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The Count of Monte Cristo

by Alexandre Dumas [Pere]

Chapter 1
Marseilles -- The Arrival.

On the 24th of February1810the look-out at Notre-Dame de
la Garde signalled the three-masterthe Pharaon from
SmyrnaTriesteand Naples.

As usuala pilot put off immediatelyand rounding the
Chateau d'Ifgot on board the vessel between Cape Morgion
and Rion island.

Immediatelyand according to customthe ramparts of Fort
Saint-Jean were covered with spectators; it is always an
event at Marseilles for a ship to come into portespecially
when this shiplike the Pharaonhas been builtrigged
and laden at the old Phocee docksand belongs to an owner
of the city.

The ship drew on and had safely passed the straitwhich
some volcanic shock has made between the Calasareigne and
Jaros islands; had doubled Pomegueand approached the
harbor under topsailsjiband spankerbut so slowly and
sedately that the idlerswith that instinct which is the
forerunner of evilasked one another what misfortune could
have happened on board. Howeverthose experienced in
navigation saw plainly that if any accident had occurredit
was not to the vessel herselffor she bore down with all
the evidence of being skilfully handledthe anchor
a-cockbillthe jib-boom guys already eased offand
standing by the side of the pilotwho was steering the
Pharaon towards the narrow entrance of the inner portwas a
young manwhowith activity and vigilant eyewatched
every motion of the shipand repeated each direction of the

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 harborbut jumping into a
small skiffdesired to be pulled alongside the Pharaon
which he reached as she rounded into La Reserve basin.

When the young man on board saw this person approachhe
left his station by the pilotandhat in handleaned over
the ship's bulwarks.

He was a finetallslim young fellow of eighteen or
twentywith black eyesand hair as dark as a raven's wing;
and his whole appearance bespoke that calmness and
resolution peculiar to men accustomed from their cradle to
contend with danger.

Ah, is it you, Dantes?cried the man in the skiff. "What's
the matter? and why have you such an air of sadness aboard?"

A great misfortune, M. Morrel,replied the young man-"
a great misfortunefor me especially! Off Civita Vecchia
we lost our brave Captain Leclere."

And the cargo?inquired the ownereagerly.

Is all safe, M. Morrel; and I think you will be satisfied
on that head. But poor Captain Leclere --

What happened to him?asked the ownerwith an air of
considerable resignation. "What happened to the worthy

He died.

Fell into the sea?

No, sir, he died of brain-fever in dreadful agony.Then
turning to the crewhe saidBear a hand there, to take in

All hands obeyedand at once the eight or ten seamen who
composed the crewsprang to their respective stations at
the spanker brails and outhaultopsail sheets and halyards
the jib downhauland the topsail clewlines and buntlines.
The young sailor gave a look to see that his orders were
promptly and accurately obeyedand then turned again to the

And how did this misfortune occur?inquired the latter
resuming the interrupted conversation.

Alas, sir, in the most unexpected manner. After a long talk
with the harbor-master, Captain Leclere left Naples greatly
disturbed in mind. In twenty-four hours he was attacked by a
fever, and died three days afterwards. We performed the
usual burial service, and he is at his rest, sewn up in his
hammock with a thirty-six pound shot at his head and his
heels, off El Giglio island. We bring to his widow his sword
and cross of honor. It was worth while, truly,added the
young man with a melancholy smileto make war against the
English for ten years, and to die in his bed at last, like
everybody else.

Why, you see, Edmond,replied the ownerwho appeared more
comforted at every momentwe are all mortal, and the old
must make way for the young. If not, why, there would be no
promotion; and since you assure me that the cargo --

Is all safe and sound, M. Morrel, take my word for it; and
I advise you not to take 25,000 francs for the profits of
the voyage.

Thenas they were just passing the Round Towerthe 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 loweredand the vessel moved almost imperceptibly

Now, if you will come on board, M. Morrel,said Dantes
observing the owner's impatiencehere is your supercargo,

M. Danglars, coming out of his cabin, who will furnish you
with every particular. As for me, I must look after the
anchoring, and dress the ship in mourning.
The owner did not wait for a second invitation. He seized a
rope which Dantes flung to himand with an activity that
would have done credit to a sailorclimbed up the side of
the shipwhile the young mangoing to his taskleft the
conversation to Danglarswho now came towards the owner. He
was a man of twenty-five or twenty-six years of ageof
unprepossessing countenanceobsequious to his superiors
insolent to his subordinates; and thisin addition to his
position as responsible agent on boardwhich is always
obnoxious to the sailorsmade him as much disliked by the
crew as Edmond Dantes was beloved by them.

Well, M. Morrel,said Danglarsyou have heard of the
misfortune that has befallen us?

Yes -- yes: poor Captain Leclere! He was a brave and an
honest man.

