequin had reassumed her pea sant's costume. "was I mistaken?" "She has answered you!" cried Franz. Franz was not sufficiently egotistical to stop Albert in the middle of an adventure that promi sed to prove so agreeable to his curiosity and so flattering to his vanity. and as. for in spite of his condescension and touching kindness. Franz anticipated his wishes b y saying that the noise fatigued him. and incited as much by a religious feeling as by gratitude. at seven o'clock. Albert nothing doubted but that the fair unknown would reply in the same manner. who received his congratulations with the air of a man cons cious that they are merited. th at his fair incognita belonged to the aristocracy. but delirium. he was unwilling to quit the capital of the Christian world without laying his respectful homage at the feet of one of St.anged his costume they had assumed his. a similar piece of good fortune had never fallen to his share. Peter's successors who has set the rare example of all the vi rtues. perhaps even more animated and noisy." said he. descend from your carriage opposite the Via dei Pontefici." This word was pronounced in a manner impossible to describe. holding an enormous bouquet. This belief wa s 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 sat in. "Well. the count appeared for an instant at his window. The next morning he saw Albert pass and repass. and that he should pass the next day in wr iting and looking over his journal. an actio n which seemed greatly to amuse not only the fair lady who had thrown it. Albert was not deceived. It is almost needless to say that the f lirtation between Albert and the fair peasant continued all day. that Alber t seemed to have something to ask of him. Albert attributed to Franz's abse nce the extreme kindness of the fair peasant in raising her mask. Wh en you arrive at the first step of the church of San Giacomo. He did not then think of the Carnival.

in reality." said Franz. Constancy and Discretion. a s he returned the letter. and had only returned an hour since. He had started the previo us evening." replied Albert. the Count of Monte C risto was announced. and were told they were all let.) "Yes. an d the orthography irreproachable. The count must feel sure that Franz re cognized him. I adore Rome. This assurance determined t . He was charming. "I am in love. at least. "and I very much fear you will go alone to the Duke of Bracciano's ball." returned Albert." said Albert. Signor Pastrini informe d them that business had called him to Civita Vecchia. "Laugh as much as you will. any ble mish in the language or orthography." said Franz. "Take care.) "You are born to good fortune. They had not seen him for two days. but also return to Florence alone." "I think so. "I shall fix my self at Rome for six weeks." cried Franz. but the co unt replied that. After dinner. two or three more such adventures." "Come. Until then you will not see me." "You alarm me." "Whether she goes there or not." (The writing was. and yet he had not let fall a single word indicating any previous acquaintance between them.a knot of rose-colored ribbons to the shoulder of your harlequin costume." "If my unknown be as amiable as she is beautiful. he was to-night like everyb ody else. or whether by accident he did not sound the acrimonious chords that in other circumstances had been touched. the box at the Argentina Theatre would be lost if they did not profit by it." "Well. however great Franz's desire was to allu de to their former interview. He hastened with Franz to seat himself. as he was going to the Palli Theatre. Whether he kep t a watch over himself. also. charming. and if your fair incognita belong to the h igher class of society. In consequence. and I have always had a grea t taste for archaeology." asked he. alleging their fear of depriving him of it." Franz and Albert had received that morning an inv itation from the celebrated Roman banker. and I do not despair of seeing you a member of the Academy." "You know how imperfectly the women of the mezzo cito are educated in Italy?" ( This is the name of the lower class. least such was the apparent motive of his visit." replied Albert. in ord er that you may be recognized. fr ee to recommence the discussion after dinner. "what do you think of that?" "I think that the adventure is assuming a very agreeable appearance. "I see that I shall not only go alone to the Duke of Bracciano's. The man was an enigma to Franz. the fear of being disagreeable to the man who had loaded him and his friend with kindness prevented him from mentioning it. when Franz had finished. Franz and Alb ert made some difficulty. she must go there. he brought them the key of his own -. my opinion is still the same. "Well. and find if you can. "You have read the letter?" "Yes. Look at the writing." Doubtless Albert was about to discuss seriously his righ t to the academic chair when they were informed that dinner was ready. "All the nobility of Rome will be present. read the letter again. On his side. The co unt had learned that the two friends had sent to secure a box at the Argentina T heatre. Albert's love had not taken away his appetite.

in spit e of Albert's demonstrations of false modesty. At the sound of the fireworks the carriages instant ly broke ranks. like the moccoli. he would produce a great effect there. with his eccentric character. in the carriages. And. On Tuesday. mingle in the gayety. and contribut e to the noise and excitement. exchanging handfuls of confetti with the other carriages and th e pedestrians. but Franz announced he had something far newer to tell her. In order that there might be no confusion. and retired by the adjacent streets. that is. and yet it was easy to understand that he was formed to rule the y oung men with whom he associated at present. let off on the Piazza del Popolo and the Piazza di Venezia (hea rd with difficulty amid the din and confusion) announced that the races were abo ut to begin. From two o'clock till five Franz and Albert follo wed in the fete. are one of the episodes peculiar to th e last days of the Carnival. as Lent begins after eig ht at night. a single arm that did not move. he informed the countess of the g reat event which had preoccupied them for the last three days. and the haughty and disdainful upper lip that gives to the words it utters a peculiar character that impresses them on the min ds of those to whom they are addressed. to which all R ome was invited. made up of a thunder of cries. then the trampling of horses and the clashing of steel were heard. the theatres open at ten o'clock in the morning. eggs. and. He was at least forty. and nosegays. Albert was constantly expatiating on their good fortune in meeti ng such a man.he two friends to accept it. Franz wore hi s peasant's costume. And yet he did not w ish to be at Paris when the count was there. The count was no longer young. It was a human storm. At three o'clock the sou nd of fireworks. Truly. or rather the principal quality o f which was the pallor. upon separating. The author of this history. but in payi ng visits and conversing. who crowded amongst the horses' feet and the carriage wheels with out a single accident. to complete his resemblance wi th the fantastic heroes of the English poet. and a ha il of sweetmeats. the count seemed to have the power of fascination. He could not refrain from admiring the s evere beauty of his features. He thought several times of the project the count had of visiting Paris. if we may credit travellers. The Countess G---. but even think of him without imagining his stern head upon Manfred's s houlders. but congratulated Albert on his success. the last and most tumultuous day of the Carnival. a single tongue that was silent. or beneath Lara's helmet. we will not say see him. but the count exercised over him als o the ascendency a strong mind always acquires over a mind less domineering. a Byronic hero! Franz could not. the tumult became greater. A knot of rose-colored ribbons fell from his shoulde r almost to the ground. On Tu esday. All these evolutions are ex ecuted with an inconceivable address and marvellous rapidity. have not been to see the Carnival before. she gave Albert no si gn of her existence the morrow or the day after. Franz had by degrees become accustomed to the count's pallor. all those who through want of money. They pr omised.wished to revive the subject of the count. The heroine of the bouquet kept her word. At length Tuesday came. Albert was triumphan t in his harlequin costume. The races. The fetes are verita ble pleasure days to the Italians. without the police interfering in the matter. the comtess did not manifest the least incredulity. and h is colossal fortune. he had the fiery eyes that se em to penetrate to the very soul. which had so forc ibly struck him at their first meeting. flowers. The pedestrians ranged themselves against the walls. at the windows. Franz was less enthusiastic. and he had no doubt but that. As similar intrig ues are not uncommon in Italy. does not recollect to have ever seen a ceremony inter rupted by one of those events so common in other countries. or enthusias m. time. or a single fight. There was not on the pavement. his characteristic face. A detachment . His forehead was marked with the line that i ndicates the constant presence of bitter thoughts. to meet at the Duke of Bracciano's ball. As the day advanced. oranges. a single dispute. The evening passed as evenings most ly pass at Italian theatres. not in listening to the music. who has resided f ive or six years in Italy. the only defect.

and at the same instant all the moccolet ti were extinguished as if by enchantment. It is impossible to form any idea of it without having seen it. snatched his moccoletto from him without his offe ring any resistance. the superhuman fans. but. bearing his moccoletto in his hand. and the immense stream again cont inued its course between its two granite banks. Franz followed Albert with hi s eyes. Immediately. at the cry of "Moccoletti!" rep eated by the shrill voices of a thousand vendors. The two friends were in t he Via dei Pontefici. The moccole tto is kindled by approaching it to a light. fifteen abreast. It was a signal. relighting. Suppose that all the stars had descended from the sky and mingl ed in a wild dance on the face of the earth. are candles which vary i n size from the pascal taper to the rushlight. and already. It seemed li ke the fete of jack-o'-lanterns. H ad old AEolus appeared at this moment. The steps were crowded with masks. A new source of noise and movement was added to the crowd. without doubt. and the devil has somewhat aided him. No sound was audible save that of the carriages that were carrying the maskers h ome. This battle of folly an d flame continued for two hours. without any other signal. Every five minutes Alb ert took out his watch. one after the other. At the end of ten minutes fifty thousand li ghts glittered. and that one comes from God.of carbineers. and which give to each actor in t he great final scene of the Carnival two very serious problems to grapple with. the whole accompanied by cries that were never heard in any other part of the world. Albert sprang out. . in the midst of a tremendous and general outcry. a fi rst-rate pugilist. nothing was visible save a few lights that burnt behind the windows. to announce that the street was clear. But he has discovered a tho usand means of taking it away.Fr anz and Albert among the rest. The moccoletto is like life: man has found but one me ans of transmitting it. a second voll ey of fireworks was discharged. When the detachment arrived at the Piazza di Venezia. The night was rapidly approaching. nothing hostile passed. every one blowing. Then the Castle of Saint Angelo fired three cannon to indicate that numbe r three had won. how to keep his own moccoletto alight. The Ca rnival was over. for he saw Albert disappear arm-in-arm with the p easant girl. Every one hastened to purchase moccoletti -. The sellers of mocco letti entered on the scene.first.the gigantic bellows. down all the streets. how to extinguish the moccoletti of others. Chapter 37 The Catacombs of Saint Sebastian. Two or three masks strove to knock his moccoletto out of his hand. two or three stars began to bu rn among the crowd. He watched them pass through the crowd for some time. the monstrous ext inguishers. and saw him mount the first step. The moccoli. the features of the spectators on the third and fourth stories were visible. but at length he lost sight of them in the Via Macello. like torrents pent up for a while. descending from the Palazzo di Venezia to the Piazza del Popolo. and con tinued his course towards the church of San Giacomo. excited by the shouts of three hundred thousand spectators. Suddenly the bell that gives the sign al for the end of the carnival sounded. But who can describe the thousand m eans of extinguishing the moccoletto? -. which again flow into the parent river. he would have been proclaimed king of the moccoli. who strove to snatch each other's torches. The facchino follows the princ e. flowing on towards the Corso. the Corso was light as day. Instantly a mask. and secondly. and mounting from the Piazzo del Popolo to the Palazzo di Venezia. Franz found himself in utter darkness. the carriages moved on. sent them rolling in the street. passed by like ligh tning. seven or eight horses. wearing the well-kno wn costume of a peasant woman. Almost in stantly. and Aquilo the heir-presumptive to the throne. extinguishing. -. at length it pointed to seven. Franz was too far off to hear what they said. or moccoletti. It seemed as though one immense blast of the wind had extinguished every one. but Albert. galloped up the Corso in order to clear it for the barberi. the Transteverin the citizen.

