The Count of Monte Cristo

The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas

Chapter 1 Marseilles -- The Arrival. On the 24th of February, 1810, the look-out at Notre-Dame de la Garde signalled the three-master, the Pharaon from Smyrna, Trieste, and Naples. As usual, a pilot put off immediately, and rounding the Chateau d'If, got on bo ard the vessel between Cape Morgion and Rion island. Immediately, and according to custom, the red with spectators; it is always an event port, especially when this ship, like the laden at the old Phocee docks, and belongs ramparts of Fort Saint-Jean were cove at Marseilles for a ship to come into Pharaon, has been built, rigged, and to an owner of the city.

The ship drew on and had safely passed the strait, which some volcanic shock ha s made between the Calasareigne and Jaros islands; had doubled Pomegue, and appr oached the harbor under topsails, jib, and spanker, but so slowly and sedately t hat the idlers, with that instinct which is the forerunner of evil, asked one an other what misfortune could have happened on board. However, those experienced i n navigation saw plainly that if any accident had occurred, it was not to the ve ssel herself, for she bore down with all the evidence of being skilfully handled , the anchor a-cockbill, the jib-boom guys already eased off, and standing by th e side of the pilot, who was steering the Pharaon towards the narrow entrance of the inner port, was a young man, who, with activity and vigilant eye, watched e very motion of the ship, and repeated each direction of the pilot. The vague disquietude which prevailed among the spectators had so much affected one of the crowd that he did not await the arrival of the vessel in harbor, but jumping into a small skiff, desired to be pulled alongside the Pharaon, which h e reached as she rounded into La Reserve basin. When the young man on board saw this person approach, he left his station by th e pilot, and, hat in hand, leaned over the ship's bulwarks. He was a fine, tall, slim young fellow of eighteen or twenty, with black eyes, and hair as dark as a raven's wing; and his whole appearance bespoke that calmne ss and resolution peculiar to men accustomed from their cradle to contend with d anger. "Ah, is it you, Dantes?" cried the man in the skiff. "What's the matter? and wh y have you such an air of sadness aboard?" "A great misfortune, M. Morrel," replied the young man, -- "a great misfortune,

for me especially! Off Civita Vecchia we lost our brave Captain Leclere." "And the cargo?" inquired the owner, eagerly. "Is all safe, M. Morrel; and I think you will be satisfied on that head. But po or Captain Leclere -- " "What happened to him?" asked the owner, with an air of considerable resignatio n. "What happened to the worthy captain?" "He died." "Fell into the sea?" "No, sir, he died of brain-fever in dreadful agony." Then turning to the crew, he said, "Bear a hand there, to take in sail!" All hands obeyed, and at once the eight or ten seamen who composed the crew, sp rang to their respective stations at the spanker brails and outhaul, topsail she ets and halyards, the jib downhaul, and the topsail clewlines and buntlines. The young sailor gave a look to see that his orders were promptly and accurately ob eyed, and then turned again to the owner. "And how did this misfortune occur?" inquired the latter, resuming the interrup ted conversation. "Alas, sir, in the most unexpected manner. After a long talk with the harbor-ma ster, Captain Leclere left Naples greatly disturbed in mind. In twenty-four hour s he was attacked by a fever, and died three days afterwards. We performed the u sual burial service, and he is at his rest, sewn up in his hammock with a thirty -six pound shot at his head and his heels, off El Giglio island. We bring to his widow his sword and cross of honor. It was worth while, truly," added the young man with a melancholy smile, "to make war against the English for ten years, an d to die in his bed at last, like everybody else." "Why, you see, Edmond," replied the owner, who appeared more comforted at every moment, "we are all mortal, and the old must make way for the young. If not, wh y, there would be no promotion; and since you assure me that the cargo -- " "Is all safe and sound, M. Morrel, take my word for it; and I advise you not to take 25,000 francs for the profits of the voyage." Then, as they were just passing the Round Tower, the young man shouted: "Stand by there to lower the topsails and jib; brail up the spanker!" The order was executed as promptly as it would have been on board a man-of-war. "Let go -- and clue up!" At this last command all the sails were lowered, and t he vessel moved almost imperceptibly onwards. "Now, if you will come on board, M. Morrel," said Dantes, observing the owner's impatience, "here is your supercargo, M. Danglars, coming out of his cabin, who will furnish you with every particular. As for me, I must look after the anchor ing, and dress the ship in mourning." The owner did not wait for a second invitation. He seized a rope which Dantes f lung to him, and with an activity that would have done credit to a sailor, climb ed up the side of the ship, while the young man, going to his task, left the con versation to Danglars, who now came towards the owner. He was a man of twenty-fi ve or twenty-six years of age, of unprepossessing countenance, obsequious to his

superiors, insolent to his subordinates; and this, in addition to his position as responsible agent on board, which is always obnoxious to the sailors, made hi m as much disliked by the crew as Edmond Dantes was beloved by them. "Well, M. Morrel," said Danglars, "you have heard of the misfortune that has be fallen us?" "Yes -- yes: poor Captain Leclere! He was a brave and an honest man." "And a first-rate seaman, one who had seen long and honorable service, as becam e a man charged with the interests of a house so important as that of Morrel & S on," replied Danglars. "But," replied the owner, glancing after Dantes, who was watching the anchoring of his vessel, "it seems to me that a sailor needs not be so old as you say, Da nglars, to understand his business, for our friend Edmond seems to understand it thoroughly, and not to require instruction from any one." "Yes," said Danglars, darting at Edmond a look gleaming with hate. "Yes, he is young, and youth is invariably self-confident. Scarcely was the captain's breath out of his body when he assumed the command without consulting any one, and he caused us to lose a day and a half at the Island of Elba, instead of making for Marseilles direct." "As to taking command of the vessel," replied Morrel, "that was his duty as cap tain's mate; as to losing a day and a half off the Island of Elba, he was wrong, unless the vessel needed repairs." "The vessel was in as good condition as I am, and as, I hope you are, M. Morrel , and this day and a half was lost from pure whim, for the pleasure of going ash ore, and nothing else." "Dantes," said the shipowner, turning towards the young man, "come this way!" "In a moment, sir," answered Dantes, "and I'm with you." Then calling to the cr ew, he said -- "Let go!" The anchor was instantly dropped, and the chain ran rattling through the port-h ole. Dantes continued at his post in spite of the presence of the pilot, until t his manoeuvre was completed, and then he added, "Half-mast the colors, and squar e the yards!" "You see," said Danglars, "he fancies himself captain already, upon my word." "And so, in fact, he is," said the owner. "Except your signature and your partner's, M. Morrel." "And why should he not have this?" asked the owner; "he is young, it is true, b ut he seems to me a thorough seaman, and of full experience." A cloud passed over Danglars' brow. "Your pardon, M. Morrel," said Dantes, appr oaching, "the vessel now rides at anchor, and I am at your service. You hailed m e, I think?" Danglars retreated a step or two. "I wished to inquire why you stopped at the I sland of Elba?" "I do not know, sir; it was to fulfil the last instructions of Captain Leclere, who, when dying, gave me a packet for Marshal Bertrand."