And a first-rate seaman, one who had seen long and
honorable service, as became a man charged with the
interests of a house so important as that of Morrel & Son,
replied Danglars.

But,replied the ownerglancing after Danteswho was
watching the anchoring of his vesselit seems to me that a
sailor needs not be so old as you say, Danglars, to
understand his business, for our friend Edmond seems to
understand it thoroughly, and not to require instruction
from any one.

Yes,said Danglarsdarting at Edmond a look gleaming with
hate. "Yeshe is youngand 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
Elbainstead of making for Marseilles direct."

As to taking command of the vessel,replied Morrelthat
was his duty as captain's mate; as to losing a day and a
half off the Island of Elba, he was wrong, unless the vessel
needed repairs.

The vessel was in as good condition as I am, and as, I hope
you are, M. Morrel, and this day and a half was lost from
pure whim, for the pleasure of going ashore, and nothing

Dantes,said the shipownerturning towards the young man
come this way!

In a moment, sir,answered Dantesand I'm with you.
Then calling to the crewhe said -- "Let go!"

The anchor was instantly droppedand the chain ran rattling
through the port-hole. Dantes continued at his post in spite
of the presence of the pilotuntil this manoeuvre was
completedand then he addedHalf-mast the colors, and

square the yards!

You see,said Danglarshe 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
youngit is truebut he seems to me a thorough seamanand
of full experience."

A cloud passed over Danglars' brow. "Your pardonM.
Morrel said Dantes, approaching, the vessel now rides at
anchorand I am at your service. You hailed meI think?"

Danglars retreated a step or two. "I wished to inquire why
you stopped at the Island of Elba?"

I do not know, sir; it was to fulfil the last instructions
of Captain Leclere, who, when dying, gave me a packet for
Marshal Bertrand.

Then did you see him, Edmond?


The marshal.


Morrel looked around himand thendrawing Dantes on one
sidehe said suddenly -- "And how is the emperor?"

Very well, as far as I could judge from the sight of him.

You saw the emperor, then?

He entered the marshal's apartment while I was there.

And you spoke to him?

Why, it was he who spoke to me, sir,said Danteswith a

And what did he say to you?

Asked me questions about the vessel, the time she left
Marseilles, the course she had taken, and what was her
cargo. I believe, if she had not been laden, and I had been
her master, he would have bought her. But I told him I was
only mate, and that she belonged to the firm of Morrel &
Son. `Ah, yes,' he said, `I know them. The Morrels have been
shipowners from father to son; and there was a Morrel who
served in the same regiment with me when I was in garrison
at Valence.'

Pardieu, and that is true!cried the ownergreatly
delighted. "And that was Policar Morrelmy unclewho was
afterwards a captain. Dantesyou must tell my uncle that
the emperor remembered himand you will see it will bring
tears into the old soldier's eyes. Comecome continued
he, patting Edmond's shoulder kindly, you did very right

Dantesto follow Captain Leclere's instructionsand touch
at Elbaalthough if it were known that you had conveyed a
packet to the marshaland 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
customs inspectors coming alongside.And the young man went
to the gangway. As he departedDanglars approachedand

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 think that a comrade has not done his duty."

Dantes has done his,replied the ownerand that is not
saying much. It was Captain Leclere who gave orders for this

Talking of Captain Leclere, has not Dantes given you a
letter from him?

To me? -- no -- was there one?

I believe that, besides the packet, Captain Leclere
confided a letter to his care.

Of what packet are you speaking, Danglars?

Why, that which Dantes left at Porto-Ferrajo.

How do you know he had a packet to leave at Porto-Ferrajo?

Danglars turned very red.

I was passing close to the door of the captain's cabin,
which was half open, and I saw him give the packet and
letter to Dantes.

He did not speak to me of it,replied the shipowner; "but
if there be any letter he will give it to me."

Danglars reflected for a moment. "ThenM. MorrelI 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

Yes, sir.

You have not been long detained.

No. I gave the custom-house officers a copy of our bill of
lading; and as to the other papers, they sent a man off with
the pilot, to whom I gave them.

Then you have nothing more to do here?

No -- everything is all right now.

Then you can come and dine with me?

I really must ask you to excuse me, M. Morrel. My first
visit is due to my father, though I am not the less grateful
for the honor you have done me.

Right, Dantes, quite right. I always knew you were a good

And,inquired Danteswith some hesitationdo you know
how my father is?

Well, I believe, my dear Edmond, though I have not seen him

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 proudsirand if he had not a
meal leftI doubt if he would have asked anything from
anyoneexcept from Heaven."

Well, then, after this first visit has been made we shall
count on you.

I must again excuse myself, M. Morrel, for after this first
visit has been paid I have another which I am most anxious
to pay.