the men run no other danger than that of falling in love with you. therefore. I think it was something very like a rendezvous. I meant persons who were ou t in the streets of Rome." "I am not speaking. telling his host that he was going to pass the night at the Duke of Bracciano's." asked the countess. Franz replied that he had left him at the mom ent they were about to extinguish the moccoli. Dinner was waiting. "this is a bad day." "Diavolo!" said the duke. "and whom I have not seen since. "I waited for him until this hour. or rather a bad night. and that he had lost sight of him in the Via Macello. countess!" These words were addressed to the Countess G---. in spite of the officious attention of his host. Franz sat down with out him. inq uired into the cause of his absence. The distance was short. the duchess. and at the end of ten minutes his carriage. and the silence which had succeeded the turmoil. unle ss it be to go to a ball?" "Our friend. who had been accustomed to see them dine together. w ho had just arrived. o r rather the count's. which added yet more to the intensity of the darkness. countess. the duke's b rother.its too rapid flight. who presented himself two or three times to inquire if he wanted anything." said Franz. for eleven o'clock. and their first question on his arrival was to inquire the wherea bouts of his travelling companion. to be out late. He ordered the carriage. b ut as Albert had told him that he should not return so soon." replied the countess. which was on the wane. Franz resolved to wait for Albert as late as possible. Franz and Albert had brought to Rome letters of introdu ction to them. The sudden e xtinction of the moccoletti. By a chance. At eleven o'clock Albert had not come back. desiring Signor Pastrini to inform him the momen t that Albert returned to the hotel. and was leaning on the arm of Signor Torlonia. "of the persons who are here. does its honors with the most consummate grace. but Franz merely replied that Albert had re ceived on the previous evening an invitation which he had accepted. on the contrary. "and those who are here will complain of but one thing -. perhaps. is it not. not precisely.In his whole life." "Ah. had sudde nly changed into a vast tomb. He therefore dined very silently.. whom I left in pursuit of his unknown about seven o'clock this evening. It see med as though Rome. and the women of falling ill of jealousy at seeing you so lovely. had left in Franz's mind a certain depr ession which was not free from uneasiness. stopped before the Hotel de Londres. and went out. however." replied Franz. Franz had never before experienced so sudden an imp ression. that it is a charming night. the darkness which had replaced the light. so rapid a transition from gayety to sadness. the moon. "who is out in the streets of Rome at this hour. " "And don't you know where he is?" . Signor Pastrini. "And do you know whither he went?" "No. Albert de Morcerf. "I think. The house of the Duke of Bracciano is one of the most delightful in Rome. as in this moment. one of the last heiresses of the C olonnas. did not rise until eleven o'c lock." said the duke with a smile. "Then he has not returned?" said the duke. Franz dressed himself. and the streets which the young man traversed were plunged in the deepest obscurity. and thus their fetes ha ve a European celebrity. under the magic breath of some demon of the night.

in any event. "Oh. d uke. "you. is one of my servants who is seeking you . what could happ en to him?" "Who can tell? The night is gloomy. Franz saw a man in the middle of the stree t. "the master of the Hotel de Londres has sent to let you k now that a man is waiting for you with a letter from the Viscount of Morcerf." "Ah. He had no doubt that it was the messenger from Albert." "And who is the man?" "I do not know." The duke was not mistaken. "go with all speed -. is hardly ten minutes' walk from the Hotel d e Londres. pray be assured of that. otherwise I cannot answer as to what I m ay do myself. "Your excellency. who gained t he prize in the race to-day." "Why did he not bring it to me here?" "The messenger did not say. He ha d sent away his carriage with orders for it to fetch him at two o'clock. "I informed them at the hotel that I had the honor of passing the night here. " Franz felt a shudder run through his veins at observing that the feeling of th e duke and the countess was so much in unison with his own personal disquietude. "Yes. "and desired them to come and inform me of his return." "Oh. if it is not any serious affair." "Is he armed?" "He is in masquerade. when he saw Franz. which is on one side in the Corso.poor young man! Perhaps some accident has happened to him. and on the other in the Square of the Holy Apostles." said the duke to Franz." "You should not have allowed him to go. The man was wrapped up . who know Rome better than he does. As he came near the hotel." said the countess." replied Franz." "I will hasten." "A letter from the viscount!" exclaimed Franz."Not at all." "And where is the messenger?" "He went away directly he saw me enter the ball-room to find you." he said. "Yes." Franz took his hat and went away in haste. the servant came up to him. "and then moreover. and the Tiber is very near the Via Macello." said the countess to Franz." replied the duke." "You might as well have tried to stop number three of the barberi. "here I think." said Franz." "Be prudent. "Shall we see you again to give us any information?" inquired the countess. fortuna tely the Palazzo Bracciano." replied Franz.

" said the messenger. Run to Torlon ia. add your own to it. have the kindness to take the letter of credit from my pocket-book. if you please. "And why?" "Your excellency will know when you have read the letter. which you will find in the square dra wer of the secretary. "Well -. It is urgent that I should have this money without delay. draw from him instantly four thousand piastres.what?" responded Franz. then?" "Certainly. if it be not sufficient. "from the Vis count of Morcerf?" "Your excellency lodges at Pastrini's hotel?" "I do. "You have seen the man who desired to speak with you from your friend?" he aske d of Franz." "Then it is to your excellency that this letter is addressed. the stra nger first addressed him. I have seen him. . Light the candles in my apartment. and give them to the bearer. retreating a step or two. and this had only made him the more anxious to read Al bert's letter. "Yes -." "Is there any answer?" inquired Franz. to his extreme astonishment. Your friend. and I will give it to you." "Shall I find you here. I t was written and signed by Albert. -." he replied. and unfolded it. "Yes. I do not say more." "Your excellency is the travelling companion of the viscount?" "I am. but." Franz entered the hotel. re lying on you as you may rely on me. He went up to him. "Well?" said the landlord. "and he has handed this letter to me." inquired Franz.your friend at least hopes so." "Your excellency's name" -"Is the Baron Franz d'Epinay.The moment you have received this. and so he went instantly towards the waxlight. Franz read it twice before he could comprehe nd what it contained. taking the letter from him. On the staircase he met Signor Pastrini. The young man had found Signor Pastrini l ooking very much alarmed." The inn-keeper gave orders to a se rvant to go before Franz with a light. "Are not you the person who brought me a letter. "What wants your excellency of me?" inquired the man. It was thus worded: -My Dear a large cloak." "I prefer waiting here. as if to keep on his guard." "Come up-stairs with me. with a smile.

The count came t owards him. as he lived at Florence. what good wind blows you hither at this hour?" said he. "and what may it be?" "Are we alone?" "Yes. and request him to be so kind as to give me an audience. Thus seven or eight hundred piastres were wanting t o them both to make up the sum that Albert required. Franz was about to ring f or Signor Pastrini. Below these lines were written." Signor Pastrini did as he was desired.I now believe in Italian banditti. -. "Did you see the postscript?" "I did. well!" said he. and in it the letter of credit. He remembered the Count of Monte Cristo. "If by six in the morning the four thousand piastres are not in my hands. then." he said. about to return t o the Palazzo Bracciano without loss of time. He hastened to open the secretary. when suddenly a luminous idea cros sed his mind. "Well. Franz gave him Albe rt's letter. therefore. He was. -. I have come to speak to you of a very serious matter. in a strange hand. Albert. hastily." he said. if you please. "My dear sir. "do you know if the count is within?" "Yes. and found the pocket-book in the drawe r. he had brought but a hundred louis. "have you come to sup with me? It would be very kind of you. True. the following in Italian: -Se alle sei della mattina le quattro mile piastre non sono nelle mie mani. and which was surrounded with divans. and a servant introduced him to the count." said the count. he might in such a ca se rely on the kindness of Signor Torlonia." replied the count. He was in a small room whic h Franz had not yet seen. Luigi Vampa. by se ven o'clock the Count Albert will have ceased to live."The count awaits your excellency. "Read that. looking at Franz with the earnestness usual to him. he has this moment returned." Franz went along the corridor." "Is he in bed?" "I should say no. when that worthy presented himself. indeed. in wh ose existence he had for so long a time refused to believe. the street was safer fo r him." This second signature explained everything to Franz. and had only come to Rome to pass seven or eight days." "No. There was no time to lose. but of these six thousand Albert had already expended three thousand." "Then ring at his door. who now understood the obj ection of the messenger to coming up into the apartment. The count read it.S. and returning. .Albert de Morcerf. and of these he h ad not more than fifty left. h e had no letter of credit. he said. had fallen into the hands of the famous bandit chief." "A serious matter. "Well. going to the door. and returning five minu tes after. your excellency. There were in all six thousand piastres. P. alla sette il conte Alberto avra cessato di vivere. As to Franz.

"The postscript is explicit. said to Franz. "Judge for yourself. I come to you first and instantly. you could find a way of simplifying the negotiation. "And if I went to seek Vampa. on the contrary. "who told you that?" "No matter. would you accompany me?" "If my society would not be disagreeable." "Shall I take any arms?" "For what purpose?" "Any money?" "It is useless. and a walk without Rome will do us both good." said Franz. Where is the man who brought the letter?" "In the street. "and he made a sign to Franz to take what he pleased. opened it." "You see. have what you will. then." The count knit his brows." "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. I am sure he would not refuse you Al bert's freedom. It is a lovely night. and remained silent an instan t. "If we were to go together to Luigi Vampa. "How so?" returned the count.'" "What think you of that?" inquired Franz. "And I thank you. to send the money to Luigi Vampa?" asked the young man. looking fixedly in his turn at the count. "`Luigi Vampa."`Se alle sei della mattina le quattro mile piastre non sono nelle mie mani. "Have you the money he demands?" "Yes. well." "I think that if you would take the trouble of reflecting." "Be it so. -." "He awaits the answer?" . all but eight hundred piastres. "Is it absolutely necessary. al la sette il conte Alberto avra cessato di vivere. with surprise. I know it."I hope you wil l not offend me by applying to any one but myself. and pulling out a drawer filled with gold." said the count." The count went to his secretary." replied he." replied Franz.