"Then did you see him, Edmond?" "Who?" "The marshal." "Yes." Morrel looked around him, and then, drawing Dantes on one side, he said suddenl y -- "And how is the emperor?" "Very well, as far as I could judge from the sight of him." "You saw the emperor, then?" "He entered the marshal's apartment while I was there." "And you spoke to him?" "Why, it was he who spoke to me, sir," said Dantes, with a smile. "And what did he say to you?" "Asked me questions about the vessel, the time she left Marseilles, the course she had taken, and what was her cargo. I believe, if she had not been laden, and I had been her master, he would have bought her. But I told him I was only mate , and that she belonged to the firm of Morrel & Son. `Ah, yes,' he said, `I know them. The Morrels have been shipowners from father to son; and there was a Morr el who served in the same regiment with me when I was in garrison at Valence.'" "Pardieu, and that is true!" cried the owner, greatly delighted. "And that was Policar Morrel, my uncle, who was afterwards a captain. Dantes, you must tell my uncle that the emperor remembered him, and you will see it will bring tears int o the old soldier's eyes. Come, come," continued he, patting Edmond's shoulder k indly, "you did very right, Dantes, to follow Captain Leclere's instructions, an d touch at Elba, although if it were known that you had conveyed a packet to the marshal, and had conversed with the emperor, it might bring you into trouble." "How could that bring me into trouble, sir?" asked Dantes; "for I did not even know of what I was the bearer; and the emperor merely made such inquiries as he would of the first comer. But, pardon me, here are the health officers and the c ustoms inspectors coming alongside." And the young man went to the gangway. As h e departed, Danglars approached, and said, -"Well, it appears that he has given you satisfactory reasons for his landing at Porto-Ferrajo?" "Yes, most satisfactory, my dear Danglars." "Well, so much the better," said the supercargo; "for it is not pleasant to thi nk that a comrade has not done his duty." "Dantes has done his," replied the owner, "and that is not saying much. It was Captain Leclere who gave orders for this delay." "Talking of Captain Leclere, has not Dantes given you a letter from him?" "To me? -- no -- was there one?"

"I believe that, besides the packet, Captain Leclere confided a letter to his c are." "Of what packet are you speaking, Danglars?" "Why, that which Dantes left at Porto-Ferrajo." "How do you know he had a packet to leave at Porto-Ferrajo?" Danglars turned very red. "I was passing close to the door of the captain's cabin, which was half open, a nd I saw him give the packet and letter to Dantes." "He did not speak to me of it," replied the shipowner; "but if there be any let ter he will give it to me." Danglars reflected for a moment. "Then, M. Morrel, I beg of you," said he, "not to say a word to Dantes on the subject. I may have been mistaken." At this moment the young man returned; Danglars withdrew. "Well, my dear Dantes, are you now free?" inquired the owner. "Yes, sir." "You have not been long detained." "No. I gave the custom-house officers a copy of our bill of lading; and as to t he other papers, they sent a man off with the pilot, to whom I gave them." "Then you have nothing more to do here?" "No -- everything is all right now." "Then you can come and dine with me?" "I really must ask you to excuse me, M. Morrel. My first visit is due to my fat her, though I am not the less grateful for the honor you have done me." "Right, Dantes, quite right. I always knew you were a good son." "And," inquired Dantes, with some hesitation, "do you know how my father is?" "Well, I believe, my dear Edmond, though I have not seen him lately." "Yes, he likes to keep himself shut up in his little room." "That proves, at least, that he has wanted for nothing during your absence." Dantes smiled. "My father is proud, sir, and if he had not a meal left, I doubt if he would have asked anything from anyone, except from Heaven." "Well, then, after this first visit has been made we shall count on you." "I must again excuse myself, M. Morrel, for after this first visit has been pai d I have another which I am most anxious to pay." "True, Dantes, I forgot that there was at the Catalans some one who expects you no less impatiently than your father -- the lovely Mercedes."

Dantes blushed. "Ah, ha," said the shipowner, "I am not in the least surprised, for she has bee n to me three times, inquiring if there were any news of the Pharaon. Peste, Edm ond, you have a very handsome mistress!" "She is not my mistress," replied the young sailor, gravely; "she is my betroth ed." "Sometimes one and the same thing," said Morrel, with a smile. "Not with us, sir," replied Dantes. "Well, well, my dear Edmond," continued the owner, "don't let me detain you. Yo u have managed my affairs so well that I ought to allow you all the time you req uire for your own. Do you want any money?" "No, sir; I have all my pay to take -- nearly three months' wages." "You are a careful fellow, Edmond." "Say I have a poor father, sir." "Yes, yes, I know how good a son you are, so now hasten away to see your father . I have a son too, and I should be very wroth with those who detained him from me after a three months' voyage." "Then I have your leave, sir?" "Yes, if you have nothing more to say to me." "Nothing." "Captain Leclere did not, before he died, give you a letter for me?" "He was unable to write, sir. But that reminds me that I must ask your leave of absence for some days." "To get married?" "Yes, first, and then to go to Paris." "Very good; have what time you require, Dantes. It will take quite six weeks to unload the cargo, and we cannot get you ready for sea until three months after that; only be back again in three months, for the Pharaon," added the owner, pat ting the young sailor on the back, "cannot sail without her captain." "Without her captain!" cried Dantes, his eyes sparkling with animation; "pray m ind what you say, for you are touching on the most secret wishes of my heart. Is it really your intention to make me captain of the Pharaon?" "If I were sole owner we'd shake hands on it now, my dear Dantes, and call it s ettled; but I have a partner, and you know the Italian proverb -- Chi ha compagn o ha padrone -- `He who has a partner has a master.' But the thing is at least h alf done, as you have one out of two votes. Rely on me to procure you the other; I will do my best." "Ah, M. Morrel," exclaimed the young seaman, with tears in his eyes, and graspi ng the owner's hand, "M. Morrel, I thank you in the name of my father and of Mer

