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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

One passed at the moment . In the meanwhile Legion of Honor which he usually wore Louis. whose caree r was ended.. this is an officer's cross. de Villefort." "Sire. "Well." "Sire. "your majesty mistakes." "Ma foi. Blacas. "take it. for I have not the time t o procure you another. bowing.Who rang? -. " (the king here detached the cross of the over his blue coat. and gave loose to dreams of ambition. sir. "and should I forget you (kings' memories are short). and gave it ke this cross." "Go. and that is another sacrifice made to the royal cause. such as it is. near the cross of St. send for the mini ster of war."in the meanwhile ta "Sire." "Did he mention my name?" Villefort reached his hotel. as they left the Tuileries . Lazare. above the order of Notre-Dameto Villefort) -. The valet entered . 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. and looking about him for a hackney-coach. which he hailed.Who asked for me?" "A stranger who will not send in his name.the best terms possible. "you entered by luck's door -. we will not forget you. let it be your care to see that the brevet is mad e out and sent to M. and remember that if you are not able to serve me here in Paris.your fortune is made. do not be afraid to bring yourself to my recollection." "A stranger who will not send in his name! What can he want with me?" "He wishes to speak to you. he gave his address to the driver. saluting the minister. "may I inquire what are the orders with which your majesty deigns to honor me?" "Take what rest you require." replied Villefort. "And now." said Villefort. ordered horses to be ready to have his breakfast brought to him." make your mind easy. Ten minutes afterwards in two hours. remain. and Villefort . "in an hour I shall have quitted Paris." "Will it be long first?" muttered Villefort. He was about to be sound of the bell rang sharp and loud. "what is it? -." "To me?" "Yes. threw hi mself on the seat. you may be of the greatest service to me at Marseilles. sir. Baron. du-Mont-Carmel and St." he said. and for which you should be recompensed. and asked gin his repast when the the door." Villefort's eyes were filled with tears of j oy and pride." said the minister of police to Villefort. Blacas." said the king." "Never mind. he took the cross and kissed it." "Ah. sir." said Villefort." said Louis XVIII. "Who could know that I was here already?" said the young man. The valet opened heard some one speak his name. and springing in.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"The 28th of February." "Are you well fed?" said the inspector. and that the moment to address himself to the superior authorities was come. who was crouched in a corner of the dungeon. and the latter recoiled two or three steps. Dantes saw that he was looked upon as dangerous. you do not know what is seventeen months in prison! -. and to whom the governor spoke bareheaded. h ad arrived at the summit of his ambition -. then. but a verdict -.who sees his prospects destroyed. an d ask for me." "And you are not so any longer?" "No. who saw an honorable career opened before hi m. 1816." "So long? -. who. for he his always been very good to me." . but a trial.he is already more gentle. then?" asked the inspector." "To-day is the 30th of July. I ask only for a trial. especially to a man who. "H e will become religious -. the victim of an infamous denunciation. that. turning to the governor. cannot be denied to one who is acc used!" "We shall see. "I believe so. The inspector listened attentively. captivity has subdued me -. Then. and is i gnorant of the fate of his affianced wife. See ing a stranger.to a man. escorted by two turnkeys holding torches and accompanied by two soldiers. if innocent.seventeen ages rather.a tria l. at half-past two in the afternoon." said the inspector. observed. but I was mad. Have pity on me." replied Dantes. like me. Dantes. for instance. and whether his aged father be still living! Seventeen months captivity to a sailor accustomed to the boundless ocean . What matters really." "Only seventeen months. to be set at liberty. whence he could see the ray of light that came through a narrow iron grating above. the poor devil touches me. he is afraid. I don't know. not o nly to me. The soldiers interposed their bayonets. sir." "It is true.when were you arrested. 1815. -.why it is but seventeen months. and who loses all in an instant -.to be tried. not intelligence. turning to the prisoner. is that an innocent man shou ld languish in prison. At the sound of the key turning in the lock. You must show me the proofs against him. Dantes. is a worse punishment than human crime ever merited.madmen are not afraid of anything. I made some curious observations on this at Charenton. not pardon. th e other day. "you are not so always." "You are very humble to-day. it's of no consequence. and the creaking of the hinge s. like me. was on the p oint of marrying a woman he adored. then." Then. to die here cursi ng his executioners. "Oh. when you tried to kill the turnkey. infusing all the humility he possessed i nto his eyes and voice. but to officers of justice and the king. and I beg his pardon. "I want to know what crime I have committed -. and sought to inspire him wi th pity. to be shot. raised his head. he addressed the inspector. sir.door. then. who guessed the tru th.I have been here so long. turning to the governor. "What is it y ou want?" said he. and if I am guilty. and retreate d before the bayonets -. for they thought that he was about to a ttack the inspector. surely." remarked the governor. "On my word. sprang forward with clasped hands.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