True, Dantes, I forgot that there was at the Catalans some
one who expects you no less impatiently than your father -the
lovely Mercedes.

Dantes blushed.

Ah, ha,said the shipownerI am not in the least
surprised, for she has been to me three times, inquiring if
there were any news of the Pharaon. Peste, Edmond, you have
a very handsome mistress!

She is not my mistress,replied the young sailorgravely;
she is my betrothed.

Sometimes one and the same thing,said Morrelwith a

Not with us, sir,replied Dantes.

Well, well, my dear Edmond,continued the ownerdon't
let me detain you. You have managed my affairs so well that
I ought to allow you all the time you require for your own.
Do you want any money?

No, sir; I have all my pay to take -- nearly three months'

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.


Captain Leclere did not, before he died, give you a letter
for me?

He was unable to write, sir. But that reminds me that I
must ask your leave of absence for some days.

To get married?

Yes, first, and then to go to Paris.

Very good; have what time you require, Dantes. It will take
quite six weeks to unload the cargo, and we cannot get you
ready for sea until three months after that; only be back
again in three months, for the Pharaon,added the owner
patting the young sailor on the backcannot sail without
her captain.

Without her captain!cried Danteshis eyes sparkling with
animation; "pray mind what you sayfor you are touching on
the most secret wishes of my heart. Is it really your
intention to make me captain of the Pharaon?"

If I were sole owner we'd shake hands on it now, my dear
Dantes, and call it settled; but I have a partner, and you
know the Italian proverb -- Chi ha compagno ha padrone -`
He who has a partner has a master.' But the thing is at
least half done, as you have one out of two votes. Rely on
me to procure you the other; I will do my best.

Ah, M. Morrel,exclaimed the young seamanwith tears in
his eyesand grasping the owner's handM. Morrel, I thank
you in the name of my father and of Mercedes.

That's all right, Edmond. There's a providence that watches
over the deserving. Go to your father: go and see Mercedes,
and afterwards come to me.

Shall I row you ashore?

No, thank you; I shall remain and look over the accounts
with Danglars. Have you been satisfied with him this

That is according to the sense you attach to the question,
sir. Do you mean is he a good comrade? No, for I think he
never liked me since the day when I was silly enough, after
a little quarrel we had, to propose to him to stop for ten
minutes at the island of Monte Cristo to settle the dispute
-- a proposition which I was wrong to suggest, and he quite
right to refuse. If you mean as responsible agent when you

ask me the question, I believe there is nothing to say
against him, and that you will be content with the way in
which he has performed his duty.

But tell me, Dantes, if you had command of the Pharaon
should you be glad to see Danglars remain?

Captain or mate, M. Morrel, I shall always have the
greatest respect for those who possess the owners'

That's right, that's right, Dantes! I see you are a
thoroughly good fellow, and will detain you no longer. Go,
for I see how impatient you are.

Then I have leave?

Go, I tell you.

May I have the use of your skiff?


Then, for the present, M. Morrel, farewell, and a thousand

I hope soon to see you again, my dear Edmond. Good luck to

The young sailor jumped into the skiffand sat down in the
stern sheetswith the order that he be put ashore at La
Canebiere. The two oarsmen bent to their workand 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 shipownersmilingfollowed him with his eyes until he
saw him spring out on the quay and disappear in the midst of
the throngwhich from five o'clock in the morning until
nine o'clock at nightswarms in the famous street of La
Canebiere-- a street of which the modern Phocaeans are so
proud that they say with all the gravity in the worldand
with that accent which gives so much character to what is
saidIf Paris had La Canebiere, Paris would be a second
Marseilles.On turning round the owner saw Danglars behind
himapparently awaiting ordersbut in reality also
watching the young sailor-- but there was a great
difference in the expression of the two men who thus
followed the movements of Edmond Dantes.

Chapter 2
Father and Son.

We will leave Danglars struggling with the demon of hatred
and endeavoring to insinuate in the ear of the shipowner
some evil suspicions against his comradeand follow Dantes
whoafter having traversed La Canebieretook the Rue de
Noaillesand entering a small houseon the left of the
Allees de Meillanrapidly ascended four flights of a dark
staircaseholding the baluster with one handwhile with
the other he repressed the beatings of his heartand paused

before a half-open doorfrom which he could see the whole
of a small room.

This room was occupied by Dantes' father. The news of the
arrival of the Pharaon had not yet reached the old manwho
mounted on a chairwas amusing himself by training with
trembling hand the nasturtiums and sprays of clematis that
clambered over the trellis at his window. Suddenlyhe felt
an arm thrown around his bodyand a well-known voice behind
him exclaimedFather -- dear father!

The old man uttered a cryand turned round; thenseeing
his sonhe fell into his armspale and trembling.