cedes." "That's all right, Edmond. There's a providence that watches over the deserving . Go to your father: go and see Mercedes, and afterwards come to me." "Shall I row you ashore?" "No, thank you; I shall remain and look over the accounts with Danglars. Have y ou been satisfied with him this voyage?" "That is according to the sense you attach to the question, sir. Do you mean is he a good comrade? No, for I think he never liked me since the day when I was s illy enough, after a little quarrel we had, to propose to him to stop for ten mi nutes at the island of Monte Cristo to settle the dispute -- a proposition which I was wrong to suggest, and he quite right to refuse. If you mean as responsibl e agent when you ask me the question, I believe there is nothing to say against him, and that you will be content with the way in which he has performed his dut y." "But tell me, Dantes, if you had command of the Pharaon should you be glad to s ee Danglars remain?" "Captain or mate, M. Morrel, I shall always have the greatest respect for those who possess the owners' confidence." "That's right, that's right, Dantes! I see you are a thoroughly good fellow, an d will detain you no longer. Go, for I see how impatient you are." "Then I have leave?" "Go, I tell you." "May I have the use of your skiff?" "Certainly." "Then, for the present, M. Morrel, farewell, and a thousand thanks!" "I hope soon to see you again, my dear Edmond. Good luck to you." The young sailor jumped into the skiff, and sat down in the stern sheets, with the order that he be put ashore at La Canebiere. The two oarsmen bent to their w ork, and the little boat glided away as rapidly as possible in the midst of the thousand vessels which choke up the narrow way which leads between the two rows of ships from the mouth of the harbor to the Quai d'Orleans. The shipowner, smiling, followed him with his eyes until he saw him spring out on the quay and disappear in the midst of the throng, which from five o'clock in the morning until nine o'clock at night, swarms in the famous street of La Cane biere, -- a street of which the modern Phocaeans are so proud that they say with all the gravity in the world, and with that accent which gives so much characte r to what is said, "If Paris had La Canebiere, Paris would be a second Marseille s." On turning round the owner saw Danglars behind him, apparently awaiting orde rs, but in reality also watching the young sailor, -- but there was a great diff erence in the expression of the two men who thus followed the movements of Edmon d Dantes. Chapter 2 Father and Son.

We will leave Danglars struggling with the demon of hatred, and endeavoring to insinuate in the ear of the shipowner some evil suspicions against his comrade, and follow Dantes, who, after having traversed La Canebiere, took the Rue de Noa illes, and entering a small house, on the left of the Allees de Meillan, rapidly ascended four flights of a dark staircase, holding the baluster with one hand, while with the other he repressed the beatings of his heart, and paused before a half-open door, from which he could see the whole of a small room. This room was occupied by Dantes' father. The news of the arrival of the Pharao n had not yet reached the old man, who, mounted on a chair, was amusing himself by training with trembling hand the nasturtiums and sprays of clematis that clam bered over the trellis at his window. Suddenly, he felt an arm thrown around his body, and a well-known voice behind him exclaimed, "Father -- dear father!" The old man uttered a cry, and turned round; then, seeing his son, he fell into his arms, pale and trembling. "What ails you, my dearest father? Are you ill?" inquired the young man, much a larmed. "No, no, my dear Edmond -- my boy -- my son! -- no; but I did not expect you; a nd joy, the surprise of seeing you so suddenly -- Ah, I feel as if I were going to die." "Come, come, cheer up, my dear father! 'Tis I -- really I! They say joy never h urts, and so I came to you without any warning. Come now, do smile, instead of l ooking at me so solemnly. Here I am back again, and we are going to be happy." "Yes, yes, my boy, so we will -- so we will," replied the old man; "but how sha ll we be happy? Shall you never leave me again? Come, tell me all the good fortu ne that has befallen you." "God forgive me," said the young man, "for rejoicing at happiness derived from the misery of others, but, Heaven knows, I did not seek this good fortune; it ha s happened, and I really cannot pretend to lament it. The good Captain Leclere i s dead, father, and it is probable that, with the aid of M. Morrel, I shall have his place. Do you understand, father? Only imagine me a captain at twenty, with a hundred louis pay, and a share in the profits! Is this not more than a poor s ailor like me could have hoped for?" "Yes, my dear boy," replied the old man, "it is very fortunate." "Well, then, with the first money I touch, I mean you to have a small house, wi th a garden in which to plant clematis, nasturtiums, and honeysuckle. But what a ils you, father? Are you not well?" "'Tis nothing, nothing; it will soon pass away" -- and as he said so the old ma n's strength failed him, and he fell backwards. "Come, come," said the young man, "a glass of wine, father, will revive you. Wh ere do you keep your wine?" "No, no; thanks. You need not look for it; I do not want it," said the old man. "Yes, yes, father, tell me where it is," and he opened two or three cupboards. "It is no use," said the old man, "there is no wine." "What, no wine?" said Dantes, turning pale, and looking alternately at the holl