leaving the approach to the cavern as savage-looking an d untrodden as he had found it. Dantes proceeded to make his final adieus on board The Young Amelia. 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. From a distance Dantes recognized the rig and handling of The Young Amelia. Dantes took leave of the captain. and proceeded with the captain to Leghorn. and also a young woman c alled Mercedes. Arrived at Leghorn. which amounted to no less a sum than fifty piastres each. 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. residing in the Allees de Meillan. a dealer in precious stones. while the crew. he still suffered acutely from his late accident. and particularly Jacopo. He then inquired how they had fared in their trip.very trace of footsteps. although successful in landing their ca rgo in safety. but having been told the history of the legacy. al though considerably better than when they quitted him. Edmond preserved the most admirable self-command. he embarked that same evening. but the cunning purchaser asked no troublesome questions concerning a bargain by which he gained a round profit of at least eighty per cent. wh en they could but lament the absence of Dantes. and so elude all further pursuit. Upon the wh ole. the pursuing vessel had almost overtaken them when. and influence which are always accorded t o wealth -. upon condition that he would go at once to Marseilles for the purpose of inquiring after an old man named Louis Dantes. This obliged them to make all the speed they could to evade the enemy. whose superior skill in the mana gement of a vessel would have availed them so materially. Jacopo could scarcely beli eve his senses at receiving this magnificent present. 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. In fact. distributing so liberal a gratuity among her crew as to secure for him the good wishes of all. The following day Dantes presented Jacopo with an entirely new vessel. who did not allow him as much money as he liked to spend. he repaired to the h ouse of a Jew. with direc tions from Dantes to join him at the Island of Monte Cristo. he met his companions with an assurance that. To t his question the smugglers replied that. accompan ying the gift by a donation of one hundred piastres. 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. an inhabitant of the Catalan village. To the captain he promised to write when he had . l eft him by an uncle. which yearned to return to dwell among m ankind. but that on his arrival at Leghorn he had come into possession of a large fortune. who at first tried all his powers of persuasion to induce him to remain as one o f the crew. however. On the sixth day. the smugglers returned. night came on. but as The Young Amelia had m erely come to Monte Cristo to fetch him away. The term for which Edmond had engaged to se rve on board The Young Amelia having expired. he impatiently awaited the return of his companions. he ceased to importu ne him further. and dragging himself with affected diffic ulty towards the landing-place. This done. and expressions of cordial int erest in all that concerned him. Dantes half feared that such val uable jewels in the hands of a poor sailor like himself might excite suspicion. 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. and to assume the rank.that first and greatest of all the forces within the grasp of man. that he might provide himse lf with a suitable crew and other requisites for his outfit. fortunately. The following morning Jacopo set sail for Marseilles. expressed great regrets that Dantes h ad not been an equal sharer with themselves in the profits. the trip had been sufficiently successful to satisfy all concerned . to whom he disposed of four of his s mallest diamonds for five thousand francs each. power. and enabled t hem to double the Cape of Corsica. Having seen Jacopo fairly out of the harbor. whose sole heir he was.

The following day Dantes sailed with his yacht from Genoa. A bargain was therefore struck. and upon their return the Jew counted out to the shipbuilder the sum of sixty thousand francs in bright gold pieces. struck with the beauty and capability of the little vessel . studying it as a skilful horseman would the animal he destined for some importa nt service. The boat . th e price agreed upon between the Englishman and the Genoese builder was forty tho usand francs. having heard that the Genoese excelle d all other builders along the shores of the Mediterranean in the construction o f fast-sailing vessels. But their wonder was soon changed to adm iration at seeing the perfect skill with which Dantes handled the helm. his boat had proved herself a first-class sailer. was desirous of possessing a specimen of their skill. Early on the following morning he commenced the removal of his riches. and was not expected b ack in less than three weeks or a month. his treasure was just as he had left it.made up his mind as to his future plans. others the Island of Elba. Some insisted she was making for Corsica . and promised to have these secret places completed by the next day. retired with the latter for a few m inutes to a small back parlor. saying he was ac customed to cruise about quite alone. Dantes led the owner of the yacht to the dwelling of a Jew. up on condition that he should be allowed to take immediate possession. 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. indeed. and ere nightfall the whole of his immense wealth was safely deposited in the compartments of the secret locker. applied to its owner to transfer it to him. the closet to contain three divisions. offering sixty thousand francs. As it drew near. by which time the builder reckoned upon being able to complete another. under the inspection of an immense crowd drawn together by curiosity to see the rich Spanish noblema n who preferred managing his own yacht. and his principal pleasure consisted in ma naging his yacht himself. The island was utterly deserted. they then turned their con jectures upon her probable destination. till at the end of that time he was perfectly conversant with its go od and bad qualities. Dantes furnishing the dimensions and p lan in accordance with which they were to be constructed. he recognized it as the boat he had given to Jacopo. His signal was returned. and in two hours afterwar ds the newcomer lay at anchor beside the yacht. instead of landing at the usual place. Dantes employed it in manoeuvring his yacht round the island. and bore no evidence of having bee n visited since he went away. who. The delighted builder then offered his services in providing a suitable crew fo r the little vessel. The former Dantes proposed to augment. A week passed by. He immediately signalled it. the latter to remed y. A mournful answer awaited each o . but no one thought of Monte Cristo. Dantes. At the moment of his arrival a small yacht was under trial in the bay. The builder cheerfully undertook the commission. Yet thither it was that Dantes guide d his vessel. bets were offered to any amount that she was bound for Spain. but this Dantes declined with many thanks. and. 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 spectators followed the little v essel with their eyes as long as it remained visible. and had come the distance from Ge noa in thirty-five hours. Upon the eighth day he discerned a small vessel under full sail approaching Mon te Cristo. Then Dantes departed for Genoa. The proposa l was too advantageous to be refused. the more so as the person for whom the yac ht was intended had gone upon a tour through Switzerland. while Africa was positively reported by many persons as her intended course. so promptly did it obey the slightest touch. so constructed as to be concealed from all but hims elf. Dantes had carefully noted the general appearance of t he shore. he dropped anchor in the l ittle creek. this yacht had been built by order of an Englishman. seemed to be animated with almost human intelligence. and at Monte Cristo he arrived at the close of the second day.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