But Peppino. Teresa returned it -." replied Peppino." "It is useless." "What?" cried Franz. mounting the steps a t a bound. that is strange. and. disguised as the coachman. the Frenchman took off his mask. Beppo has taken in plenty of others. "I am a friend of the count's. The Frenchman asked for a rendezvous. You allow me to give you this title?" continued the count in French. he would not come up. but it is something that you believe so. it was Beppo who was on the steps of the church of San Giac omo." said the count. "But it was no disgrace to your friend to have been deceived. did the same. "it is necessary to excite this man's confidence ." "To your apartments. with an accent of profound gratitude." "How did the Viscount Albert fall into Luigi's hands?" "Excellency. with the chief's consent. "Never? That is a long time. "he is one of my friends. for it is a week ago. Teresa gave him one -. "Well?" said the count." Peppino glanced anxiously at Franz. "Salite!" said the count. who was in the carriage. threw himself on his knees. "I am ready to answer any questions your excellency m ay address to me. Rise and answer. but rather with alacrity. excellency. Peppino. and never shall I forget it. entered the hotel. "Oh." "You can speak before me. five seconds afterwards he was at the door of the room. you may speak before his excel lency. "was Luigi Vampa in the carriage with the Roman peasants?" "It was he who drove. I will summon him hither.only . and covered it with kiss es. then." said he. not forgotten that I saved your life.all this with th e consent of the chief. "Ah. instead of Teresa. "the peasant girl who snatched his mocoletto from him" -"Was a lad of fifteen. then." The count went to the window of the apartment that looked on to the street . instead of answerin g. "Ah. perhaps." "No. seized the count's hand. but he will not make any difficulty at entering m ine." said the count." returned Peppino. "Well. The man in the mantle quitted the wall. The messenger obeyed w ithout the least hesitation." "What!" exclaimed Franz." . "you have." "I must learn where we are going. Teresa." "Good!" returned Peppino. and advanced into the middle of the street."Yes. the Frenchman's carriage passed several times the one in which was Teresa. in the same t one in which he would have given an order to his servant." "The chief's mistress?" "Yes." replied Peppino. and whistled in a peculiar manner. The Frenchman threw her a bouquet." said Franz. it is you.

" said the count. You need not awaken the coachman. "Order out the carriage. be as sured. in truth. and I should tell you that sometimes when I rise. Have you a carriage?" "No. his alarm will be the only serious consequence." Franz and the count went downstairs. and was forced to yield." "That is of no consequence. an d therefore we had better go with all speed to extricate him from the hands of t he infidels. "it seems to me that this is a v ery likely story."And Beppo led him outside the walls?" said the count." "And shall we go and find him?" inquired Franz." In a very short time the noise of wheels was heard. and then brought him to Teresa and Luigi. and when they were two hundred yards outside. but the delay may cause your friend to pass an uneasy night. turning towards Franz. and nearly strangled Beppo. Sebastian. "if it had happened to any one but poor Albert. a carriage was waiting at the end of the Via Macello. Ali was on the box. but I have often resolved to visit them. I always have one ready. or in the middle of the night." "Well. The count took out his watch. and he did not wait to be asked twice. The Fr enchman made some resistance. the coachman pulled up and did the same." The count rang. sir. inviting the Frenchman to follow him. walk along the banks of the river. and away I go. "it might have p roved a gallant adventure which would have cost your friend dear. that I should think it very amusing. They made him get out." "Well. in whom Franz recognized the dumb slave o f the grotto of Monte Cristo. I am a very capricious being. and a footman appeare d." he said. the Frenchman assured h im he would follow him to the end of the world. Beppo told him he was going to take him to a villa a league from Rome. and the carriage stopped at the door." "Always ready?" "Yes. "and remove the pistols which are in the h olsters. Sebastian?" "I was never in them. but he could not resis t five armed men. who were waiting for him in the catacombs of St. four of the ba nd. At the door they f ound the carriage." said the count. At the same time. He is in a very picturesque place -. a s the Frenchman became somewhat too forward. "We might start at five o'clock and be in time. Beppo put a brace of pistols to his head. surrounded the carriage." replied Franz. and sat by him." "And. Ali will drive. day and night. accompanied by Peppino. Franz and the count got into the carriage. decidedly. but now. then. "Exactly so. What do you say to it?" "Why." he you know the catac ombs of St. if you had not found me here. and it would be difficult to c ontrive a better. Peppino . here is an opportunity made to your hand. "Oh." "Well. or after my dinner. H e gallantly offered the right-hand seat to Beppo. come along. The coachman went up the Via di Ripetta and the Porta San Paola. Beppo got in . "Half-past twelve. Are you still resolved to accompany me?" "More determined than ever. I resolve on starting for some particular point. who were concealed on the banks of the Almo.

"Your excellency. the opening of the catacombs is close at ha nd. and turned to see if they came aft er him." He then took Peppino aside." replied Franz. by the li ght of the moon. "In ten minutes. They came to an opening behind a clump of bus hes and in the midst of a pile of rocks. and suddenly retreat into t he darkness on a signal from Peppino. crossed the Campo Vaccino. which were arranged on e above the other in the shape of coffins. except that fifty paces in advance of them a ." said the count. then. lighted his torch." Peppino obeyed. "Wou ld you like to see a camp of bandits in repose?" he inquired. and went down the Corso. Pep pino glided first into this crevice. "let us follow him. "Ought we to go on?" asked Fran z of the count." "Go on. and found themselves in a mortuary chamber. Down one of the corridors. brought with them in the carriage. allowing him to leave or enter the city at any hour of the da y or night. Sebastian. gave him an order in a low voice. From time to time. went up the Strada San Gregorio. "or shall we wait awhile?" "Let us go on. The road which the carriage now traversed w as the ancient Appian Way. Peppino opened the door. and they set off at a rapid pace. which began to rise. at the distance of a hu ndred paces. rays of light were visible. taking with him a torch. and then he." said the count to his companion. They went on a hundred and fifty pace s in this way." said Peppino. Peppino will have warned the sentry of our coming. which." replied the count. and they went on their way. and were scarce ly able to proceed abreast of one another. the porter had a louis for his trouble. and Franz and the count were in utter darkness." One of the t wo men was Peppino. The count first reached an open space and Franz followed him closely. Five minutes e lapsed. and the walls. Behind the sentinel was a staircase with twenty steps. enlarging as they proceeded. A short time before they reached the Baths of Caracalla the carriage stopped. whose extent it was impossible to determin e. "Who comes there?" At the same time the y saw the reflection of a torch on a carbine barrel. and the bandit saluted them. Peppino passed. making a sign that they might proceed. which seemed like the bristling mane of a n enormous lion. by which a man could scarcely pass. and. Then the porter ra ised some difficulties. advancing alone towards the sentry." Franz and the count in their turn then advanced along the same path. "we shall be there. put out the torch. after they got along a few paces the passag e widened. and finally he disappeared in the midst of the tall red herbage. and the other a bandit on the lookout. led them over a declivity to the bottom of a small valley. Ali had received h is instructions. still Fran z and the count were compelled to advance in a stooping posture. dug into niches. then. but the Count of Monte Cristo produced a permit from the governor of Rome. "Come with me. addressin g the count. and reached the gates of St. he said a few words to him in a low tone. Five corridors diverged like the rays of a star. showed that they were at last in the catacombs. "A friend!" responded Peppino. "Now.placed himself beside Ali. Franz and the count a dvanced. Peppino. Franz and the count desc ended these. like the first. Th e passageway sloped in a gentle descent. and Peppino went away. and the count and F ranz alighted. Franz imagined that he saw something like a sentinel appear at various points among the ruins. They the n perceived two men conversing in the obscurity. The count laid his hand on Franz's shoulder. saluted the noct urnal visitors. "if you will follow me. and bordered with tombs. during which Franz saw the shepherd going along a narrow path that led o ver the irregular and broken surface of the Campagna. and then were stopped by. the portcullis was therefore raised. "Exceedingly.

is anxious to repair it. but also the conditions you make with them. ea ch having his carbine within reach. to warn him to be silent.this young gentleman has been up and down the Corso for eight hou rs in my private carriage. lighted u p with its pale and flickering flame the singular scene which presented itself t o the eyes of the two visitors concealed in the shadow. who was walking up and down before a grotto. and yet." said the cou nt. Around him. entirely surrounded by nic hes similar to those of which we have spoken." asked the count." . who was less abstracted. Franz himself. Vampa. and. he raised his finger to his lips. through the openings of which the newcomers contemplated him. with the air of a man who. was visible alo ng the wall. and who saw by the lamp-light a shadow approaching his chief. as was evident from the cros s which still surmounted them. ent ered the chamber by the middle arcade. saw his way more p lainly in proportion as he went on towards the light." "What conditions have I forgotten. and in groups. or with their backs against a sort of stone bench. This was the c hief of the band. he said. who was so in tent on the book before him that he did not hear the noise of his footsteps. They advanced silently. In a moment all the b andits were on their feet. "Who comes there?" cried the sentinel. Luigi Vampa." continued the count. you have carried him off. in a tone that made Franz shudder. "Well . At this challenge. I repeat to you. and the middle one was used as a d oor. "and that not only do you forget people's faces. "well. scarcely visible. with an imperative sign of the hand. then. w hich went all round the columbarium. A man was seated with hi s elbow leaning on the column. At the other end. as if he were an utter stranger. Well. were to be seen twenty brigands or more." arms. but far from expecting the honor of a visit. Vampa rose qui ckly. and. turning to the singular p who had caused this scene." exclaimed the chief.this young gentleman lodges in the same hote l as myself -. These arcades opened on one side into the corridor where the count and Fran z were. "Was it not agreed. Three arcades were before them. was a sentinel. while other he took off his hat respectfully." "Ground with the ersonage I was so e you. the count guiding Franz as if he had the si ngular faculty of seeing in the dark. which had formerly served as an altar. and advanced towards Vampa. which was only distinguishable because in that spot the darkness seemed more den se than elsewhere. having committed an error." added the count. according to their fan cy. placed at the base of a pillar. When the count thought Franz had gazed sufficiently on this p icturesque tableau. taking the letter from his pocket . and twenty carbines were levelled at the count. and no muscle of his countenance disturbed . should be respected by you?" "And how have I broken that treaty." said he in a voice perfectly calm. that I did not really recogniz "It seems that your memory is equally short in everything. which served in some manne r as a guide. more evident since Peppino had put out his torch. your excellency. and like a shadow. "that not only my person. but also that o f my friends. "this youn g gentleman is one of my friends -.reddish glare. it appears to me that you receive a friend with a great deal of ceremony. ascending the three steps which led to the corridor of the columbarium. your excellency?" inquired the bandit. however. lying in their mantles. A lamp. In the midst of this chamber were four stones. and on the other into a large square chamber. your excellency?" "You have this evening carried off and conveyed hither the Vicomte Albert de Mo rcerf. a nd conveyed him hither. drawing at the same moment a pistol from his girdle. my dear Vampa. "Your pardon. "you have set a ransom on him. and was reading with his back turned to the arcad es. silent.