ow cheeks of the old man and the empty cupboards. "What, no wine? Have you wante d money, father?" "I want nothing now that I have you," said the old man. "Yet," stammered Dantes, wiping the perspiration from his brow, -- "yet I gave you two hundred francs when I left, three months ago." "Yes, yes, Edmond, that is true, but you forgot at that time a little debt to o ur neighbor, Caderousse. He reminded me of it, telling me if I did not pay for y ou, he would be paid by M. Morrel; and so, you see, lest he might do you an inju ry" -"Well?" "Why, I paid him." "But," cried Dantes, "it was a hundred and forty francs I owed Caderousse." "Yes," stammered the old man. "And you paid him out of the two hundred francs I left you?" The old man nodded. "So that you have lived for three months on sixty francs," muttered Edmond. "You know how little I require," said the old man. "Heaven pardon me," cried Edmond, falling on his knees before his father. "What are you doing?" "You have wounded me to the heart." "Never mind it, for I see you once more," said the old man; "and now it's all o ver -- everything is all right again." "Yes, here I am," said the young man, "with a promising future and a little mon ey. Here, father, here!" he said, "take this -- take it, and send for something immediately." And he emptied his pockets on the table, the contents consisting o f a dozen gold pieces, five or six five-franc pieces, and some smaller coin. The countenance of old Dantes brightened. "Whom does this belong to?" he inquired. "To me, to you, to us! Take it; buy some provisions; be happy, and to-morrow we shall have more." "Gently, gently," said the old man, with a smile; "and by your leave I will use your purse moderately, for they would say, if they saw me buy too many things a t a time, that I had been obliged to await your return, in order to be able to p urchase them." "Do as you please; but, first of all, pray have a servant, father. I will not h ave you left alone so long. I have some smuggled coffee and most capital tobacco , in a small chest in the hold, which you shall have to-morrow. But, hush, here comes somebody." "'Tis Caderousse, who has heard of your arrival, and no doubt comes to congratu

late you on your fortunate return." "Ah, lips that say one thing, while the heart thinks another," murmured Edmond. "But, never mind, he is a neighbor who has done us a service on a time, so he's welcome." As Edmond paused, the black and bearded head of Caderousse appeared at the door . He was a man of twenty-five or six, and held a piece of cloth, which, being a tailor, he was about to make into a coat-lining. "What, is it you, Edmond, back again?" said he, with a broad Marseillaise accen t, and a grin that displayed his ivory-white teeth. "Yes, as you see, neighbor Caderousse; and ready to be agreeable to you in any and every way," replied Dantes, but ill-concealing his coldness under this cloak of civility. "Thanks -- thanks; but, fortunately, I do not want for anything; and it chances that at times there are others who have need of me." Dantes made a gesture. "I do not allude to you, my boy. No! -- no! I lent you money, and you returned it; that's like good neighbors, and we are quits." "We are never quits with those who oblige us," was Dantes' reply; "for when we do not owe them money, we owe them gratitude." "What's the use of mentioning that? What is done is done. Let us talk of your h appy return, my boy. I had gone on the quay to match a piece of mulberry cloth, when I met friend Danglars. `You at Marseilles?' -- `Yes,' says he. "`I thought you were at Smyrna.' -- `I was; but am now back again.' "`And where is the dear boy, our little Edmond?' "`Why, with his father, no doubt,' replied Danglars. And so I came," added Cade rousse, "as fast as I could to have the pleasure of shaking hands with a friend. " "Worthy Caderousse!" said the old man, "he is so much attached to us." "Yes, to be sure I am. I love and esteem you, because honest folks are so rare. But it seems you have come back rich, my boy," continued the tailor, looking as kance at the handful of gold and silver which Dantes had thrown on the table. The young man remarked the greedy glance which shone in the dark eyes of his ne ighbor. "Eh," he said, negligently. "this money is not mine. I was expressing to my father my fears that he had wanted many things in my absence, and to convinc e me he emptied his purse on the table. Come, father" added Dantes, "put this mo ney back in your box -- unless neighbor Caderousse wants anything, and in that c ase it is at his service." "No, my boy, no," said Caderousse. "I am not in any want, thank God, my living is suited to my means. Keep your money -- keep it, I say; -- one never has too m uch; -- but, at the same time, my boy, I am as much obliged by your offer as if I took advantage of it." "It was offered with good will," said Dantes. "No doubt, my boy; no doubt. Well, you stand well with M. Morrel I hear, -- you insinuating dog, you!"

"M. Morrel has always been exceedingly kind to me," replied Dantes. "Then you were wrong to refuse to dine with him." "What, did you refuse to dine with him?" said old Dantes; "and did he invite yo u to dine?" "Yes, my dear father," replied Edmond, smiling at his father's astonishment at the excessive honor paid to his son. "And why did you refuse, my son?" inquired the old man. "That I might the sooner see you again, my dear father," replied the young man. "I was most anxious to see you." "But it must have vexed M. Morrel, good, worthy man," said Caderousse. "And whe n you are looking forward to be captain, it was wrong to annoy the owner." "But I explained to him the cause of my refusal," replied Dantes, "and I hope h e fully understood it." "Yes, but to be captain one must do a little flattery to one's patrons." "I hope to be captain without that," said Dantes. "So much the better -- so much the better! Nothing will give greater pleasure t o all your old friends; and I know one down there behind the Saint Nicolas citad el who will not be sorry to hear it." "Mercedes?" said the old man. "Yes, my dear father, and with your permission, now I have seen you, and know y ou are well and have all you require, I will ask your consent to go and pay a vi sit to the Catalans." "Go, my dear boy," said old Dantes: "and heaven bless you in your wife, as it h as blessed me in my son!" "His wife!" said Caderousse; "why, how fast you go on, father Dantes; she is no t his wife yet, as it seems to me." "So, but according to all probability she soon will be," replied Edmond. "Yes -- yes," said Caderousse; "but you were right to return as soon as possibl e, my boy." "And why?" "Because Mercedes is a very fine girl, and fine girls never lack followers; she particularly has them by dozens." "Really?" answered Edmond, with a smile which had in it traces of slight uneasi ness. "Ah, yes," continued Caderousse, "and capital offers, too; but you know, you wi ll be captain, and who could refuse you then?" "Meaning to say," replied Dantes, with a smile which but ill-concealed his trou ble, "that if I were not a captain" --