three -. I beg.last February." cried M. "I am like my house. de Boville. he was. to recollect dates so well." "Sir. in whose name I act. sir. They have." "Oh. sir. sir."That's no affair of mine. decidedly. "The commission is us ually one and a half. sir. But all I know." "What was his name?" "The Abbe Faria." "Oh. the abbe's dungeon was forty or fifty feet distant from tha ." "You are the inspector of prisons?" "I have been so these fourteen years. sir." replied the Englishman. five or six months ago -. some motive to serve in hastening the ruin of a rival firm. who disappeared suddenly. because the poor devil's death was accompanied by a singular incident. "Oh dear. "he was crazy. the commission I ask is quite different. or even more? Whatever you say." replied the Englishman." "So they said." cried M. and I s hould like to learn some particulars of his death. I have since learned that he was confined in the Chateau d'If." "Very possibly." "I recollect this. is. and offered vast sums to the gove rnment if they would liberate him. perhaps. but what sort of madness was it?" "He pretended to know of an immense treasure. and do not do suc h things -.and he is dead?" "Yes." "Well." "You keep the registers of entries and departures?" "I do." "May I ask what that was?" said the Englishman with an expression of curiosity. de Boville.no. yes.five per cent. I only ask a brokerage. I recollect him perfectly. will you have two -. laughing." "Name it. which a close observer would have been astonished at discovering in his phlegma tic countenance." "Of course. "that is the affair of the house of Thomson & French." "Poor devil! -. that is perfectly just. that I am ready to hand you over this sum in exchange for your assignment of the debt. sir." "To these registers there are added notes relative to the prisoners?" "There are special reports on every prisoner. I was educated at home by a poor devil of an abbe." "You have a good memory.

"As I have already told you.one of those who had contributed the most to the return of the usurper in 1815. "Yes. sir. It appears. on t he contrary. sir. and they simply throw the dead into the sea. "that the two dungeons" -"Were separated by a distance of fifty feet. "Yes." remarked the Englishman ." replied M. "Well." he interposed." "Indeed!" said the Englishman. and awaited the moment of inter ment. and. no doubt." "Really!" exclaimed the Englishman. He. "but not for the survivor. by his own act disembarrassed the government of the fears it had on his accoun t." "It was a bold step. and he conveyed the dead man into his own cell. he was a very dangerous man. with an intention of escape?" "No doubt. That man m ade a deep impression on me. and died." "This tunnel was dug. yes. and we could only go into his dungeon with a file of soldiers. the Abbe Faria had an attack of catalepsy. that this Edmond Dantes had procured tools. and threw him into th e sea. I shall never forget his countenance!" The Englishm an smiled imperceptibly. de Boville. and one that showed some courage. after fastening a thirty-six pound cannon-ball to their feet.t of one of Bonaparte's emissaries. -. de Boville." "That must have cut short the projects of escape. or made them. sir. -. took his place in the sack in which they had sewed up the corpse. fortunately . "And you say." "For the dead man. "I myself had occasion to see this man in 1816 or 1817. for they found a tunnel through which the prisoners held communicati on with one another." continued the inspector of prisons." replied M." observed the Englishman as if he were slow of comprehension. they fastened a thirty-six pound ball to his feet. but it appears that this Edmond Da ntes" -"This dangerous man's name was" -"Edmond Dantes." "Well. t hought that prisoners who died in the Chateau d'If were interred in an ordinary burial-ground. "You may imagine the amazement . but unfortunately for the prisoners.a very resolute and very dangerous man . no doubt." "The Chateau d'If has no cemetery. this Dantes saw a means of accelerating his escape." "How was that?" "How? Do you not comprehend?" "No. sir.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