"I told you there was some mista ke in this." "But.' if you had let me sleep on. turning to" inquired the brigand chief. and Fra nz and the count followed him. "Why the devil do you rouse me at this hour?" "To tell you that you are free. captain? You should have allowed me to sleep. So." "Come in." replied the sentry. the chief advancing several steps to meet him." said he. "not so bad for a man who is to be shot at seven o'clock to-morrow morni ng." said the count frowningly. I would blow his brains out with my own hand!" "Well.. and op ened his eyes. and to whom I desired to prove that Luigi Vampa was a man of his word. and also my reply." Then going to Albert. and have been grateful to you all my life. turning towards Franz. "I am with the person to whom this letter was addressed. captain. rubbed his eyelids. looking round him uneasily." said the count." he sai d to him. with perfect ease of mind. "remember. "I do not know. who will himself express to yo u his deep regret at the mistake he has committed. turning towards his men." "Are you not alone?" asked Vampa with uneasiness." Franz approached. for the last hour I have not heard him stir. "Oh. who has all our lives in his hands? By heavens. who drew back a bolt and opened a door. for the future." he said. who all retreated before his look. "where is the Viscount? -. I hope. your excellency. "The prisoner is there. he was not insensible to such a proof of courage. "you heard what the count just said." replied Vampa. then. saying. "Ma foi. I was dancing the galop at Torlonia's wit h the Countess G---. if I thought one of you knew that the young gentleman wa s the friend of his excellency." The chief went towards the place he had pointed out as Albert's prison. "Half-past one only?" said he. Come. he touched him on the shoulder. "here is Luigi Vampa. that he might se e how time sped. "Welcome among us."Why did you not tell me all this -. similar to that which lighted the columbarium. I had such a delightful dream. "and I will go myself and tell him he is free." "Nothing has happened to him." "My dear fellow. "is it you. they have paid my ransom?" . "Come. "Will your excelle ncy please to awaken?" Albert stretched out his arms.I do not see him. by the gleam of a lamp. smiling with his own peculiar smile." said Franz. that this had happened." said the count." Vampa looked at Albert with a kind of admiration." the cou nt added. Then. your excellency. I should have finished my galop. "this must be one of your friends. your excellency. "What is the prisoner doing?" inquired Vampa of t he sentinel." said Vampa. your excellency. The count and Franz ascended seven or e ight steps after the chief. Albert was to b e seen wrapped up in a cloak which one of the bandits had lent him. pointing to the hollow space in front o f which the bandit was on guard. "Why have you caused me thus to fail in my word towards a gentleman like the count. let me add tha t I would not for the four thousand piastres at which I had fixed your friend's ransom." replied Albert." Then he drew his watch from his pocket. "You are right. Napoleon's maxim. `Never awaken me but for bad news. your excellency. lying in a c orner in profound slumber.

my dear Vampa. he was evidently accustomed to see his prisoners tremble before him." said Albert gayly." replied the bandit. not I." "Gentlemen. "Peppino. and I hope you will not entertain any resentment at what has occurred. we shal l yet have time to finish the night at Torlonia's. t hroughout this whole affair acted like a gentleman." "Come hither?" "Yes. hither. You may conclude your interru pted galop."No. you shall be welcome." Albert looked around and p erceived Franz. you compensate for your mista kes in so gentlemanly a way. but if you should ever feel inclined to pa y me a second visit." said the captain. "My dear Albert. "What. descended the staircase. indeed." added he." "No. "And now. "is it you." replied the count. who shuddered as he gave his own. so that you will owe no ill-will to Signor Luigi. he bowed." "Oh. then Albert. he preceded his guests. turning towards the young men. hat in hand. Franz paused for a moment." and he put out his hand to the Count. whose devotion and f riendship are thus displayed?" "No." "Well. Come. then. how am I free?" "A person to whom I can refuse nothing has come to demand you. The count went out first. come. "if you will make haste. "Has yo ur excellency anything to ask me?" said Vampa with a smile." "Really? Then that person is a most amiable person." he said. a happy and merry life to you." "You are decidedly right. and in the next for this visi t. On reaching the door. Signor L uigi. as for Franz. and we may reach the Palazzo by two o'clock. but like a king who precedes ambassadors. "I will show you the way back myself. your excellency. that one almost feels obliged to you for having com mitted them. followed by Franz and the count." replied Franz." And Albert. the Count of Monte Cristo. "give me the torch." "Well. gentlemen. who has. The bandit gazed on this scene with amazement. and I hope you will consider me as under eternal obliga tions to you. "is there any formality to fulfil before I take leave o f your excellency?" "None. but who nevertheless did give it. then." said he. . arranging his cravat and wristbands." continued Albert. crossed t he square chamber. and yet here w as one whose gay temperament was not for a moment altered. "y ou are really most kind. in the first place for the carriage. my dear Franz. your excellency." said the brigand chief. my dear count. sir." Franz and Albert bowed. "that is the least hon or that I can render to your excellency. wherever I may be." And taking the lighted torch from the hands of the herdsman. "besides. "but our neighbor. "perhaps the offer may not appear very tempting to you. not as a servant who performs an act of civility. "you are as free as air." "What are you going to do?" inquired the count. "allow me to repeat my apologie s. he was enchanted at the way in which Albert had sustained the national honor in the pre sence of the bandit." added the chief. where stood all the bandits.

which you have been saved out of your travelling expenses. All that. The count said a word in Arabic to Ali. in which terror was strangely mingled. but as they entered toge ther. felt an extreme reluctance to permit his fri end to be exposed alone to the singular fascination that this mysterious persona ge seemed to exercise over him. "permit me to repeat the poor thanks I offered last night. I can in any . and therefore made no objection to Albert's requ est. "you really exaggerate my trifling exertions. believe me. advancing towards the countess. Albert put his arm round the waist of the countess. You owe me nothing but some trifle of 20. left the caves." he said." said Albert. your pardon." They found the carriage where they had left it." "Caesar's `Commentaries." and he. Chapter 38 The Compact. in some sort." said Albert. whose character for veracity you well know. and disappeared with her in the whirl of dancers. that although men get into troublesome scrapes all over the world. and the horses went on at grea t speed. in my own person. Franz." And as at this moment th e orchestra gave the signal for the waltz.'" said the bandit. "Madame. after a short delay. and to let those bandits see. and also to rem ember that to you I am indebted even for my life. "Ah." said the Vi scount of Morcerf. Their return was quite an event. my family. all uneasiness on Albert's account ceased instantly. "let us on with all the speed we may. "Yes. but at once accompanied him to the desired spot. advancing to m eet him. "yesterday you were so condes cending as to promise me a galop.but you must really permit me to congratulate you on the ease and unconcern with which you resigned yourself t o your fate. but services such as he had rendered could never be too often acknowledged . It was just two o'clock by Albert's watch when the two friends entered into the dancing-room."Yes. I am enormously anxious to fin ish my night at the Duke of Bracciano's. "Now. or connections. I have. true. but here is my friend." replied Franz. and I now com e to ask you whether. and. forced to give his han d to Albert. and the perfect indifference you manifested as to the turn events m ight take. "My dear count." said Albert. They ad vanced to the plain.000 francs. -. has nothing to do with my obligations to you. "I am curious to know what work you were perusing with so much attention as we entered. turning round." "Upon my word. are you coming?" asked Albert. "will you al low me. In the meanwhil e Franz was considering the singular shudder that had passed over the Count of M onte Cristo at the moment when he had been. "it is my favorite work. the count joined them in the salon. so that there is not much of a score between us." "My very good friend and excellent neighbor. na mely. The first words that Albert uttered to his friend. I am rather late in claiming this gracious pro mise. "here I am. co ntained a request that Franz would accompany him on a visit to the count. a determination to take everything as I found it. my dear count . "I deserve no credit for what I could not help. in his turn. as long as I live. with a smile. however." replied Franz. and he will assure you the delay arose from no fault of mine." replied the count. who seemed attracted by some invisible influence towards the count. I shall never cease to dwell with grateful r ecollection on the prompt and important service you rendered me. on the following morning. there i s no nation but the French that can smile even in the face of grim Death himself ." "Well. captain?" And he lighted his cigar at Vampa's torch. and to assur e you that the remembrance of all I owe to you will never be effaced from my mem ory. the young man had warmly and energetically thanked the count on the previous eve ning.

was compelled to abandon the idea.nay. still. and all to whom my life is dear. as that of making myself acquainted with t he wonders and beauties of your justly celebrated capital." said the count." "So distinguished an individual as yourself." said Franz. never mind how it is." replied the count. "your offer. hoping to read something of his purpose in his face. "could scarcely hav e required an introduction. my dear count. and I unhe sitatingly place the best services of myself. that I do." " is a city I have never yet seen. so necessary a duty. and. but unfortunately I p ossessed no acquaintance there. Perhaps by the time you return to Paris. I shall be quite a sober. it is quite true. to open to me the doors of that fashionabl e world of which I know no more than a Huron or a native of Cochin-China?" "Oh. save that. "that you have reached your present age wit hout visiting the finest capital in the world? I can scarcely credit it." "Nevertheless. and with infinite pleasure. do not smile." "Then it is settled. my dear M. in all probability. an d calls for immediate correction. pray name it. of necessity. upon my arrival in France. and I accept it in the same spirit of hea rty sincerity with which it is made. smooths all difficulties. Rothschild." "Connected by marriage. "it comes to the same thing in t he end. I might have become a partner in the speculations of M. poss esses considerable influence. "and I give you my solemn assurance that I only waited an opportunity like the present to realize plans that I have long meditated. staid father of a family! A most edifying representative I shall make of all the dome stic virtues -. I can only say that you may command me and mine to any exten t you please. in consequence of a treaty of marriage (my dear Franz." answered Albert. "and so much the more readily as a letter received this morning from my father summons me to Pari s. a . but as regards myself." exclaimed Albert." Franz did not doubt that these plans were the same concerning which the count had dropped a few words in the grotto of Monte Cristo. I beg of you) with a family of high standing. Aguado and M.don't you think so? But as regards your wish to visit our fine c ity. I should have perform ed so important. Your off er." "I am wholly a stranger to Paris -. you mean. but. I can find no merit I possess. a t your disposal." "Monsieur de Morcerf. I agree with you in thinking that my pr esent ignorance of the first city in Europe is a reproach to me in every way. as a millionaire.way serve you? My father." answered Albert. de Morcerf" (these words were accompanied by a most peculiar smile). and while the C ount was speaking the young man watched him closely. I will go still further. but his countenance was inscrutable especially when." cried Albert. "Well. although of Spanish origin. and say th at I had previously made up my mind to ask a great favor at your hands. had I known any perso n who would have introduced me into the fashionable world. far from surprising me. and connected with the very cream of Paris ian society. but as my motive in travelling to your capital would n ot have been for the pleasure of dabbling in stocks. and I have only to ask you. laughingly. I stayed away till some fav orable chance should present itself of carrying my wish into execution. however." "You are most kind. -. is precisely what I expected from you." "Is it possible. the Comte de Morcerf. "whether you undertake. both at the court of France and Madrid.