"Eh -- eh!" said Caderousse, shaking his head. "Come, come," said the sailor, "I have a better opinion than you of women in ge neral, and of Mercedes in particular; and I am certain that, captain or not, she will remain ever faithful to me." "So much the better -- so much the better," said Caderousse. "When one is going to be married, there is nothing like implicit confidence; but never mind that, my boy, -- go and announce your arrival, and let her know all your hopes and pro spects." "I will go directly," was Edmond's reply; and, embracing his father, and noddin g to Caderousse, he left the apartment. Caderousse lingered for a moment, then taking leave of old Dantes, he went down stairs to rejoin Danglars, who awaited him at the corner of the Rue Senac. "Well," said Danglars, "did you see him?" "I have just left him," answered Caderousse. "Did he allude to his hope of being captain?" "He spoke of it as a thing already decided." "Indeed!" said Danglars, "he is in too much hurry, it appears to me." "Why, it seems M. Morrel has promised him the thing." "So that he is quite elated about it?" "Why, yes, he is actually insolent over the matter -- has already offered me hi s patronage, as if he were a grand personage, and proffered me a loan of money, as though he were a banker." "Which you refused?" "Most assuredly; although I might easily have accepted it, for it was I who put into his hands the first silver he ever earned; but now M. Dantes has no longer any occasion for assistance -- he is about to become a captain." "Pooh!" said Danglars, "he is not one yet." "Ma foi, it will be as well if he is not," answered Caderousse; "for if he shou ld be, there will be really no speaking to him." "If we choose," replied Danglars, "he will remain what he is; and perhaps becom e even less than he is." "What do you mean?" "Nothing -- I was speaking to myself. And is he still in love with the Catalane ?" "Over head and ears; but, unless I am much mistaken, there will be a storm in t hat quarter." "Explain yourself." "Why should I?"

"It is more important than you think, perhaps. You do not like Dantes?" "I never like upstarts." "Then tell me all you know about the Catalane." "I know nothing for certain; only I have seen things which induce me to believe , as I told you, that the future captain will find some annoyance in the vicinit y of the Vieilles Infirmeries." "What have you seen? -- come, tell me!" "Well, every time I have seen Mercedes come into the city she has been accompan ied by a tall, strapping, black-eyed Catalan, with a red complexion, brown skin, and fierce air, whom she calls cousin." "Really; and you think this cousin pays her attentions?" "I only suppose so. What else can a strapping chap of twenty-one mean with a fi ne wench of seventeen?" "And you say that Dantes has gone to the Catalans?" "He went before I came down." "Let us go the same way; we will stop at La Reserve, and we can drink a glass o f La Malgue, whilst we wait for news." "Come along," said Caderousse; "but you pay the score." "Of course," replied Danglars; and going quickly to the designated place, they called for a bottle of wine, and two glasses. Pere Pamphile had seen Dantes pass not ten minutes before; and assured that he was at the Catalans, they sat down under the budding foliage of the planes and s ycamores, in the branches of which the birds were singing their welcome to one o f the first days of spring. Chapter 3 The Catalans. Beyond a bare, weather-worn wall, about a hundred paces from the spot where the two friends sat looking and listening as they drank their wine, was the village of the Catalans. Long ago this mysterious colony quitted Spain, and settled on the tongue of land on which it is to this day. Whence it came no one knew, and i t spoke an unknown tongue. One of its chiefs, who understood Provencal, begged t he commune of Marseilles to give them this bare and barren promontory, where, li ke the sailors of old, they had run their boats ashore. The request was granted; and three months afterwards, around the twelve or fifteen small vessels which h ad brought these gypsies of the sea, a small village sprang up. This village, co nstructed in a singular and picturesque manner, half Moorish, half Spanish, stil l remains, and is inhabited by descendants of the first comers, who speak the la nguage of their fathers. For three or four centuries they have remained upon thi s small promontory, on which they had settled like a flight of seabirds, without mixing with the Marseillaise population, intermarrying, and preserving their or iginal customs and the costume of their mother-country as they have preserved it s language.

Our readers will follow us along the only street of this little village, and en ter with us one of the houses, which is sunburned to the beautiful dead-leaf col or peculiar to the buildings of the country, and within coated with whitewash, l ike a Spanish posada. A young and beautiful girl, with hair as black as jet, her eyes as velvety as the gazelle's, was leaning with her back against the wainsco t, rubbing in her slender delicately moulded fingers a bunch of heath blossoms, the flowers of which she was picking off and strewing on the floor; her arms, ba re to the elbow, brown, and modelled after those of the Arlesian Venus, moved wi th a kind of restless impatience, and she tapped the earth with her arched and s upple foot, so as to display the pure and full shape of her well-turned leg, in its red cotton, gray and blue clocked, stocking. At three paces from her, seated in a chair which he balanced on two legs, leaning his elbow on an old worm-eate n table, was a tall young man of twenty, or two-and-twenty, who was looking at h er with an air in which vexation and uneasiness were mingled. He questioned her with his eyes, but the firm and steady gaze of the young girl controlled his loo k. "You see, Mercedes," said the young man, "here is Easter come round again; tell me, is this the moment for a wedding?" "I have answered you a hundred times, Fernand, and really you must be very stup id to ask me again." "Well, repeat it, -- repeat it, I beg of you, that I may at last believe it! Te ll me for the hundredth time that you refuse my love, which had your mother's sa nction. Make me understand once for all that you are trifling with my happiness, that my life or death are nothing to you. Ah, to have dreamed for ten years of being your husband, Mercedes, and to lose that hope, which was the only stay of my existence!" "At least it was not Mercedes; "you cannot d to you, `I love you fection, for my heart I who ever encouraged you in that hope, Fernand," replied reproach me with the slightest coquetry. I have always sai as a brother; but do not ask from me more than sisterly af is another's.' Is not this true, Fernand?"