as he had said. and. sir. who. and M."Yes. thanks t o the delay granted by the Englishman. and. that if he had to repay on the 15th the 50.500 francs of bills. The same day he told his wife. The bills signed by Morrel were presented at his office with scrupulous exactitude. de Boville. if not of tranquillity. as well as the debt due to the inspector of prisons. "Do you promise?" "I swear to you I will. It was Morrel alone who remembered with alarm. he must be a rui ned man. and continued to descend. were paid by Cocles with equal punctualit y. The opinion of all the commercial men was that. his departure left no trace excep t in the memories of these three persons. The agent of Thomson & French had not been again seen at Marseilles. or two days after his visit to Morrel. Adieu. in business he had correspondents. and the general opinion was that the complete ruin of the unfortu nate shipowner had been postponed only until the end of the month." Un fortunately. with a rouleau of a hundred francs in either hand. and get only six or eight per cent of our money back again. "I wish to speak to you. he had disappeared. mademoiselle. The stranger waved his hand. Fortunately. was the astonishment when at the end of the month."We had better help a man who owes us nearl y 300. The month pas sed. and on the 30th the 32. and some even came to a contrary decision. who had shown themselves so considerate towards him. at any date. and Morrel made extraordinary efforts to get in all his resources. was taken with confidence. and could only attribute it to so me such selfish argument as this: -. sweet girl you are a t present." Julie uttered a faint cry. he had time granted. Formerly his paper. returned to the family. Still confidence was not restored to all minds. and.000 francs at the end of three months than hasten his ruin. therefore. Gre at. whether through envy or stupidity. Unfortunately. and a ray of hope. as they reached him. however. Emmanuel. "Come with me. and was even in request. Morrel. and none of the banks woul d give him credit. he could by no means account for this generous conduc t on the part of Thomson & French towards him. and as in that city he had had no intercourse but with the m ayor. Morrel had not only engagements with the house of Thomson & French. 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. In the court he found P enelon. and not friends. seemed unable to make up his mind to retain them. all Morrel's correspondents did not take this view. under the reverses which had su ccessively weighed down Morrel. he cancelled a ll his obligations with his usual punctuality. and his dau ghter all that had occurred. When h e thought the matter over. for which." Chapter 30 The Fifth of September. Mor rel now tried to negotiate bills at ninety days only. and I have great hopes that heaven will reward you by giving you Emma nuel for a husband. my friend. Morrel had some funds coming in on which he coul d rely." "It is well. the day after.000 francs. it was impossible for him to remain solvent. Continue to be the good. the inspector of prisons." said the Englishman . The extension provided for by the agent of Thomson & French. and leaned against the baluster . As to the sailors of the Pharaon.000 francs of M. he found himself in a condition to meet his en gagements when the end of July came. and have those 300. at the moment when Morrel expected it least. blushed like a rose." returned Julie. Cocles thus remained in his accustomed tranquillity. they .

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

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

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

He was thunderstruck. While he was yet at the door of the study he heard the bedroom door open. Julie hesitated. "Yes. is it not?" "Yes. come!" cried she. then.to 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. after the succession of misfortunes which had befallen his father. then. "it is your opinion that I should obey this invitation?" "Yes. but his desire to make Julie decide immediately ma de him reply. 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. it may be observed. it was neither to her mother nor her brother that she applied." said Emmanuel. I will accompany you. but to Emmanuel. I wil l hasten to rejoin you. The young man knew quite wel l that. and showed him the letter. rushing hastily out of the apartment. Emmanuel?" said the young girl with hesitation." "Oh. "we have not fifteen thousand francs in the h ouse. "to-day is the 5th of September. 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. and resolved to take counsel. and if you are so long absent as to make me uneasy." "But did you not read that I must be alone?" said Julie. Did not the messenger say your father's safety depended upon it?" "But what danger threatens him. indeed." "To-day. through a singular impulse. he will be compelled at twelve o'clock to declare himself a b ankrupt. During th is time. that it is usually unknown perils that inspire the greatest terror. at eleven o'clock. "Listen." "Well. related the scene on the staircase. re peated the promise she had made. we know that." continued Emmanuel. then. "I will await you at the corne r of the Rue de Musee. expecting to find his father in his study. he ran up-stairs." replied the young man. if to-day before eleven o'clock your father has not found someone who wil l come to his aid. Then. but he rapped there in vain. then. Emmanuel hesitated a moment. turne . then. your father has nearly three hundred thousand francs to pay?" "Yes. Yet. mademoiselle." he said. but he did not know that matters had reached such a point. Emmanuel?" she asked. and woe to him of whom you shall have cause to complain to me!" "Then. "You must go. come. Madame Morrel had told her son everything." "What will happen then?" "Why. hastening away with the young man. "Go there?" murmured Julie. "And you shall be alone.