" replied the count." "Quite sufficient." "Shall I see you again ere my departure?" asked Albert." an d drawing out his watch." exclaimed Albert. and extending his hand towards a calendar. he wrote dow n "No. "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. "that will suit me to a dot. Now promis e me to remember this. returning his tablets to his pocket." "In that case I must say adieu to you. both inclination and positive necessity compel me to visit Paris." replied the count. half-past ten in the morning." said Albert. when do you leave?" "To-morrow evening. "make yourself perfectly easy.s in the present case." "Day for day. then." said the Count. and s . that is to say. "But tell me now." "So be it. "That depends. is liable to be blown over by the first puff of wind?" "I pledge you my honor. as I am compelled to go to Naples. as. "And in three months' time. "it is exactly half-past ten o'clock." "Capital. "your breakfast shall be waiting. he said. 27. suspended near the chimney-piece. in a fortnight or three weeks' time. taking out his tablets. but which. or if this project of visiting Paris is merely one of the chimerical and uncertain ai r castles of which we make so many in the course of our lives. delighted at the idea of having to chaperon so distingu ished a person as Monte Cristo. but occupy a pavilion at the farther side of th e court-yard. "I will give you three months ere I join you. it was veiled in a sphinx-like smile." exclaimed Albert. you see I make an ample allowance for all delays and difficulties. Rue du Helder." "Where do you live?" "No. c ount." returned the count." "When do you propose going thither?" "Have you made up your mind when you shall be there yourself?" "Certainly I have. hour for hour." said Albert. as fast as I can get there!" "Nay. added." said the count. entirely separated from the main building. at five o'clock. like a house built on the sand." "Now then." "I reside in my father's house. 21st May. and expect me the 21st of May at the same hour in the for enoon. the hand of your time-piece will not be more accurate in markin g the time than myself. Rue du Helder." "Have you bachelor's apartments there? I hope my coming will not put you to any inconvenience. 27. "only let me warn you that I am proverbial for my punctilious exactit ude in keeping my engagements. "tell me truly whether you are in earnest. "that I mean to do as I have said.

and the appointment you have made to meet him in Paris fills me with a th ousand apprehensions." "For France?" "No. "I am glad that the occasion has presented itself for saying this to you." "Then we shall not meet in Paris?" "I fear I shall not have that honor. addressing Franz." "My dear fellow. "What is the matter?" asked Albert of Franz." said Albert. "the count is a very singular p erson." repl ied the Count. "that is the way I feel." "And where?" "Will you promise me not to repeat a single word of what I am about to tell you ?" "I promise. and your word of honor passed for your punctuality?" "The 21st of May. in the Rue du Helder." "Did you ever meet him previously to coming hither?" "I have." exclaimed Albert." said Albert. and bowing to the count." pursued the count. on the other hand. on the 21st of May." replied Franz. 27. for it felt cold and icy as that of a corpse. at half-past ten in the it not? -. baron ." Franz then related to his friend the history of his excurs ion to the Island of Monte Cristo and of his finding a party of smugglers there." "I will confess to you." "Listen to me. Have you anything particular against him?" "Possibly. quitted the roo m. 27. holding out a hand to each of the y oung men. The young men then rose. I shall remain in Italy for another year or two. since we must part. Albert.that you are to be at No. "allow me to wish you both a safe and pleasant journey. Rue du Helder. No. . you must have lost your senses." answered Franz. for Venice." It was the fi rst time the hand of Franz had come in contact with that of the mysterious indiv idual before him. And you. at half-past ten in the morning.hall not return hither before Saturday evening or Sunday morning. Franz." "Then listen to me." "Upon your honor?" "Upon my honor. "you seem more than commonly thoughtful. "do you also depart to-morrow?" "Yes. while he. "what can there possibly be in that to exci te uneasiness? Why." said the count." "Whether I am in my senses or not. "it is agreed -. for I have noticed how cold you are in your beari ng towards the count. when they had returned to their own apartments. has always been courtesy itse lf to us. and unconsciously he shuddered at its touch." "Well. "Let us understand each other.

avoiding the wretched cookery -." said he. by way of having a resting-place during his excursions. to prevent the possibility of the Tuscan government taking a fancy to his enchanted palace. while you have manfully resisted its effects for as many years. they are a race of men I admire gre atly.which has been trying its best to poison me during the last four months. not altogether for preserving my life. for my own idea was that it never was in much danger. my first visit. Just ask yourself. Now. at his awakening. Albert listened wit h the most profound attention. my good fellow. an d thereby depriving him of the advantages naturally expected from so large an ou tlay of capital. Go but to Portsmouth or South ampton. all the particulars of the supper . "the Corsican bandits that were among the crew of his vessel ?" "Why. possesses a vessel of his own." "Talking of countries. the hashish. it would ill become me to search too closely into its source. but. which." He recounted." replied Franz. "Well. being translated. if I could only manage to find them." adde d Albert with a laugh. between the count and Vampa. "that no prophet is honored in his own country. and what were those .an eng agement which. should be to the bandits of Colomba. -and obtaining a bed on which it is possible to slumber. being rich. you must give me leave to e xcuse any little irregularity there may be in such a connection. inst ead of condemning him for his intimacy with outlaws. really the thing seems to me simple enough. with circumstantial exactitude. and have the same liking for this amus ement. whether there are not many persons of our acq uaintance who assume the names of lands and properties they never in their lives were masters of?" "But. and you will find the harbors crowded with the yachts belonging to such of the English as can afford the expense. he has wisely enough purchased the island. and how. the statues. How do you explain the influence the count evidently possessed over those ruffians?" "My good friend. He dwelt with considerable force and en ergy on the almost magical hospitality he had received from the count. in whi ch the count had promised to obtain the release of the bandit Peppino.and the two Corsican bandits with them. means neither more nor less than 24. bu t certainly for saving me 4. seen in the distan t horizon driving under full sail toward Porto-Vecchio. I prot est that.000 livres of our money -. for my own part. a nd that their fellowship involves no disgrace or stigma. most assuredly . who have no other motive than plunder when they s eize your person.a sum at which. and the m agnificence of his entertainment in the grotto of the "Thousand and One Nights. and finally of his application to the coun t and the picturesque and satisfactory result that followed. I should never have been estimated in France. but purely and simpl y fugitives. should I ever go to Corsica." "Still. proving most indisputably. Then he detailed the con versation overheard by him at the Colosseum. he most faithfully fulfilled. "what do you find to object to in all you have related? The count is fond of travellin g. on my conscience. At last h e arrived at the adventure of the preceding night. there remained no proof or trace of all these events. ere even I presented myse lf to the mayor or prefect." said Franz. and the embarrassment in whic h he found himself placed by not having sufficient cash by six or seven hundred piastres to make up the sum required. and. when Franz had concluded. Monte Cristo has furnis hed for himself a temporary abode where you first found him. driven by some sinister motive from their native town or village. save the small yacht.000 piastres. for. "of what country is the count. Nobody knows better than your self that the bandits of Corsica are not rogues or thieves. therefore. and taken its name. "I suppose you will allow that such men as Vampa and his band are regular villains. what is h is native tongue. as our readers are aware. as in all probability I own my present safety to that influenc e." persisted Franz. the dream. whence does he derive his immense fortune. -.

in spite of all." "My dear Franz. let us talk of somethin g else." "Well. I can a ssure you." answered the other. And now. did he ask you. when. on which. I will readily give hi m the one and promise the other. "when.his fortune? what are his means of existence? what is his birthplace ! of what country is he a native?' Tell me. shall we take our luncheon. But.' Was not that nearly what you said?" "It was. and then pay a last visit to of his early life -. you must have lost your senses to think it possible I could act with such cold-blooded policy." said Franz with a sigh. "Well. Rue du Helder. half-past t en A.would you have me refuse? My good f ellow. Albert de Morcerf to return to Paris. on the 21st May. the effective argum ents were all on Albert's side." "He is a philanthropist. in spite of all my outward appearance of ease and unconcern. and Franz d'Ep inay to pass a fortnight at Venice. he merely came and freed me from the hands of Signor Vampa. for services so prom ptly and unhesitatingly rendered. upon receipt of my letter. in which were the s ervants' apartments. fearing that his expected guest might forget the engagement he had ente red into. Between the court and the garden. In the house in the Rue du Helder.that have tinctu red his succeeding years with so dark and gloomy a misanthropy? Certainly these are questions that. in your place. you found th e necessity of asking the count's assistance. you promptly went to him. Still. where. placed in the care of a waiter at the hotel a card to be delivered to the Count of Monte Cristo. for your ar guments are beyond my powers of refutation. "do as you please my dear viscount. Albert.a life as marvellous as unknown -. where Albert had invited the Count of Monte Cristo. then. saying. Albert de Morcerf? how does he come by his name -." And this time it must be confessed that. contrary to the usual state of affairs in discussions between the young men. "and no doubt his motive in visit ing Paris is to compete for the Monthyon prize." replied Albert. `My friend Albert de Morcerf is in danger. Franz. Come. beneath the name of Vicomte Albert de Morce rf. was the large and fashionable dwelling of the Count and Countess of Morcerf. and two at the back into the garden. you must adm it that this Count of Monte Cristo is a most singular personage. the young men parted.M."27. as you are aware.merely to introduce him into society -. my dear Franz." Chapter 39 The Guests. If my vote and interest can obtain it for him. given. did he put all these questions to yo u?" "I confess he asked me none. then. `Who is M. A . Two windows only of the pavilion faced the street. help me to deliver him. and directly opposite another building. I should like to have answered." "No. to whoe ver shall be proved to have most materially advanced the interests of virtue and humanity. Peter 's?" Franz silently assented. he had written in pencil -. ere he entered his travelling carriage. built in the heavy style of the imperial architecture. three ot her windows looked into the court. I did no t very particularly care to remain. Albert de Morcerf inhabited a pavilion situated at the corn er of a large court. Now. and the following afternoon. at half-past five o'c lock. 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 Pari s -. everything was being prepared on the morning of the 21st of May to do ho nor to the occasion.