"Yes, that is very true, Mercedes," replied the young man, "Yes, you have been cruelly frank with me; but do you forget that it is among the Catalans a sacred law to intermarry?" "You mistake, Fernand; it is not a law, but merely a custom, and, I pray of you , do not cite this custom in your favor. You are included in the conscription, F ernand, and are only at liberty on sufferance, liable at any moment to be called upon to take up arms. Once a soldier, what would you do with me, a poor orphan, forlorn, without fortune, with nothing but a half-ruined hut and a few ragged n ets, the miserable inheritance left by my father to my mother, and by my mother to me? She has been dead a year, and you know, Fernand, I have subsisted almost entirely on public charity. Sometimes you pretend I am useful to you, and that i s an excuse to share with me the produce of your fishing, and I accept it, Ferna nd, because you are the son of my father's brother, because we were brought up t ogether, and still more because it would give you so much pain if I refuse. But I feel very deeply that this fish which I go and sell, and with the produce of w hich I buy the flax I spin, -- I feel very keenly, Fernand, that this is charity ." "And if it were, Mercedes, poor and lone as you are, you suit me as well as the daughter of the first shipowner or the richest banker of Marseilles! What do su ch as we desire but a good wife and careful housekeeper, and where can I look fo r these better than in you?" "Fernand," answered Mercedes, shaking her head, "a woman becomes a bad manager,

and who shall say she will remain an honest woman, when she loves another man b etter than her husband? Rest content with my friendship, for I say once more tha t is all I can promise, and I will promise no more than I can bestow." "I understand," replied Fernand, "you can endure your own wretchedness patientl y, but you are afraid to share mine. Well, Mercedes, beloved by you, I would tem pt fortune; you would bring me good luck, and I should become rich. I could exte nd my occupation as a fisherman, might get a place as clerk in a warehouse, and become in time a dealer myself." "You could do no such thing, Fernand; you are a soldier, and if you remain at t he Catalans it is because there is no war; so remain a fisherman, and contented with my friendship, as I cannot give you more." "Well, I will do better, Mercedes. I will be a sailor; instead of the costume o f our fathers, which you despise, I will wear a varnished hat, a striped shirt, and a blue jacket, with an anchor on the buttons. Would not that dress please yo u?" "What do you mean?" asked Mercedes, with an angry glance, -- "what do you mean? I do not understand you?" "I mean, Mercedes, that you are thus harsh and cruel with me, because you are e xpecting some one who is thus attired; but perhaps he whom you await is inconsta nt, or if he is not, the sea is so to him." "Fernand," cried Mercedes, "I believed you were good-hearted, and I was mistake n! Fernand, you are wicked to call to your aid jealousy and the anger of God! Ye s, I will not deny it, I do await, and I do love him of whom you speak; and, if he does not return, instead of accusing him of the inconstancy which you insinua te, I will tell you that he died loving me and me only." The young girl made a g esture of rage. "I understand you, Fernand; you would be revenged on him because I do not love you; you would cross your Catalan knife with his dirk. What end w ould that answer? To lose you my friendship if he were conquered, and see that f riendship changed into hate if you were victor. Believe me, to seek a quarrel wi th a man is a bad method of pleasing the woman who loves that man. No, Fernand, you will not thus give way to evil thoughts. Unable to have me for your wife, yo u will content yourself with having me for your friend and sister; and besides," she added, her eyes troubled and moistened with tears, "wait, wait, Fernand; yo u said just now that the sea was treacherous, and he has been gone four months, and during these four months there have been some terrible storms." Fernand made no reply, nor did he attempt to check the tears which flowed down the cheeks of Mercedes, although for each of these tears he would have shed his heart's blood; but these tears flowed for another. He arose, paced a while up an d down the hut, and then, suddenly stopping before Mercedes, with his eyes glowi ng and his hands clinched, -- "Say, Mercedes," he said, "once for all, is this y our final determination?" "I love Edmond Dantes," the young girl calmly replied, "and none but Edmond sha ll ever be my husband." "And you will always love him?" "As long as I live." Fernand let fall his head like a defeated man, heaved a sigh that was like a gr oan, and then suddenly looking her full in the face, with clinched teeth and exp anded nostrils, said, -- "But if he is dead" --

"If he is dead, I shall die too." "If he has forgotten you" -"Mercedes!" called a joyous voice from without, -- "Mercedes!" "Ah," exclaimed the young girl, blushing with delight, and fairly leaping in ex cess of love, "you see he has not forgotten me, for here he is!" And rushing tow ards the door, she opened it, saying, "Here, Edmond, here I am!" Fernand, pale and trembling, drew back, like a traveller at the sight of a serp ent, and fell into a chair beside him. Edmond and Mercedes were clasped in each other's arms. The burning Marseilles sun, which shot into the room through the o pen door, covered them with a flood of light. At first they saw nothing around t hem. Their intense happiness isolated them from all the rest of the world, and t hey only spoke in broken words, which are the tokens of a joy so extreme that th ey seem rather the expression of sorrow. Suddenly Edmond saw the gloomy, pale, a nd threatening countenance of Fernand, as it was defined in the shadow. By a mov ement for which he could scarcely account to himself, the young Catalan placed h is hand on the knife at his belt. "Ah, your pardon," said Dantes, frowning in his turn; "I did not perceive that there were three of us." Then, turning to Mercedes, he inquired, "Who is this ge ntleman?" "One who will be your best friend, Dantes, for he is my friend, my cousin, my b rother; it is Fernand -- the man whom, after you, Edmond, I love the best in the world. Do you not remember him?" "Yes!" said Dantes, and without relinquishing Mercedes hand clasped in one of h is own, he extended the other to the Catalan with a cordial air. But Fernand, in stead of responding to this amiable gesture, remained mute and trembling. Edmond then cast his eyes scrutinizingly at the agitated and embarrassed Mercedes, and then again on the gloomy and menacing Fernand. This look told him all, and his anger waxed hot. "I did not know, when I came with such haste to you, that I was to meet an enem y here." "An enemy!" cried Mercedes, with an angry look at her cousin. "An enemy in my h ouse, do you say, Edmond! If I believed that, I would place my arm under yours a nd go with you to Marseilles, leaving the house to return to it no more." Fernand's eye darted lightning. "And should any misfortune occur to you, dear E dmond," she continued with the same calmness which proved to Fernand that the yo ung girl had read the very innermost depths of his sinister thought, "if misfort une should occur to you, I would ascend the highest point of the Cape de Morgion and cast myself headlong from it." Fernand became deadly pale. "But you are deceived, Edmond," she continued. "You have no enemy here -- there is no one but Fernand, my brother, who will grasp y our hand as a devoted friend." And at these words the young girl fixed her imperious look on the Catalan, who, as if fascinated by it, came slowly towards Edmond, and offered him his hand. H is hatred, like a powerless though furious wave, was broken against the strong a scendancy which Mercedes exercised over him. Scarcely, however, had he touched E dmond's hand than he felt he had done all he could do, and rushed hastily out of the house.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