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

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

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

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

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

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

and your conversation is most interesting. and won victory at a single thrust. a large hole is chopped in the vessel's bottom. and the air was so clear that they could already distinguis . and who yet. "wh y do not those who have been plundered complain to the French. steer for Monte Cristo. but now that they had started." asked Franz.calculated its probable method of approach. fro m time to time. he thought it would be cowardly to draw back. and yet I never s aw even the shadow of a bandit or a pirate. he treated any peril as he would an adversary in a duel. "I have travelled through Sicil y and Calabria -. then. spins round and round. All at once th ere's a noise like a cannon -. that a little merchant vessel. you would hear. yes. First one gun'l goes under. then the other. and disappears. and then all is over." "But. some dark and stormy night. but. as bandits plunder a carriage in the recesses of a forest. or at Civita Vecchia. in the first place. Calm and resolute. and as I wish to enjoy it as l ong as possible. every day. doubtless. and I have answered. as a point of strategy and not from cowardice. the vessel gives a last groan. "but you questioned me. if. Now this rock it has met has been a long and narrow boat." said the captain. they transfer from the vessel to their own boat w hatever they think worth taking. Sardinian. and both go under at once. who have surprised and plundered it.I have sailed two months in the Archipelago. that's all. Soon the wate r rushes out of the scupper-holes like a whale spouting. He was one of those men who do not rashly court danger. the boat made six or seven knots an hour. Has not your excellency heard that the French char ge d'affaires was robbed six months ago within five hundred paces of Velletri?" "Oh. I heard that. combat it with the most unalterable cooln ess. then they bind the crew hand and foot. like us. rob tra vellers at the gates of Rome. Then they lift and sink again. there are pirates. at Porto-Ferrajo. and they were rapidly reaching the end of their voyage. near some desert and gloomy island. Do you understand now . or an English yacht that was expe cted at Bastia. who lay wrapped in his cloak at the bottom of the boat. has not arrived. was quick to see an opening for attack. but if danger presents itself. manned by six or e ight men." "Yes." "Well." The wind blew strongly." "Your excellency is mistaken. retreated. or Tus can governments?" "Why?" said Gaetano with a smile.. they att ach to every one's neck a four and twenty pound ball. why?" "Because. "Yes. -.that's the air blowing up the deck. your excellency lived at Leghorn. Franz would have hesitated. "why no complaints are made to the government. At the end of ten minutes the ves sel begins to roll heavily and settle down. no one knows what has become of it. forming a vast whirlpool in the o cean. it has struck on a rock and founder ed. As they drew near the island seemed t o lift from the sea." "I did not tell your excellency this to deter you from your project.er and Captain Marryat. if at all. 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." replied G aetano. and why the vessel never reaches port?" It is probable that if Gaetano had related this previous to proposing the exped ition. "Bah!" said he. and then they leave her. like the bandits who were beli eved to have been exterminated by Pope Leo XII.

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

and for greater security we stand out to sea. and good fellows like us on board. Very often the bandits are hard pressed by gendarm es or carbineers. it was evident that he had touched the shore. we must live somehow. "they have with them two Corsican bandit s. smugglers are not thieves. and saves the life." returned the other." "But these two Corsican bandits?" said Franz. when the same luminous track was again obs erved. "then you are a smuggler occasionally. they see a vessel. During this time the captain had thrown off his vest and shirt. and lowering himself noiselessly into the sea. This track soo n disappeared.having assassinated a man?" said F ranz. he examined his arms with the utmost coolness . and waited quietly. so he had no shoes and stockings to take off. smiling impenetrab ly. well." "How so?" "Because they are pursued for having made a stiff." "What do you mean by having made a stiff? -." retur ned the captain. looked at the pr iming." "And what are these Corsican bandits doing here with Spanish smugglers?" "Alas. we sailors are like freemasons. while they got out their oars and held themselves in readiness to row away. the four sailors fixed their eyes on him. of a fellow-creature. "They are Spanish smugglers." returned the captain with an accent of the most profound pity. thanks to the darkness. yes. he could only be traced by the phosphorescent line in his wake. "I mean that they have killed an enemy. Every one on board remained motionless for half an hour. as if it was not in a Corsic an's nature to revenge himself. you can't refuse help to a poor hunted dev il." said he. "we ough t always to help one another. . th ey come and demand hospitality of us. but that of the authorities." "And do you think we have nothing to fear if we land?" "Nothing at all. Gaetano?" "Your excellency. "It is not their fault that they are bandits. or at least the liberty. which is a very different thing. 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. calculating the chances of peril. continuing his investigation. his feet were naked. This costs us nothing. we receive them. "Well?" exclaimed Franz and the sailor s in unison. he had two double-barrelled guns and a rifle. which. swam towards t he shore with such precaution that it was impossible to hear the slightest sound . who had proposed the expedition. and the swimmer was soon on board. "Then you know the men who are now on Monte Cristo?" "Oh. after these preparations he placed his f inger on his lips. and secured his trousers round his waist. he loaded them. As for Franz.nd from the moment that their course was changed not a word was spoken. had taken all the responsibility on h imself. Gaetano." "Ah!" said Franz. and recognize each other by signs.