What ails you, my dearest father? Are you ill?inquired
the young manmuch alarmed.

No, no, my dear Edmond -- my boy -- my son! -- no; but I
did not expect you; and joy, the surprise of seeing you so
suddenly -- Ah, I feel as if I were going to die.

Come, come, cheer up, my dear father! 'Tis I -- really I!
They say joy never hurts, and so I came to you without any
warning. Come now, do smile, instead of looking at me so
solemnly. Here I am back again, and we are going to be

Yes, yes, my boy, so we will -- so we will,replied the
old man; "but how shall we be happy? Shall you never leave
me again? Cometell me all the good fortune that has
befallen you."

God forgive me,said the young manfor rejoicing at
happiness derived from the misery of others, but, Heaven
knows, I did not seek this good fortune; it has happened,
and I really cannot pretend to lament it. The good Captain
Leclere is dead, father, and it is probable that, with the
aid of M. Morrel, I shall have his place. Do you understand,
father? Only imagine me a captain at twenty, with a hundred
louis pay, and a share in the profits! Is this not more than
a poor sailor like me could have hoped for?

Yes, my dear boy,replied the old manit is very

Well, then, with the first money I touch, I mean you to
have a small house, with a garden in which to plant
clematis, nasturtiums, and honeysuckle. But what ails you,
father? Are you not well?

'Tis nothing, nothing; it will soon pass away-- and as he
said so the old man's strength failed himand he fell

Come, come,said the young mana glass of wine, father,
will revive you. Where do you keep your wine?

No, no; thanks. You need not look for it; I do not want
it,said the old man.

Yes, yes, father, tell me where it is,and he opened two
or three cupboards.

It is no use,said the old manthere is no wine.

What, no wine?said Dantesturning paleand looking
alternately at the hollow cheeks of the old man and the
empty cupboards. "Whatno wine? Have you wanted money

I want nothing now that I have you,said the old man.

Yet,stammered Danteswiping the perspiration from his
brow-- "yet I gave you two hundred francs when I left
three months ago."

Yes, yes, Edmond, that is true, but you forgot at that time
a little debt to our neighbor, Caderousse. He reminded me of
it, telling me if I did not pay for you, he would be paid by

M. Morrel; and so, you see, lest he might do you an injury

Why, I paid him.

But,cried Dantesit 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 Edmondfalling on his knees
before his father.

What are you doing?

You have wounded me to the heart.

Never mind it, for I see you once more,said the old man;
and now it's all over -- everything is all right again.

Yes, here I am,said the young manwith a promising
future and a little money. Here, father, here!he said
take this -- take it, and send for something immediately.
And he emptied his pockets on the tablethe contents
consisting of a dozen gold piecesfive or six five-franc
piecesand some smaller coin. The countenance of old Dantes

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 manwith a smile; "and by
your leave I will use your purse moderatelyfor they would
sayif they saw me buy too many things at a timethat I
had been obliged to await your returnin order to be able
to purchase them."

Do as you please; but, first of all, pray have a servant,
father. I will not have you left alone so long. I have some
smuggled coffee and most capital tobacco, in a small chest
in the hold, which you shall have to-morrow. But, hush, here
comes somebody.

'Tis Caderousse, who has heard of your arrival, and no
doubt comes to congratulate you on your fortunate return.

Ah, lips that say one thing, while the heart thinks
another,murmured Edmond. "Butnever mindhe is a
neighbor who has done us a service on a timeso he's

As Edmond pausedthe black and bearded head of Caderousse
appeared at the door. He was a man of twenty-five or six
and held a piece of clothwhichbeing a tailorhe was
about to make into a coat-lining.

What, is it you, Edmond, back again?said hewith a broad
Marseillaise accentand 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 Dantesbut
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
youmy boy. No! -- no! I lent you moneyand you returned
it; that's like good neighborsand we are quits."

We are never quits with those who oblige us,was Dantes'
reply; "for when we do not owe them moneywe owe them

What's the use of mentioning that? What is done is done.
Let us talk of your happy return, my boy. I had gone on the
quay to match a piece of mulberry cloth, when I met friend
Danglars. `You at Marseilles?' -- `Yes,' says he.

`I thought you were at Smyrna.' -- `I was; but am now back

`And where is the dear boy, our little Edmond?'

`Whywith his fatherno doubt' replied Danglars. And so
I came added Caderousse, as fast as I could to have the
pleasure of shaking hands with a friend."

Worthy Caderousse!said the old manhe 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 tailorlooking askance at the handful
of gold and silver which Dantes had thrown on the table.

The young man remarked the greedy glance which shone in the
dark eyes of his neighbor. "Eh he said, negligently. this
money is not mine. I was expressing to my father my fears
that he had wanted many things in my absenceand to

convince me he emptied his purse on the table. Comefather"
added Dantesput this money back in your box -- unless
neighbor Caderousse wants anything, and in that case it is
at his service.