then." "And in half an hour. within half an hour. Maximilian. "You have no money coming in on which you can rely?" "None. "our name is dishonor ed!" "Blood washes out dishonor. str ong mind. looking fixedly at his son. All he possessed was 15. I understand you. Maximilian smiled." answered Morrel. Maximilian." replied Morrel. I only ask you to examine my position as if it were your own. my father. but Maximilian caught him in his arms. and I will explain to you.thanks!" Morrel caught his hand. "I know." he exclaimed. "Father. but suddenly he recoiled." said Maximilian in a gloomy voice. crossing the anteroom." said Morrel." "You have exhausted every resource?" "All.d. "Father. I do so bid you. while Maximilian followed him . "I have. Morrel had retur ned to his bed-chamber. you are no ordinary man. In this ledger was made out an exact balance-sheet of his affair's. went to his desk on which he placed the pistols. father." replied Morrel. and placed his right hand on Morrel's breast. "die in peace. "you are a man." Then extending his hand towards one of the pistols. and threw his arms round his father's neck. my father." exclaimed the young man. "do you reflect that you are bidding me to live?" "Yes. "what are you go ing to do with that brace of pistols under your coat?" "Oh. to meet this disastrous result?" asked the young m an." said Morrel. "it is your duty. then an expression of sublime resignation appeared in his eyes. "You kn ow it is not my fault. "Read!" said Morrel. and those two noble hearts were pressed against each other for a moment. "Be it so. turning pale as death. "what are these we apons for?" "Maximilian. father. of whose arrival he was ignorant. which he was only this moment quitting. Maximilian sprang down the staircase. trembling as he went. father. I will live. and with a slow and sad gesture he took off his two epaul ets. "There is one for you and one for me -. "Father. M. Morrel uttered a cry of surprise at the sight of his son. in heaven's name. "Your mother -. He r emained motionless on the spot. The young man was overwhelmed as he read. and closed it behind his son. pressing with his left hand something he had con cealed under his coat. "You are right. and the n judge for yourself. you are . Come. and saw his father. I make no requests or commands. extending h is hand to Morrel. father. th en. after a moment's pause. Instead of going direct to his study." he said. Morrel had to pay. You have a calm." he said." Morrel was about to c ast himself on his knees before his son. and a man of honor. and pointed with his finger to an open ledger. he said." And with a firm step Morrel went up to his study. this is what I feared!" said Morrel. the insignia of his rank. Morrel opened the door. 287.257 francs.your sister! Who will support them?" A shudder ran through the young man's frame. Morrel said not a word. What could he say? What need he add to such a desperate proof in figures? "And have you done all that is possible." The young man reflected for a moment.500 f rancs.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Into the se pavilions he admitted the elect. Are you a man of imagination -. and in an hour you will be a king. but it was a dream so soft. and s wallowed it slowly with his eyes half shut and his head bent backwards. so en thralling." "That is it precisely.'" "Do you know. and th e boundaries of possibility disappear. says Marco Polo. w hat may you term this composition. the man to whom there should be built a palace. and do you seek after the greatnesses of the earth? taste this." cried Sinbad. the celebrated mak er. inscribed with these words. free in mind. but king of the wo rld. ever-ripe fruit." cried Franz. believing that the death they underwent w as but a quick transition to that life of delights of which the holy herb. without regarding it. now b efore you had given them a slight foretaste. or England.by name at least. Are you a man for the substantia ls. and ever-lovely virgins. but do not confine yourself to on . but when he had fin ished. I really cannot. not a king of a petty kingdom hi dden in some corner of Europe like France." "Judge for yourself. and is it not an easy thing. "we freque ntly pass so near to happiness without seeing. yet without recognizing it. into the boundless realms of unfettere d revery. and is gold your god? taste this. who attempted to assassinate Philip Augustus?" "Of course I have. no doubt. took a teaspoonful of the magic sweetmeat. for which. raised it to his lips. then. in passing through mortal hands has lost its heavenly appellation and assumed a human name. king of creation. "this ambrosia. Signor Aladdin -.the purest and most una dulterated hashish of Alexandria. without bowing at the feet of Satan . 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. you will be king and master of all the kingdoms of the earth."What. can you?" "No. Are you ambitious. gave them to eat a certain herb." "Then. he inquired." he replied. Franz di d not disturb him whilst he absorbed his favorite sweetmeat.the hashish of Abou-Gor. so voluptuous. In this valley were magnificent garden s planted by Hassen-ben-Sabah. thus it is that our material origin is revealed. struck down the designated vic tim. died in torture without a murmur. Signor Aladdin. "of the Old Man of the Mountain. a nd obedient to his orders as to those of a deity. the only man. or if we do see and regard it. in vulgar phrase." "But. that they sold themselves body and soul to him who gave it to them. -. What these happy persons to ok for reality was but a dream. since it is only to do thus? l ook!" At these words he uncovered the small cup which contained the substance so lauded. then. in the midst of ever-bloomi ng shrubs." "Well. Guzerat. king of the universe. the fields of infinite space open to you." "Well.judge. it is hashish -. `A grateful world to the dealer in happiness. to tell the truth.in that small vase. which transported them to Paradise. "I have a very great inclination to judge for myself of the truth or exaggeration of your eulogies. you advance free in heart." said Franz. -.a poet? taste this. "it is hashish! I know that -. Spain. you know he reigned over a rich valley which was overhung by the mountai n whence he derived his picturesque name. is this precious stuff?" "Did you ever hear. and the mines of Peru. and there. I do not feel a ny particular desire?" "Ah." replied Franz. and Golcon da are opened to you. and in these gardens isolated pavilions.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