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

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

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

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

"a thousand ex cuses for the precaution taken in your introduction hither. then. his eyes were penetrating and sparkling. Franz did not wait for a repetition o f this permission." said the unknown to Franz. this island is deserted. those of Raoul in the `Huguenots. Pray observe. moreover. sir. as white as pearls. Presently. after going on for a few seconds more he heard a crackling. At length his feet touched on a thick and soft carpet.'" "Alas. and became balmy and perfumed. There was a moment's silence.ed him on about fifty paces farther. it is yours to share. if the secret of this abode were discovered. returned look for look. Ali. "Welcome. if I could have anticipated the honor of your v isit. but extremely well made. I have always observe d that they bandage people's eyes who penetrate enchanted palaces. a tolerable supper and prett y comfortable beds. for instance. tapestry hung before t he door by which Franz had entered. and dressed in a plain white tunic. The entire chamber was lined with crimson brocade. said. Although of a paleness that was almost livid. and. after a pause. and found himself in the prese nce of a man from thirty-eight to forty years of age. this man had a remarkably handsome face. during the g reater portion of the year. with a foreign accent. my dear sir. "I do not know if you are of my opinion.' and really I have nothing to complain of. is the su pper ready?" At this moment the tapestry moved aside. but as." replied Franz. embroidered with gold like the vest. pantaloons of deep red. it is at your d isposal. and yellow slippers. I beg you will remov e your bandage. while his teeth. a vest of black c loth embroidered with gold. "Now. I only request you to give me one by which I may have the ple . but took off the handkerchief. but because I should not have the certainty I now possess of separating myself from all the rest of mankind at pleasure. black as ebo ny. he knew that they were entering a cave. and also in front of another door. surmounted with a stand of Arabian swo rds in silver scabbards." he said. I would have prepared for it. he had a splendid cashmere round his waist. But such as is my hermitage. that it seemed to pertain to one who had been long entombed. "Sir. like the men of the so uth. and the handles resplendent with gems. his nos e. made a sign to his master that all was p repared in the dining-room. which would be exceedingly annoying. and a small sharp and crooked cangiar was pa ssed through his girdle. evidently advancing towards that part of th e shore where they would not allow Gaetano to go -. not even taking his eyes off him. that I too much respect the laws of hospitality to ask y our name or title. In a recess was a kind of divan. His pallor was so peculiar. He was not particularly tall. leading i nto a second apartment which seemed to be brilliantly illuminated. if you will. and a Nubian. Let me now endeav or to make you forget this temporary unpleasantness. such as is my supper. 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. in which they sunk to the instep. was of the pure Greek ty pe. of beautiful shape and color. and it seem ed to him as though the atmosphere again changed. not for the l oss it occasioned me.that is to say. although. and. But what astonished Franz." "Ma foi. find on my return my temporary retirement in a state of great disorder. while the feet res ted on a Turkey carpet. quite straight. and who was incapable of resuming the healthy glow and hue of life. dressed in a Tunisian cost ume -. and his guides let go th eir hold of him. from the ceiling hung a lamp of Venetian glass. "make no apologies.that is to say." It may be supposed.a refusal he could now compr ehend. The host gave Franz time to recover from his surprise. I may say with Lucullus. in excellent Fr ench. who had treated Gaetan o's description as a fable. and offer you what no doubt you did not expect to find here -. was the splendor of the apartment in which he found himself. fo r what I see makes me think of the wonders of the `Arabian Nights. were set off to admiration by the black mustache that encircled them. a red cap with a long blue silk tassel. I should doubtless. and projecting direct from the brow. had small hands and feet. worked with flowers of gold. by a change in the atmosphere. large and full gaiters of th e same color. and then a voice.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

" replied Franz. 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.no horses?" he said. Signor Pa strini?" "Yes." "Well. your excellency.there is not a single carriage to be had -." replied Pastrini. "no carriage to be had?" "Just so." returned Franz. your Eternal City is a nice sort of place." "Ah." . and without waiting for Fra nz to question him. The next morning Franz woke first." said the landlord triumphantly. that you were too late -. "tha t there are no carriages to be had from Sunday to Tuesday evening." "Yes. "Well." said Albert. entering. "which will mak e it still more difficult." Albert looked at Franz like a man who hears a reply he d oes not understand. and dreamed he was racing all over Rome at Carnival time in a coach with six horses. "I say. f or the last three days of the carnival. and instantly rang the bell. my dear boy. slept soundly." "But the carriage and horses?" said Franz. "Do you understand that. let us sup. "but can't we ha ve post-horses?" "They have been all hired this fortnight. when I would not promise you anything. excellency. who was desirous of keeping up the dignity of the capital of the Christian world in the eyes of his guest. "you have guessed it. then. "Be easy. went to bed. "to-day is Thursday. but to pass to another. and there are none left but those abs olutely requisite for posting. Is supper ready." "That is to say. The sound had n ot yet died away when Signor Pastrini himself entered. "I feared yesterday. "for the very three days it is most needed. my dear Franz -. and who knows what m ay arrive between this and Sunday?" "Ten or twelve thousand travellers will arrive.that is. but from now till Sunday you can have fifty if you please." returned Franz." Morcerf then." "What is the matter?" said Albert. excellency. supped.hat's no matter." "What are we to say to this?" asked Franz. that when a thing completely surpasses my comprehension. they will come in due season. that is something. Chapter 33 Roman Bandits. I am accustome d not to dwell on that thing." "Well." "There are no horses.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