No, my boy, no,said Caderousse. "I am not in any want
thank Godmy living is suited to my means. Keep your money
-- keep itI say; -- one never has too much; -- butat the
same timemy boyI 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

Then you were wrong to refuse to dine with him.

What, did you refuse to dine with him?said old Dantes;
and did he invite you to dine?

Yes, my dear father,replied Edmondsmiling at his
father's astonishment at the excessive honor paid to his

And why did you refuse, my son?inquired the old man.

That I might the sooner see you again, my dear father,
replied the young man. "I was most anxious to see you."

But it must have vexed M. Morrel, good, worthy man,said
Caderousse. "And when you are looking forward to be captain
it was wrong to annoy the owner."

But I explained to him the cause of my refusal,replied
Dantesand I hope he fully understood it.

Yes, but to be captain one must do a little flattery to
one's patrons.

I hope to be captain without that,said Dantes.

So much the better -- so much the better! Nothing will give
greater pleasure to all your old friends; and I know one
down there behind the Saint Nicolas citadel who will not be
sorry to hear it.

Mercedes?said the old man.

Yes, my dear father, and with your permission, now I have
seen you, and know you are well and have all you require, I
will ask your consent to go and pay a visit to the

Go, my dear boy,said old Dantes: "and heaven bless you in
your wifeas it has blessed me in my son!"

His wife!said Caderousse; "whyhow fast you go on
father Dantes; she is not his wife yetas 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 possiblemy boy."

And why?

Because Mercedes is a very fine girl, and fine girls never
lack followers; she particularly has them by dozens.

Really?answered Edmondwith a smile which had in it
traces of slight uneasiness.

Ah, yes,continued Caderousseand capital offers, too;
but you know, you will be captain, and who could refuse you

Meaning to say,replied Danteswith a smile which but
ill-concealed his troublethat if I were not a captain-

Eh -- eh!said Caderousseshaking his head.

Come, come,said the sailorI have a better opinion than
you of women in general, and of Mercedes in particular; and
I am certain that, captain or not, she will remain ever
faithful to me.

So much the better -- so much the better,said Caderousse.
When one is going to be married, there is nothing like
implicit confidence; but never mind that, my boy, -- go and
announce your arrival, and let her know all your hopes and

I will go directly,was Edmond's reply; andembracing his
fatherand nodding to Caderoussehe left the apartment.

Caderousse lingered for a momentthen taking leave of old
Danteshe went downstairs to rejoin Danglarswho awaited
him at the corner of the Rue Senac.

Well,said Danglarsdid 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 Danglarshe is in too much hurry, it
appears to me.

Why, it seems M. Morrel has promised him the thing.

So that he is quite elated about it?

Why, yes, he is actually insolent over the matter -- has
already offered me his patronage, as if he were a grand
personage, and proffered me a loan of money, as though he
were a banker.

Which you refused?

Most assuredly; although I might easily have accepted it,
for it was I who put into his hands the first silver he ever

earned; but now M. Dantes has no longer any occasion for
assistance -- he is about to become a captain.

Pooh!said Danglarshe is not one yet.

Ma foi, it will be as well if he is not,answered
Caderousse; "for if he should bethere will be really no
speaking to him."

If we choose,replied Danglarshe will remain what he
is; and perhaps become even less than he is.

What do you mean?

Nothing -- I was speaking to myself. And is he still in
love with the Catalane?

Over head and ears; but, unless I am much mistaken, there
will be a storm in that quarter.

Explain yourself.

Why should I?

It is more important than you think, perhaps. You do not
like Dantes?

I never like upstarts.

Then tell me all you know about the Catalane.

I know nothing for certain; only I have seen things which
induce me to believe, as I told you, that the future captain
will find some annoyance in the vicinity of the Vieilles

What have you seen? -- come, tell me!

Well, every time I have seen Mercedes come into the city
she has been accompanied by a tall, strapping, black-eyed
Catalan, with a red complexion, brown skin, and fierce air,
whom she calls cousin.

Really; and you think this cousin pays her attentions?

I only suppose so. What else can a strapping chap of
twenty-one mean with a fine wench of seventeen?

And you say that Dantes has gone to the Catalans?

He went before I came down.

Let us go the same way; we will stop at La Reserve, and we
can drink a glass of La Malgue, whilst we wait for news.

Come along,said Caderousse; "but you pay the score."

Of course,replied Danglars; and going quickly to the
designated placethey called for a bottle of wineand two

Pere Pamphile had seen Dantes pass not ten minutes before;
and assured that he was at the Catalansthey sat down under
the budding foliage of the planes and sycamoresin the

branches of which the birds were singing their welcome to
one of the first days of spring.