and thought not of changing even for t he splendid appearance of Albert de Morcerf. at least to their lovers. if not to their husbands. 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. according to the characteristic mo desty of a Frenchman. to think that Al bert de Morcerf. Stil l. moreover. and had shared a lower box at the Opera.000 livres. and deign to mingle in the follies of this time of liberty and relaxation. and an introductio n might ensue that would procure him the offer of a seat in a carriage. and merely have his labor for his pains. he might not in truth attract the notice of some fair Roman.The opera of "Parisina" was announced for representation. as elsewhere. Moriani. and the absence of balconies. poor Albert! none of those interesting adventures fell in his way . and his self-love immensely piqued. Albert de Mo rcerf commanded an income of 50. besides being an elegant. The young men. and all he gained was the painful c onviction that the ladies of Italy have this advantage over those of France. And the thing was so much the more annoying. Albert. With this design he had engaged a box in the most conspicuous part of the theatre. but. however. but in the present day it is not necessary to go as far back as Noah in tracing a descent. tha t they are faithful even in their infidelity. Yet he could not restrain a hope t hat in Italy. well-looking young man. Rome is the spot where even the wisest and gravest throw off the usual rigidity of their lives. Albert had never been able to endure the Ital ian theatres. for this reason. the lovely Genoese. The box taken by Albert was in the first circle. there might be an exception to the general rule. therefore. whether dated from 1399 or merely 1815. Another motive had influenced A lbert's selection of his seat. and is. therefore Albert had not an instant to lose in setting forth the programme of his hopes. was also possessed of con siderable talent and ability. all these defects pressed hard on a man who had had his stall at the Bouffes. Alb ert. with their orchestras from which it is impossible to see. but to crown all these advantages. and claims t o notice. expectations. 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.who knew but that. Florentines. thus advantageously placed." supported by three of the most renowned vocalists of Italy. he was a viscount -.a recently created one. The Carnival was to commence on the morrow. and Neapolitans were all faithful. hoped to indem nify himself for all these slights and indifferences during the Carnival. or a pla ce in a princely balcony. alas. Albert had quitted Paris with the full conviction that he had only to show himself in Italy to carry all before him. -. knowin g full well that among the different states and kingdoms in which this festivity is celebrated. or open boxes. in spite of this. a more than sufficient sum to render him a personage of considerable importance in Paris. Alas. Albert displayed his most dazzling and effective costumes e ach time he visited the theatres. and one of the most worthy representatives of Parisian fashion had to ca rry with him the mortifying reflection that he had nearly overrun Italy without meeting with a single adventure. and exerted himself to set off his personal attractions by the aid of the most rich and elaborate toilet. the most admired and most sought after of any young person of h is day. and the principal act ors were Coselli. although each of the three tiers of boxes is deemed equally aristocratic . and that upon his ret urn he should astonish the Parisian world with the recital of his numerous loveaffairs. but intern ally he was deeply wounded. should thus be passed over. his elegant toilet was wholly throw n away." and although the box engaged for the two friends was sufficiently capacious to contain at le ast a dozen persons. as. and a genealogical tree is equally estimated. it had cost less than would be paid at some of the French t heatres for one admitting merely four occupants. Sometimes Albert would affect to make a joke of his want of success. certainly. generally styled the "nobility's boxes. and La Specchia. from which he might behold the gayeties of the Carniva l? These united considerations made Albert more lively and anxious to please tha .

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

" said Chateau-Renaud. he is a man about my own size.about 24. as the Mortemarts did the Dead Sea." "Armed to the teeth?" "He had not even a knitting-needle. a Perseus freeing Andromeda. I was informed that I was prisoner until I paid the sum of 4. would have scrupulously kep t his word. "for I caught one. I was at the end of my journey and of my credit. called the Catacombs of Saint Sebastian. The brigands had carried me off. he is a second Ariosto. fabulous as it may seem." "And I say to you. "A man whose name is Franz d'Epinay or Albert de Morcerf has not much difficulty in pr ocuring them. he arrived accompanied simply by the guest I am going to present to you." "No." said Debray." "There is no Count of Monte Cristo" said Debray. his name is the Count of Monte Cristo.500." "And they apologized to him for having carried you off?" said Beauchamp. we are sufficiently well-bred to excuse you. this gentleman is a Hercules killing Cacus. with the air of a man who knows the whole of the European nobility perfectly. "Just so. like Madame de Maintenon. fabulous a s it promises to be. and that." replied Morcerf. Say so at once." said Chateau-Renaud. for I found th em ugly enough to frighten me.and were he here he would confirm every word ." "And I did more than that." "But Franz did come with the four thousand crowns." "But he paid your ransom?" "He said two words to the chief and I was free.I wrote then to Franz that if he did not come with the four thousand crowns be fore six." "Come." "Why. "I do not think so.000 f rancs. and to listen to your history. I wrote to Franz -. my dear Albert. and most hideous." "No. "confess that your cook is behindhand. or rather most admirable ones. and conducted me to a gloomy spot. "I narrowly escaped catching a fever there." "No. and Signor Luigi Vam pa. I tell it as a true one from beginn ing to end. and one of his ancestors possessed Calva ry. "Does any one know anything of a Count of Monte Cristo?" "He comes possibly from the Holy Land."Yes there are. 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." added Chateau-Renaud. you are going to replace the dish by a story. I had not above 1.000 Roman crowns -. such was the name of the chief of these bandits." "I know it." "Ah." . Unfortunately. tha t the oysters have not arrived from Ostend or Marennes.

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

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

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