e. for the use of smokers. Albert could see all that passed. A small door. the only rooms into which. in which the artist and the dandy strove for preeminence. In the centre of the room was a Roller and Blanchet "baby grand" piano in rosewood. and which formed the ante-chamber. Weber. and whic h merits a particular description. looking into the garden. foils. following the example of the fashionable young men of the time. evidences of what we may call the intelligent egoism of a y outh who is charmed with the indolent. a destination unknown to their owner himself. Mozart. Lucca della Robbia faience. so entirely was it covered with dus t and dirt. and who liv es as it were in a gilded cage. and yet aware that a young man of the viscount's age required the f ull exercise of his liberty. gilded. over the doors. on the ceiling. The boudoir up-stairs communicated with the bed-chamber by an invisible door on the staircase. The rest of the furniture of this privileged apartment consiste d of old cabinets. Louis XIII. daggers.a whole orchestra. Over these dark and sombre chairs were thrown splendid stuffs. similar to that close to the concierge's door. gave ingress and egress to the servants and masters when they were on foot . was.high wall surrounded the whole of the hotel. the prying eyes of the curious could penetrate. There were collected and piled up all Albert's su ccessive caprices. in which perhaps had s at Henry IV. or. should anything appear to mer it a more minute examination. even if that horizon is only a public thoroughfare. were swords . dyed beneat h Persia's sun. some royal resid ence.for two of these arm-chairs.. brushes. surmounted at intervals by vases fi lled with flowers. filled with Chinese porcelain and Japanese vases. On the floor above were similar rooms. penc ils -. Then. maces. which had been increased in s ize by pulling down the partitions -. and single-sticks -. in the meanti me they filled the place with their golden and silky reflections. and inlaid suits . The salon down-stairs was only an Algerian divan. By means of the two windows looking into the str eet. on the right. A t the end of a long corridor.for music had been succeeded by painting. but the well-oiled hinges and locks told quite another story. broadswor ds. of old arm-chairs. fencing. it was evident that every precaution had been taken. the sight of what is going on is necessar y to young men. looking into the court. Albert de Morcerf could follow up his researches b y means of a small gate. On the walls. There were n ot lacking.for. with the addition of a third. adorned with a carved shield. flutes -. who always want to see the world traverse their horizon. they awaited. had chosen this habitation for Albert. bass-viols. like that famous portal in the "Arabian Nights. and it was here that he received Grisier. careless life of an only son. as they were on the ground-floor. Shrubs and creeping p lants covered the windows. however. Gretry. with which the door communicated. and single-stick. these three rooms were a sa lon. Above this floor was a large atelier. boxing. or woven by the fingers of the women of Calcutta or of Chanderna gor. and a bedroom. and Ch arles Leboucher. a boudoir. and Palissy platters.a pandemonium. or Sully. Albert de Morcerf cultivated. Cook. and Porpora. palettes. and hid from the garden and court these two apartment s. Haydn . and on the left the salon. Albert's breakfast-room. for A lbert had had not a taste but a fancy for music. while gratifying the eyes. with far more perseverance than musi c and drawing. i. hunting-horns. battle-axes. but holdin g the potentialities of an orchestra in its narrow and sonorous cavity. This d oor was a mockery to the concierge. damasked. It was a little entrance that seemed never to have been opened since the house was built. formed out of the ante-chamber." opening at the "Ses ame" of Ali Baba. easels. whic h served as the carriage entrance. at least. the three arts that complete a dandy's education. it was wont to swing backward at a cabalistic word or a concer ted tap from without from the sweetest voices or whitest fingers in the world. It was easy to discover that the delicate care of a mother. What these stuffs did there. unwilling to part f rom her son. and. close to the lodge of the conci erge. on which were engraved the fleur-de-lis of France on an azure field evidently came from the Louvre. and groa ning beneath the weight of the chefs-d'oeuvre of Beethoven. it was impossible to say. Malay creeses. or Richelieu -. boxing-gloves. and broken in the centre by a large gate of gilded iron. from whose vigilance and jurisdiction it was free.

havanas. clear gray eyes. in boxes of fragrant wood. and. Take her six bottles of different wine -. ask her for one of her liqueur cellarets." "Let Madame Danglars know that I accept the place she offers me in her box. and though I do not much rely upon his promi se. at half past ten. by .and besides" (Albert looked at his tablets). the three leading papers of Par is. minerals. and the servant announced M. regalias. the guests at a breakfast of modern days love to contempl ate through the vapor that escapes from their mouths. were r anged. and that I request p ermission to introduce some one to her.of armor. according to their size and quality. of chibouques. and tell he r I shall have the honor of seeing her about three o'clock. then. although the cook of the hotel was always at his service. However. and enclosed in scented envelopes. At a quarter to ten.from the yello w tobacco of Petersburg to the black of Sinai. a collection of German pipes. mine is incomplete. and thin and compressed lips. their flame-colored wings outspread in motionless flight. and who only spoke English. every species of tobacco known." "Yes. dressed in a blue coat with beautifully carved gold buttons. opened them and perused thei r contents with some attention. and so on along the scale from Ma ryland and Porto-Rico." "Very well. a valet entered. sir. beside them. and manil las. selected two written in a small an d delicate hand. and a barrel of Ostend oysters. pueros. sherry. all Albert's estab lishment. the young man had established himself in the small salon down-stairs. whose name was Germain. -. one after the other. This was Albert's favorite lounging place. with a little groom named John. looked at the theatre announcements." The valet left the room. and wh o enjoyed the entire confidence of his young master. which he gave to Albert. and in the other a packet of letters. -. There. and stuffed birds. surrounded at some distance b y a large and luxurious divan. I wish to be punctual. and a tortoiseshell eye-glass suspended by a silken thread. made a face seeing they gave an opera. or. in an open cabinet. Wai t. rather. the morning of the appointment. and which. Albert glanced carelessly at the different missives. at half past ten. Is the countess up yet?" "If you wish. Albert had himself presided at the arrangement. and Malaga. get them at Borel's. he composed . after coffee. tore off the cover of two or three of the papers. "These papers become more and more stupid every day. muttering. hunted vainly amongst the advertisements for a new tooth-powder of which he had heard. the symmetrical derangement . held in one hand a number o f papers. A tall young man. be obliged to go to the min ister -. and on great occasions the count's chasseur also. on a table. and not a bal let. "it is the hour I told the count. with light hair. Madame Danglars' footman left the other. Lucien Deb ray. dried plants. do you breakfast?" "What time is it now?" "A quarter to ten. perhaps. which. a carriage stopped before the door. This valet." A moment af ter. with their amber mouth-pieces ornamented with coral." "At what o'clock. Debray will. to Latakia. Albert threw h imself on the divan. "How did these letters come?" said he. "One by the post. I will inquire. 21st May. tell Rosa that when I leave the Opera I will sup with h er as she wishes. a white neck cloth. and ascends in long and fa nciful wreaths to the ceiling. and threw down. awaiting the caprice or the sympathy of the smokers. during the day. with their lon g tubes of morocco.was exposed in pots of crackled earthenwar e of which the Dutch are so fond. and their beaks forever open.Cyprus. and of narghiles. and be sure you say they are for me.

and the day before it had alread y transpired on the Bourse. "Come. he has not much to complain of. he fixed in his eye. "your punctuality really alarms me. section of the indirect contrib utions. and persuade the minister to sell us such instead of poisoning us with cabbage leaves." said Albert. In the meantime." "It is my duty as your host. "Good-morning." "Yes. while Lucien t urned over. corridor A. feed me. seating himself on the divan. -. without smiling or speaking. ennui and hunger attacked me at once. Besides." "Ah. for I see you have a blue ribbon at your button-hole. and strove to sleep. that does not concern the home but the fina ncial department. true." said Albert. -. a glass of sherry and a biscuit. and here I am." "Oh. do not confound our plans. Humann." "On my effort of the superciliary and zygomatic muscles." "At Bourges?" "Yes. no. it is very well as a finish to the toilet. my dear Lucien." returned the young man. the papers that lay on the table. they sent me the order of Charles III. Do you not know that all Paris knew it yesterday." .five and twenty despatches. but confess you were pleased to have it. Address yourself to M. I will do nothing of the kind.. Ta ke a cigar. a sort of Carlo-republican alliance. you arrive at five minutes to ten. I returned home at daybreak. and you wish to announce the good news to me?" "No." "Because you have the order of Charles III. No." "And makes you resemble the Prince of Wales or the Duke of Reichstadt. ringing the bell. It looks very neat on a black c oat buttoned up. What do I say? punctuality! You. Lucien . of course -. but we never fall." "Peste. I then recollected you gav e a breakfast this morning. with his gold-mounted cane. I am hungry. my dear fellow. "re assure yourself. when the time fixed was half-past! Has the ministry resigned?" "No. and who are yet lea gued against me." "No. carelessly. my dear fellow. Danglars (I do not know by what means that ma n contrives to obtain intelligence as soon as we do) made a million!" "And you another order. and then the affairs of the P eninsula will completely consolidate us. good-morning. but my head ached and I got u p to have a ride for an hour. enter ed. 26. do not affect indifference. Bourges is the capital of Charles VII. here are c igars -.contraband." returned Albert. with a half-official air. At the Bois de Boulogne. We take him to the other si de of the French frontier. whom I expected last. I am bored.try them.. because I passed the night writing letters. amu se me. "Germa in. and I begin to beli eve that we shall pass into a state of immobility. we are tottering always. you drive Don Carlos out of Spain. and offer him hospitality at Bourges. "you astonish me by the extent of your knowledge.." returned Debray. the moment they come from government you would find them execrable." "It is for that reason you see me so early.two enemies who rarely accompany each other. and M.

lighting a manilla at a rose-colored taper that burnt in a beautifully enamelled stand -. possessing five and t wenty thousand francs a year. a tailor who never disappoints you. plunged at once into European cabals and Parisian intrigues. to protect. Albert." "Where does he come from -. our breakfast comes from my father's kitchen." replied Lucien. with the opera." "Oh. You do not know your own good fortune!" "And what would you do. you have adopted the system of feeding me on smoke this morni ng."how happy you are to have nothing to do."Really." "The deuce! I hope he does not bring our breakfast with him. take another glass of sherry and another biscuit. with a slight de gree of irony in his voice. and which you would not part with. parties to unite." "Well. But I dined at M." "I think. better still." "I know so many men already. perhaps. Don Carlos will drink Bordeaux. but we do not invite people of fashion." "But you do not know this man.the end of the world?" "Farther still. a nd lawyers always give you very bad dinners. my dear Albert. de Villefort's. the jockey-club. but Don Carlos?" "Well. depreciate other persons' dinners. Your Spanish wine is excellent. we should nev er dream of dining at home." "How?" "By introducing to you a new acquaintance. You see we were quite right to paci fy that country." "Yes. you ministers give such splendid ones." "You will then obtain the Golden Fleece. If we were not forced to entertai n a parcel of country boobies because they think and vote with us. having king s. Are you hungry?" "Humiliating as such a confession is. You would think they felt some remo rse. and in ten years we will marry his son t o the little queen." "A man or a woman?" "A man. a horse. besides your place. I am. queens. no. elections to direct." ." "Willingly. if you are still in the ministry. and other diversions . "if you did nothing? What? private secretary to a mi nister. I assure you. 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. I will amuse you. did you ever remark that?" "Ah." "Yes." replied Morcerf. for which Chateau-Ren aud offered you four hundred louis. can you not amuse yourself? Well. and. my dear diplomatist.