Chapter 3
The Catalans.

Beyond a bareweather-worn wallabout a hundred paces from
the spot where the two friends sat looking and listening as
they drank their winewas the village of the Catalans. Long
ago this mysterious colony quitted Spainand settled on the
tongue of land on which it is to this day. Whence it came no
one knewand it spoke an unknown tongue. One of its chiefs
who understood Provencalbegged the commune of Marseilles
to give them this bare and barren promontorywherelike
the sailors of oldthey had run their boats ashore. The
request was granted; and three months afterwardsaround the
twelve or fifteen small vessels which had brought these
gypsies of the seaa small village sprang up. This village
constructed in a singular and picturesque mannerhalf
Moorishhalf Spanishstill remainsand is inhabited by
descendants of the first comerswho speak the language of
their fathers. For three or four centuries they have
remained upon this small promontoryon which they had
settled like a flight of seabirdswithout mixing with the
Marseillaise populationintermarryingand preserving their
original customs and the costume of their mother-country as
they have preserved its language.

Our readers will follow us along the only street of this
little villageand enter with us one of the houseswhich
is sunburned to the beautiful dead-leaf color peculiar to
the buildings of the countryand within coated with
whitewashlike a Spanish posada. A young and beautiful
girlwith hair as black as jether eyes as velvety as the
gazelle'swas leaning with her back against the wainscot
rubbing in her slender delicately moulded fingers a bunch of
heath blossomsthe flowers of which she was picking off and
strewing on the floor; her armsbare to the elbowbrown
and modelled after those of the Arlesian Venusmoved with a
kind of restless impatienceand she tapped the earth with
her arched and supple footso as to display the pure and
full shape of her well-turned legin its red cottongray
and blue clockedstocking. At three paces from herseated
in a chair which he balanced on two legsleaning his elbow
on an old worm-eaten tablewas a tall young man of twenty
or two-and-twentywho was looking at her with an air in
which vexation and uneasiness were mingled. He questioned
her with his eyesbut the firm and steady gaze of the young
girl controlled his look.

You see, Mercedes,said the young manhere is Easter
come round again; tell me, is this the moment for a

I have answered you a hundred times, Fernand, and really
you must be very stupid to ask me again.

Well, repeat it, -- repeat it, I beg of you, that I may at
last believe it! Tell me for the hundredth time that you
refuse my love, which had your mother's sanction. Make me
understand once for all that you are trifling with my
happiness, that my life or death are nothing to you. Ah, to

have dreamed for ten years of being your husband, Mercedes,
and to lose that hope, which was the only stay of my

At least it was not I who ever encouraged you in that hope,
Fernand,replied Mercedes; "you cannot reproach me with the
slightest coquetry. I have always said to you`I love you
as a brother; but do not ask from me more than sisterly
affectionfor my heart is another's.' Is not this true

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, Fernand, and are only
at liberty on sufferance, liable at any moment to be called
upon to take up arms. Once a soldier, what would you do with
me, a poor orphan, forlorn, without fortune, with nothing
but a half-ruined hut and a few ragged nets, the miserable
inheritance left by my father to my mother, and by my mother
to me? She has been dead a year, and you know, Fernand, I
have subsisted almost entirely on public charity. Sometimes
you pretend I am useful to you, and that is an excuse to
share with me the produce of your fishing, and I accept it,
Fernand, because you are the son of my father's brother,
because we were brought up together, and still more because
it would give you so much pain if I refuse. But I feel very
deeply that this fish which I go and sell, and with the
produce of which I buy the flax I spin, -- I feel very
keenly, Fernand, that this is charity.

And if it were, Mercedes, poor and lone as you are, you
suit me as well as the daughter of the first shipowner or
the richest banker of Marseilles! What do such as we desire
but a good wife and careful housekeeper, and where can I
look for these better than in you?

Fernand,answered Mercedesshaking her heada woman
becomes a bad manager, and who shall say she will remain an
honest woman, when she loves another man better than her
husband? Rest content with my friendship, for I say once
more that is all I can promise, and I will promise no more
than I can bestow.

I understand,replied Fernandyou can endure your own
wretchedness patiently, but you are afraid to share mine.
Well, Mercedes, beloved by you, I would tempt fortune; you
would bring me good luck, and I should become rich. I could
extend my occupation as a fisherman, might get a place as
clerk in a warehouse, and become in time a dealer myself.

You could do no such thing, Fernand; you are a soldier, and
if you remain at the Catalans it is because there is no war;
so remain a fisherman, and contented with my friendship, as
I cannot give you more.

Well, I will do better, Mercedes. I will be a sailor;
instead of the costume of our fathers, which you despise, I
will wear a varnished hat, a striped shirt, and a blue
jacket, with an anchor on the buttons. Would not that dress
please you?