well-looking young man. With this design he had engaged a box in the most conspicuous part of the theatre. and an introductio n might ensue that would procure him the offer of a seat in a carriage. in spite of this. to think that Al bert de Morcerf. it had cost less than would be paid at some of the French t heatres for one admitting merely four occupants. and claims t o notice. poor Albert! none of those interesting adventures fell in his way . as. and thought not of changing even for t he splendid appearance of Albert de Morcerf. his elegant toilet was wholly throw n away. Rome is the spot where even the wisest and gravest throw off the usual rigidity of their lives. and deign to mingle in the follies of this time of liberty and relaxation. and a genealogical tree is equally estimated. he might not in truth attract the notice of some fair Roman. and the principal act ors were Coselli. Yet he could not restrain a hope t hat in Italy. and his self-love immensely piqued. besides being an elegant. Sometimes Albert would affect to make a joke of his want of success. 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. but. and La Specchia. alas. 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. and that upon his ret urn he should astonish the Parisian world with the recital of his numerous loveaffairs. whether dated from 1399 or merely 1815. hoped to indem nify himself for all these slights and indifferences during the Carnival. generally styled the "nobility's boxes. as elsewhere. should thus be passed over. and all he gained was the painful c onviction that the ladies of Italy have this advantage over those of France. and merely have his labor for his pains. or a pla ce in a princely balcony. although each of the three tiers of boxes is deemed equally aristocratic . tha t they are faithful even in their infidelity. The box taken by Albert was in the first circle. expectations. Florentines. or open boxes. Albert had quitted Paris with the full conviction that he had only to show himself in Italy to carry all before him. and Neapolitans were all faithful. And the thing was so much the more annoying. The Carnival was to commence on the morrow.000 livres. Alas. certainly. there might be an exception to the general rule. if not to their husbands.who knew but that. the most admired and most sought after of any young person of h is day. 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. and is. and exerted himself to set off his personal attractions by the aid of the most rich and elaborate toilet. according to the characteristic mo desty of a Frenchman. from which he might behold the gayeties of the Carniva l? These united considerations made Albert more lively and anxious to please tha . Albert displayed his most dazzling and effective costumes e ach time he visited the theatres. Moriani." supported by three of the most renowned vocalists of Italy. Alb ert. with their orchestras from which it is impossible to see. moreover. and had shared a lower box at the Opera. Another motive had influenced A lbert's selection of his seat. Albert. thus advantageously placed. therefore Albert had not an instant to lose in setting forth the programme of his hopes. a more than sufficient sum to render him a personage of considerable importance in Paris. therefore. for this reason. was also possessed of con siderable talent and ability. Albert had never been able to endure the Ital ian theatres.a recently created one. The young men. at least to their lovers. all these defects pressed hard on a man who had had his stall at the Bouffes. -. Albert de Mo rcerf commanded an income of 50. knowin g full well that among the different states and kingdoms in which this festivity is celebrated. Stil l." and although the box engaged for the two friends was sufficiently capacious to contain at le ast a dozen persons.The opera of "Parisina" was announced for representation. he was a viscount -. but intern ally he was deeply wounded. but to crown all these advantages. and the absence of balconies. the lovely Genoese. but in the present day it is not necessary to go as far back as Noah in tracing a descent. however.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And remember. in a contemptuous tone. they are in the infancy. the easier it becomes to die yourself. different persons bear the transition from life to death. "And you took pleasure in beholding these dreadful spectacles?" "My first sentiment was horror. "a pleasant manner. "Really. your mother. "do not tell me of Eu ropean punishments. I know. "one would think that you had studied the diffe rent tortures of all the nations of the world. count." added the count. but it is not an expiation. and allows him who has caused us years of moral sufferings to escape with a few moments of physical pain?" "Yes.that is a terrible word. moreover." "Ah. the second indifference. a man has dishonored your daughter." "Listen." answered Franz. when torn from you. s he can give blood in return for blood. 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. or pass a sword through the breast. fr om existence to annihilation? As for myself. your betrothed. is it not then. a wound that never closes. "that where society." "Why so? In life. of that man who has planted madness in your brain. the stake and the brand of the Iroquois Indians. curious to study the different ways by which the soul and body can part. I can assure you of one thing. death may be a torture. that it is often he w . and deep hatred mounted to his face.do 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. left a desolation. the augers of the Persians." replied Franz.ount of Chalais. for you excite my curiosity to the highest pitch. -. as the blood wou ld to the face of any other. few that I have not seen. our greatest preoccupation is death. upon my soul. in your breast. the third curiosity." continued the count." "I do not quite understand you. "that human justice is insufficient to console us." said the count coldly." * Guillotine. that is all." said Franz." "I will put another case to you. -. -. or offering him even the insufficient means of vengeance . and even the different customs of their countries. but you must demand from her only what it is in her power to grant.a being who. and in my opinio n. and how." "There are. or rather the old age. "If a man had by unheard-of and excruciating tortur es destroyed your father. an existence of misery and infamy. and you think you are avenged because you send a ball through the head. temperaments. at least. 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. and to whose tender mercy Richelieu had doubtless recommended t he sufferer. a m an has seduced your wife. and despair in your heart." replied Franz. of which we have just spoken? Are there not crimes for which the impalement of the Turks. "and it is to punish them that duelling is tolerated. accord ing to their different characters. Ah." cried the count. duelling. of cruelty. do not these crimes exist?" "Yes. are inadequate tortures. "pray explain your meaning.t he more men you see die. and which are unpunished by society? Answer me . att acked by the death of a person. of arriving at your end when that end is vengeance! A man has carried off your mistress. avenges death by death." said the count." "Curiosity -.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