"A gentleman." "I only await one thing before following your advice. and the instant they arrive we shall sit down to table. I await two persons." "About what?" "About the papers." said Albert. that is. and ci gars. I shall take a cutlet on my way to the Chamber. you know that already. keep me some strawberries. a minister who w ill hold office for six months." "Come. and that will pass away the time. "And what sort of persons do you expect to breakfast?" said Beauchamp. rising and advancing to meet the young man. come. commander!" "Ah." Chapter 40 The Breakfast." "They say that it is quite fair. who detests you without re ading you. for our life is not an idle one." returned Beauchamp. "Here is Debray. "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. Good-day. My dear Albert. "Why do you not join our party. you can dispute together." said the private secretary." "In the entire political world. "do I ever rea d the papers?" "Then you will dispute the more. so he says." "Do not do anything of the sort." "M. "for I criticise him without knowing w hat he does. we will breakfast at eleven. for I must give poor L ucien a respite. in the meantime. and three for the dipl omatist. you ought to reap a little blue. and the diplomatist a Metternich." "He is quite right. and a diplomatist." "You only breakfast."Well. one word." announced the servant. Do we breakfast or dine? I must go to the Chamber. that is not bad!" said Lucien. for were the gentleman a Montmorency. follow D . come in. coffee." said Lucien with an air of sovereign contempt. "Come in." "Then we shall have to wait two hours for the gentleman. and that sowing so much red." "My dear friend. smiling and shaking ha nds with him. Beauchamp. but I hear Beaucham p in the next room. I shall come back to dessert. my dear Beauchamp? With your talents you would make your fortune in three or four y ears. of which you are one of the leaders. you must allow it is the best thing for the stomach.

" "Never mind what he says. well. I cannot in conscience. to a mesalliance." said Albert absently. he can be. and can make him a peer." "Be it so." said Debray. for the paltry sum of two mill ion francs. You have seven martlets on your arms. heavens. let you run down the speeches of a man who will one day say to me." returned Lucien.ebray's example." cried Beauchamp. therefore. how could w e choose that?" "I understand." "You are like Debray. "the minister quotes Beranger. and since we had our choice." "My dear friend. I will stay. but he cannot make him a gentleman. Lucien. give three to your wife." said Debray. and take a glass of sherry and a biscuit." "On my word. de Guise had. as they say. Danglars make a speech at the Chamber of Deputies. "To be sure. for he belongs to the opposition. and yet it seems to me that when the minister is out of s pirits. I shall hear this morning that M. "The king has made h im a baron. the opposition ought to be joyous. will pass the sword of Rena ud de Montauban.that is." "Ah. I think you are right." said Albert to Beauchamp. "it is plain that the affairs of Sp ain are settled. who so nearly became King of France." "He will sully it then." said Beauchamp. to cure you of your mania for paradoxes." returned Beauchamp. The devil take the constituti onal government." "Pardieu. and you will still have four. what shall we co me to next?" . Recolle ct that Parisian gossip has spoken of a marriage between myself and Mlle. to laugh at my ease. his ancestor. every millionaire is as noble as a bastard -. "he votes for you." "Do not say that. "for here is Chateau-R enaud." "But two million francs make a nice little sum. "do you marry her. or a railroad from the Jardin des Plantes to La Rapee. "for I am low -. `Vicomte. laughing." "Oh. and whose cousin was Emperor of Germany. Debray. that is exactly the worst of all. I am waiting until you send him to speak at the Luxembourg. Morcerf. and the Count of Morcerf is too aristocratic to consent. it is true. and at his wife's this eve ning I shall hear the tragedy of a peer of France. you know I give my daughter two mill ions.'" "Ah." replied Morcerf. for you are most desperately out of humor this morning. Eugeni e Danglars. this marriage will never take place. you do not know with what I am threatened. besides. but what does that matter? It is better to h ave a blazon less and a figure more on it. I must do something to distract my thoughts.very low. who." "Do not run down M. You marry a money-bag label. "It is the social capital of a theatre on the boulevard. you must lay in a stock of hilarity. that is one more than M. The Viscount of Morcerf can only wed a marchioness . Danglars' speeches. at least. through your body.

" said Beauchamp. be ours also. half French. I don't know. set off his graceful and stalwart figure. "and pray that." "Well. my friend. to breakfast." said Morrel." said the servant. since we are not to sit down to table. half Oriental." said Morcerf. Morrel. "life is not worth speaking of! -. baron." said Debray: "do not set h im off on some long story. who risk your life every day. announcing tw o fresh guests. "Monsieur. I do not prevent your sitting down to at is." "Morrel.that is rather too philosophical. and I expect some on e else. who only did so once" -"We gather from all this. he may do as much for you as he did for me. if I remember. Maximilian Morrel. M. "Beauchamp. and what is more -." "What has he done?" asked Albert. which he terminated so entirely to my satisfaction." replied Beauchamp. you know I am starving. "Chatea u-Renaud can tell us while we eat our breakfast. "the count of Chateau-Renaud knew how much pleasure this i ntroduction would give me. de Chateau-Renaud." muttered Albert -. true. that Captain Morrel saved your life. with the figure of a Guiche and the wit of a Mortemart." "Ah. on my word. The youn g officer bowed with easy and elegant politeness. -. and tell us all about it." "Well said." "Gentlemen. It is very well for you . "My dear Albert. Salute my hero." interrupted Chateau-Renaud." "Not worth speaking of?" cried Chateau-Renaud. my good fellow." "Exactly so. even h ad I been able to offer him the Golden Fleece and the Garter. "Oh."Morrel -. a diplomatist!" observed Debray.M. viscount. you told me you only expected two persons. "it is only a quarter past ten. that had I been king. and black mustache." And he stepped on one side to g ive place to a young man of refined and dignified bearing." "Well. gentleman all over." "You all know that I had the fancy of going to Africa. under circumstances sufficiently dramatic not to be forgotten. a handsome young man of thirty. de Chateau-Renaud exaggerates ." . "take a glass of sh erry. "for. captain of Spahis. you are his friend. "M. nothing worth speaking of. then. de Chateau-Renaud -. -. whom our readers have already seen at Ma rseilles. but for me." said Albert with a ffectionate courtesy. Albert.who is he?" But before he had finished. A rich uniform. if you should ever be in a similar predicament." said Debray. "let me introduce to you M. piercing eyes."M. I should have instantly created him knight of all my orders. a nd his broad chest was decorated with the order of the Legion of Honor. Maximilian Morrel.however the man speaks for him self ---my preserver." said he.took Albert's hand. I only know that he charged himself on my accou nt with a mission." "On what occasion?" asked Beauchamp. "Now. "Diplomat or not. with large and open b row.

for I have made a vow never to return to Africa. laughing. "I was chosen. not by sharin g his cloak with me." replied Chateau-Renaud. Poor brute -.after rescuing me from the sword." "That's why you want to purchase my English horse." observed the young aristocrat. forced me to break the arm of one of my best friends. and two were still left. He had assigned himself the task of saving a man's life that day. then from hung er by sharing with me -. I shot two with my double-barrelled gun. where I arrived just in time to witness the raising of the siege." "You were very much frightened. and two more with my pistol s." "Yes. "but for a friend I might. Beauchamp. "It was only t o fight as an amateur. true. o ne whom you all know -." returned Chateau-Renaud. as far as it li es in my power. I cannot bear duelling since two seconds. Six Arabs came up."It is a road your ancestors have traced for you. "it was the 5th of September. like St. about what?" "The devil take me. then?" asked Beauchamp.poor Franz d'Epinay. he rescued me from the cold." interrupted Chateau-Renaud. "But I recollect p erfectly one thing. smiling. "you think he will bear the cold better. I endeavor to celebrate it by some" -"Heroic action. "Yes? but I doubt that your object was like theirs -." said Debray." "The horse?" said Morcerf. and I already felt the cold steel on my neck. but the third morning my horse died of cold. "No. and I had good reason to be so. when this gentl eman whom you see here charged them. full gallop. but I was then disarmed." said Debray. But that is not all -. the Arabian f inds himself unable to bear ten degrees of cold in Arabia. the anniversary of t he day on which my father was miraculously preserved. if I remember. being unwilling to let such talents as mine sleep.accustomed to be covered up and to have a stove in the stable. perhaps. whom I had chos en to arrange an affair. In conseq uence I embarked for Oran. "Well. one seized me by the hair ( that is why I now wear it so short. "No. to cut o ff my head. I endured the rain during the rescue the Holy Sepulc hre. but by giving me the whole. and the cold during t he night tolerably well. the other swung a yataghan.guess what?" "A Strasbourg pie?" asked Beauchamp. chance caused that man to be myself. Martin." "You are mistaken. yes. shot the one who held me by the hair. I retreated with the rest." said Albert gallantly. and c left the skull of the other with his sabre. for my horse was dead." "You are quite right. and went from thence to Constantine. "I was ret reating on foot. therefore." said Morrel. It w as very hard. the sacrifice. his horse. I w ished to try upon the Arabs the new pistols that had been given to me. for no one knows what may happen). "ask Debray if he would sacrifice his English steed for a stranger?" "Not for a stranger." ." said Debray. for eight and forty hours. "you did fight some time ago. that. of which we each of us ate a slice with a hearty appetite." returned Chateau-Renaud. When I am ric h I will order a statue of Chance from Klagmann or Marochetti." "Ah.

when I invited him three months ago." replied Morrel." said Beauchamp. and not our memories." cried Morcerf." "Go on. "we have only one Monthyon prize. "I do not know." "What shall we do?" said Debray. to-day let us fill our stomachs." "Of whom?" "Of myself. you will give me five minutes' grace. that day I owed an o ffering to bad fortune in recompense for the favors good fortune had on other da ys granted to us." replied Morcerf." cried Debray. but since that time who knows where he may have gone?" "And you think him capable of being exact?" demanded Debray. but what you do not know is that I was carried off by bandits." "Well. What time do you brea least." said B eauchamp." continued Chateau-Renaud. sacrifice or not. taking out his watch. and that there are only Arabs who cut off heads? Our breakfast is a philanthropic one. but so vaguely that I venture to put it a second time.two b enefactors of humanity." "I will profit by them to tell you something about my guest. "You have already answered the que stion once. "that is the way the Academy mostly escapes from the dilemma. for I see I shall not get to the Chamber this morning. then."I divined that you would become mine." said Albert. . as I h ad the honor to tell you." "The history to which M. he was then at Rome." "Well. "for I also expect a preserver. it will be given to some one who has done nothing to deserve it." "I was at Rome during the last Carnival. and I must make up for it." "Precisely?" asked Debray." "Really. "Oh." "I beg pardon. "I think him capable of everything. and for a most curious one. with the five minutes' grace. Morrel alludes. do you think I cannot be saved as well as any one else. count." interrupted Beauchamp. "Yes. which he will tell you some day when you are better acquainted with h im. "is an admi rable one. "are there any materials for an article in what you are going to tell us?" "Yes." "There are no bandits. heroism or not." "We know that. I hope so -. we have only ten left. "parbleu. Albert?" "At half-past ten. "besides. and we shall have at table -." "And where does he come from?" asked Debray.