What do you mean?asked Mercedeswith an angry glance-"
what do you mean? I do not understand you?"

I mean, Mercedes, that you are thus harsh and cruel with
me, because you are expecting some one who is thus attired;
but perhaps he whom you await is inconstant, or if he is
not, the sea is so to him.

Fernand,cried MercedesI believed you were
good-hearted, and I was mistaken! Fernand, you are wicked to
call to your aid jealousy and the anger of God! Yes, I will
not deny it, I do await, and I do love him of whom you
speak; and, if he does not return, instead of accusing him
of the inconstancy which you insinuate, I will tell you that
he died loving me and me only.The young girl made a
gesture of rage. "I understand youFernand; you would be
revenged on him because I do not love you; you would cross
your Catalan knife with his dirk. What end would that
answer? To lose you my friendship if he were conqueredand
see that friendship changed into hate if you were victor.
Believe meto seek a quarrel with a man is a bad method of
pleasing the woman who loves that man. NoFernandyou will
not thus give way to evil thoughts. Unable to have me for
your wifeyou will content yourself with having me for your
friend and sister; and besides she added, her eyes
troubled and moistened with tears, waitwaitFernand; you
said just now that the sea was treacherousand he has been
gone four monthsand during these four months there have
been some terrible storms."

Fernand made no replynor did he attempt to check the tears
which flowed down the cheeks of Mercedesalthough for each
of these tears he would have shed his heart's blood; but
these tears flowed for another. He arosepaced a while up
and down the hutand thensuddenly stopping before
Mercedeswith his eyes glowing and his hands clinched-"
SayMercedes he said, once for allis this your final

I love Edmond Dantes,the young girl calmly repliedand
none but Edmond shall ever be my husband.

And you will always love him?

As long as I live.

Fernand let fall his head like a defeated manheaved a sigh
that was like a groanand then suddenly looking her full in
the facewith clinched teeth and expanded nostrilssaid
-- "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-"

Ah,exclaimed the young girlblushing with delightand
fairly leaping in excess of loveyou see he has not
forgotten me, for here he is!And rushing towards the door
she opened itsayingHere, Edmond, here I am!

Fernandpale and tremblingdrew backlike a traveller at
the sight of a serpentand fell into a chair beside him.
Edmond and Mercedes were clasped in each other's arms. The
burning Marseilles sunwhich shot into the room through the
open doorcovered them with a flood of light. At first they
saw nothing around them. Their intense happiness isolated
them from all the rest of the worldand they only spoke in
broken wordswhich are the tokens of a joy so extreme that
they seem rather the expression of sorrow. Suddenly Edmond
saw the gloomypaleand threatening countenance of
Fernandas it was defined in the shadow. By a movement for
which he could scarcely account to himselfthe young
Catalan placed his hand on the knife at his belt.

Ah, your pardon,said Dantesfrowning in his turn; "I did
not perceive that there were three of us." Thenturning to
Mercedeshe inquiredWho is this gentleman?

One who will be your best friend, Dantes, for he is my
friend, my cousin, my brother; it is Fernand -- the man
whom, after you, Edmond, I love the best in the world. Do
you not remember him?

Yes!said Dantesand without relinquishing Mercedes hand
clasped in one of his ownhe extended the other to the
Catalan with a cordial air. But Fernandinstead of
responding to this amiable gestureremained mute and
trembling. Edmond then cast his eyes scrutinizingly at the
agitated and embarrassed Mercedesand then again on the
gloomy and menacing Fernand. This look told him alland his
anger waxed hot.

I did not know, when I came with such haste to you, that I
was to meet an enemy here.

An enemy!cried Mercedeswith an angry look at her
cousin. "An enemy in my housedo you sayEdmond! If I
believed thatI would place my arm under yours and go with
you to Marseillesleaving the house to return to it no

Fernand's eye darted lightning. "And should any misfortune
occur to youdear Edmond she continued with the same
calmness which proved to Fernand that the young girl had
read the very innermost depths of his sinister thought, if
misfortune should occur to youI would ascend the highest
point of the Cape de Morgion and cast myself headlong from

Fernand became deadly pale. "But you are deceivedEdmond
she continued. You have no enemy here -- there is no one
but Fernandmy brotherwho will grasp your hand as a
devoted friend."

And at these words the young girl fixed her imperious look
on the Catalanwhoas if fascinated by itcame slowly
towards Edmondand offered him his hand. His hatredlike a
powerless though furious wavewas broken against the strong
ascendancy which Mercedes exercised over him. Scarcely
howeverhad he touched Edmond's hand than he felt he had
done all he could doand rushed hastily out of the house.