of old arm-chairs. the sight of what is going on is necessar y to young men. with which the door communicated. or. a boudoir. Mozart. Over these dark and sombre chairs were thrown splendid stuffs. the only rooms into which. however. they awaited. battle-axes. for the use of smokers. and single-sticks -. dyed beneat h Persia's sun. and who liv es as it were in a gilded cage. who always want to see the world traverse their horizon. and hid from the garden and court these two apartment s. Shrubs and creeping p lants covered the windows. brushes. The rest of the furniture of this privileged apartment consiste d of old cabinets. Cook. On the floor above were similar rooms. in which the artist and the dandy strove for preeminence. the three arts that complete a dandy's education. A t the end of a long corridor. Albert's breakfast-room.for two of these arm-chairs. over the doors. and broken in the centre by a large gate of gilded iron. Haydn . or Sully." opening at the "Ses ame" of Ali Baba. It was a little entrance that seemed never to have been opened since the house was built. and single-stick. Malay creeses. and groa ning beneath the weight of the chefs-d'oeuvre of Beethoven. even if that horizon is only a public thoroughfare.a whole orchestra. penc ils -. with far more perseverance than musi c and drawing. so entirely was it covered with dus t and dirt. some royal resid ence. which had been increased in s ize by pulling down the partitions -. looking into the garden. similar to that close to the concierge's door. Albert de Morcerf could follow up his researches b y means of a small gate. should anything appear to mer it a more minute examination. In the centre of the room was a Roller and Blanchet "baby grand" piano in rosewood. There were n ot lacking. and Porpora. unwilling to part f rom her son. close to the lodge of the conci erge. and Ch arles Leboucher. maces.for. or Richelieu -. gilded. for A lbert had had not a taste but a fancy for music. What these stuffs did there. broadswor ds. but the well-oiled hinges and locks told quite another story. as they were on the ground-floor. A small door. Then.e. fencing. formed out of the ante-chamber. in which perhaps had s at Henry IV. on the ceiling. on the right. By means of the two windows looking into the str eet. gave ingress and egress to the servants and masters when they were on foot . and Palissy platters. on which were engraved the fleur-de-lis of France on an azure field evidently came from the Louvre. and it was here that he received Grisier. following the example of the fashionable young men of the time. and inlaid suits . hunting-horns. The salon down-stairs was only an Algerian divan. i. The boudoir up-stairs communicated with the bed-chamber by an invisible door on the staircase. Louis XIII. filled with Chinese porcelain and Japanese vases. careless life of an only son. and whic h merits a particular description. it was evident that every precaution had been taken.high wall surrounded the whole of the hotel. palettes. it was impossible to say. in the meanti me they filled the place with their golden and silky reflections. with the addition of a third. Above this floor was a large atelier. and which formed the ante-chamber. Gretry. foils. boxing. like that famous portal in the "Arabian Nights. and yet aware that a young man of the viscount's age required the f ull exercise of his liberty. a destination unknown to their owner himself. flutes -. the prying eyes of the curious could penetrate. these three rooms were a sa lon.a pandemonium. Weber. were swords . and. boxing-gloves. daggers. from whose vigilance and jurisdiction it was free. whic h served as the carriage entrance. adorned with a carved shield. while gratifying the eyes. On the walls. Albert could see all that passed. but holdin g the potentialities of an orchestra in its narrow and sonorous cavity. There were collected and piled up all Albert's su ccessive caprices. This d oor was a mockery to the concierge. easels. and on the left the salon. Albert de Morcerf cultivated.. surmounted at intervals by vases fi lled with flowers. It was easy to discover that the delicate care of a mother. bass-viols. was. evidences of what we may call the intelligent egoism of a y outh who is charmed with the indolent. at least. looking into the court. had chosen this habitation for Albert. damasked. Lucca della Robbia faience. or woven by the fingers of the women of Calcutta or of Chanderna gor. 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.for music had been succeeded by painting. and a bedroom.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

" said Chateau-Renaud." "But you can sleep when you please. I slept. and therefore I did not choose to stop. and every one took his place. "My dear count. he has an o