I was informed that I was prisoner until I paid the sum of 4. such was the name of the chief of these bandits. 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." "And they apologized to him for having carried you off?" said Beauchamp. tha t the oysters have not arrived from Ostend or Marennes. Say so at once." "There is no Count of Monte Cristo" said Debray." said Debray. my dear Albert.000 Roman crowns -. The brigands had carried me off. he arrived accompanied simply by the guest I am going to present to you." "No." "And I did more than that. he is a man about my own size. would have scrupulously kep t his word. we are sufficiently well-bred to excuse you. for I found th em ugly enough to frighten me." replied Morcerf. and conducted me to a gloomy spot.500. you are going to replace the dish by a story. I had not above 1." said Chateau-Renaud. and that." "Come." added Chateau-Renaud."Yes there are. I tell it as a true one from beginn ing to end. "I narrowly escaped catching a fever there.000 f rancs. like Madame de Maintenon. a Perseus freeing Andromeda. and most hideous." "But Franz did come with the four thousand crowns. and Signor Luigi Vam pa. "Just so. called the Catacombs of Saint Sebastian. as the Mortemarts did the Dead Sea." said Chateau-Renaud. "confess that your cook is behindhand. "Does any one know anything of a Count of Monte Cristo?" "He comes possibly from the Holy Land.about 24. I wrote to Franz -. "for I caught one." . "A man whose name is Franz d'Epinay or Albert de Morcerf has not much difficulty in pr ocuring them. with the air of a man who knows the whole of the European nobility perfectly." "But he paid your ransom?" "He said two words to the chief and I was free. he is a second Ariosto. his name is the Count of Monte Cristo. fabulous a s it promises to be. and one of his ancestors possessed Calva ry." "Armed to the teeth?" "He had not even a knitting-needle." "Ah." "Why." "I know it." "No. fabulous as it may seem." "No. Unfortunately. and to listen to your history. this gentleman is a Hercules killing Cacus. I was at the end of my journey and of my credit. or rather most admirable ones.and were he here he would confirm every word . "I do not think so.I wrote then to Franz that if he did not come with the four thousand crowns be fore six." "And I say to you.

since he calls himself Sinbad the Sailor. for they did not come in until after he had taken hashish." "That is what deceives you. so that what he took for women might have been simply a row of statues."Are you mad. "it is very lucky that M." said Morrel thoughtfully. "No. Morrel comes to aid me. he of whom I speak is the lord and master of this grain of sand. do you know if the persons you see there are rich or poor. if their sack s of wheat are not rubies or diamonds? They seem like poor fishermen." said Maximilian." "Now you get angry." "He is rich." "Precisely!" cried Albert. or are you l aughing at us?" "And I also. Debray. of this atom.they have no time." "And you have seen this cavern. and has a cave filled with gold. an atom in the infinite. for heaven's sake." "I do not understand you."I think I can assist your researches." "Ah." "Have you read the `Arabian Nights'?" "What a question!" "Well. then?" "I believe so." The two young men looked at Morcerf as if to say. but Franz has." said Debray. Only he is not quite sure about the women. not a word of this before him. "what you tell us is so extraordinary. Morcerf?" asked Beauchamp. and was waited on by mutes and by women to whom Cleopatra was a painted strumpet. How will you have them protect you? The Chamber cuts down their salaries every day. Albert? I will send you to Constantinople." ." "But that ought to be visible. "have heard something like this from an old sailor named Penelon. are you not. "Well." "Ah. so that now they have scarc ely any. They are too much taken up with interfering in the affairs of thei r countrymen who travel. that he thus gives a clew to the labyrinth?" "My dear Albert. because your ambassadors and your consuls do not tell you of them -." "Which means?" "Which means that my Count of Monte Cristo is one of those fishermen. -. you are v exed. and sudden ly they open some mysterious cavern filled with the wealth of the Indies. Will you be ambassador. Franz wen t in with his eyes blindfolded. He has ev en a name taken from the book. and attack our poor agents. "Monte Cristo is a lit tle island I have often heard spoken of by the old sailors my father employed -a grain of sand in the centre of the Mediterranean. he has purchased the title of count somewhere in Tuscany." cried Albert.

" returned Beauchamp. every one exists." returned Morcerf." ." "There are no Italian banditti. every one has not black slaves." "You say very true. " facial angle strongly developed. livid complexion. politeness unexceptionable." "Laugh. rail on at your ease. idlers on the Boulevard de Gand or the Bois de Boulog ne. then?" "Yes. and Greek mistresses. "you have described him feature for featur e." said Albert. "No vampire. Albert. but not in the same way. "but this has nothing to do with the existence of the Count of Monte Cristo. a princely retinue." cried Beauchamp. the iris of which contracts or dilates at pleasure. keen and cutting politeness. "There is half-past ten striking. always excepting his little arrangements with the Italian banditti. than from the sight of the executioner and the culprit." "Pardieu." said Morcerf." "Just so." "Wild eyes. if you will." "Did he not conduct you to the ruins of the Colosseum and suck your blood?" ask ed Beauchamp. make you sign a flaming parchment. Lucien. but so little. gentlemen. "Or. and heard her one mo rning when I breakfasted with the count. having delivered you. Yes. declared that the count was a vampire. magnificent forehead. who knew Lord Ruthven." said Debray."No." said Debray. the Sultan send me the bowstring. surrendering your soul to him as Esau did his birth-right?" "Rail on. "Whe n I look at you Parisians." "I am highly flattered. somewhat piqued." "He eats. it seems to me we are not of the same race. lest on the first demonstration I make in favor of Mehemet Ali. and think of this man. and one day that we were viewing an execution.. "No Count of Monte Cristo" added Debray. capital. hor ses that cost six thousand francs apiece. "At the same time." added ChateauRenaud. an arsenal of weapons that would do credit to an Arabian fortress. I saw her at the theatre. This man has often made me shudder. "For a man not connected with newspapers. it can hardly be called eating. "your Count of Monte Cristo is a very fine fellow. here i s the pendant to the famous sea-serpent of the Constitutionnel." said Beauchamp. sharp and white teeth." "Doubtless." responded Debray. more from hear ing the cold and calm manner in which he spoke of every description of torture. and make my secretaries strangle me. I thought I should faint." "He must be a vampire." "Ah." "Have you seen the Greek mistress?" "I have both seen and heard her. "Yes. black b eard. the Countess G---.

" "My dear count. and especially Morrel. "Well. where. "Why should he doubt it?" said Beauchamp to Chateau-Renaud. "Let me go on. you perhaps have not heard in Ita ly. What s ay you. but the most fastidious dandy could have found nothing to cavil at in his toilet. "it is a handsome uniform. I request you to allow me to introduce him as my friend. But what struck everybody was his extreme resembl ance to the portrait Debray had drawn. it was impossible to be offended at it. at the same time. "so much the better. "In reality. it is forbidden to beat the postil ions. captain of Sp ahis. "You wear the uniform of the new French conquerors. captain.hat." replied Albert. stepped a pace forward. Morrel!" . who looked at Monte Cristo with wonder. whose nobility goes back to the twelve peers. who. the door had itself opened noi selessly." interrupted Morrel. smiling. whom I had invited in consequence of the promise you did me the honor to m ake. lustrous. chang ing color. you have a noble heart. had penetrated at once all that was penetrable in Monte Cri sto. but a t the same time with coldness and formality. dressed with the greatest simplicity. although I have seen him to-day for the fi rst time. and so heroic a one. surp rised everybody. I think. "of a new de ed of his." continued Be auchamp." At this name the count. "is the politene ss of kings. But the sound of the clock had not died away when Germain announced. and let us sit down to breakfast. But. "You ha ve never seen our Africans. and a sligh t tinge of red colored his pale cheeks." said the count. and the terror of the French government. with his aristocratic glance and his kno wledge of the world." The involuntary start every one gave p roved how much Morcerf's narrative had impressed them. They are the Count of Chateau-Renaud. an editor of a paper. it seems. and Albert himself could not wholly refrain from manifesting sudden emotion. however strange the spee ch might seem. and slight trembling of the eyelid that show emotion. and limpid when he pleased.was from the first makers. M. who was by this time perfectly master of himself again. but it is not the sam e with travellers." said he. M. "Punctuality. And we have just heard. monsieur. in spite of his national celebrity. which cor responded to the count's own thought rather than to what Albert was saying. since his paper is prohibited there. gloves. He se emed scarcely five and thirty." said Monte Cristo. "Albert has not deceived us. beneath this uniform beats one of the bravest and noblest hearts in the whole army." replied the count. which was in general so clear. "I was announcing your visit to some of my fri ends. that. He had not heard a carriage stop in the street. for the count is a most singular being. M. and whose ancestors had a place at the R ound Table. Lucien Debray. or steps in the ante-chamber." At these wor ds it was still possible to observe in Monte Cristo the concentrated look. bu t of whom." No one could have sa id what caused the count's voice to vibrate so deeply. "Ah." This exclamation. and boots -." replied the latter. The count advanced. Maximilian Morrel. The count appeared. However. Beauchamp. and whom I now present to you. and approached Albert. de Morcerf." "Oh. I hope you will excuse the two or three seconds I am behindhand. according to one of your sovereigns. five hundred leagues are not to be accomplished without some troubl e. and what made his eye fla sh. and especially in France. who hastened towards him holding out his hand in a ceremonial manner." continued Albert. into the cen tre of the room. count?" said Albert. "H is excellency the Count o