Oh,he exclaimedrunning furiously and tearing his hair
-- "Ohwho will deliver me from this man? Wretched -

wretched that I am!"

Hallo, Catalan! Hallo, Fernand! where are you running to?
exclaimed a voice.

The young man stopped suddenlylooked around himand
perceived Caderousse sitting at table with Danglarsunder
an arbor.

Wellsaid Caderoussewhy don't you come? Are you really
in such a hurry that you have no time to pass the time of
day with your friends?

Particularly when they have still a full bottle before
them,added Danglars. Fernand looked at them both with a
stupefied airbut did not say a word.

He seems besotted,said Danglarspushing Caderousse with
his knee. "Are we mistakenand is Dantes triumphant in
spite of all we have believed?"

Why, we must inquire into that,was Caderousse's reply;
and turning towards the young mansaidWell, Catalan,
can't you make up your mind?

Fernand wiped away the perspiration steaming from his brow
and slowly entered the arborwhose shade seemed to restore
somewhat of calmness to his sensesand whose coolness
somewhat of refreshment to his exhausted body.

Good-day,said he. "You called medidn't you?" And he
fellrather than sat downon one of the seats which
surrounded the table.

I called you because you were running like a madman, and I
was afraid you would throw yourself into the sea,said
Caderousselaughing. "Whywhen a man has friendsthey are
not only to offer him a glass of winebutmoreoverto
prevent his swallowing three or four pints of water

Fernand gave a groanwhich resembled a soband dropped his
head into his handshis elbows leaning on the table.

Well, Fernand, I must say,said Caderoussebeginning the
conversationwith that brutality of the common people in
which curiosity destroys all diplomacyyou look uncommonly
like a rejected lover;and he burst into a hoarse laugh.

Bah!said Danglarsa lad of his make was not born to be
unhappy in love. You are laughing at him, Caderousse.

No,he repliedonly hark how he sighs! Come, come,
Fernand,said Caderoussehold up your head, and answer
us. It's not polite not to reply to friends who ask news of
your health.

My health is well enough,said Fernandclinching his
hands without raising his head.

Ah, you see, Danglars,said Caderoussewinking at his
friendthis is how it is; Fernand, whom you see here, is a
good and brave Catalan, one of the best fishermen in
Marseilles, and he is in love with a very fine girl, named

Mercedes; but it appears, unfortunately, that the fine girl
is in love with the mate of the Pharaon; and as the Pharaon
arrived to-day -- why, you understand!

No; I do not understand,said Danglars.

Poor Fernand has been dismissed,continued Caderousse.

Well, and what then?said Fernandlifting up his head
and looking at Caderousse like a man who looks for some one
on whom to vent his anger; "Mercedes is not accountable to
any personis she? Is she not free to love whomsoever she

Oh, if you take it in that sense,said Caderousseit is
another thing. But I thought you were a Catalan, and they
told me the Catalans were not men to allow themselves to be
supplanted by a rival. It was even told me that Fernand,
especially, was terrible in his vengeance.

Fernand smiled piteously. "A lover is never terrible he

Poor fellow!" remarked Danglarsaffecting to pity the
young man from the bottom of his heart. "Whyyou seehe
did not expect to see Dantes return so suddenly -- he
thought he was deadperhaps; or perchance faithless! These
things always come on us more severely when they come

Ah, ma foi, under any circumstances,said Caderoussewho
drank as he spokeand on whom the fumes of the wine began
to take effect-- "under any circumstances Fernand is not
the only person put out by the fortunate arrival of Dantes;
is heDanglars?"

No, you are right -- and I should say that would bring him

Well, never mind,answered Caderoussepouring out a glass
of wine for Fernandand filling his own for the eighth or
ninth timewhile Danglars had merely sipped his. "Never
mind -- in the meantime he marries Mercedes -- the lovely
Mercedes -- at least he returns to do that."

During this time Danglars fixed his piercing glance on the
young manon whose heart Caderousse's words fell like
molten lead.

And when is the wedding to be?he asked.

Oh, it is not yet fixed!murmured Fernand.

No, but it will be,said Caderousseas surely as Dantes
will be captain of the Pharaon -- eh, Danglars?

Danglars shuddered at this unexpected attackand turned to
Caderoussewhose countenance he scrutinizedto try and
detect whether the blow was premeditated; but he read
nothing but envy in a countenance already rendered brutal
and stupid by drunkenness.

Well,said hefilling the glasseslet us drink to
Captain Edmond Dantes, husband of the beautiful Catalane!

Caderousse raised his glass to his mouth with unsteady hand
and swallowed the contents at a gulp. Fernand dashed his on
the ground.

Eh, eh, eh!stammered Caderousse. "What do I see down
there by the wallin the direction of the Catalans? Look
Fernandyour eyes are better than mine. I believe I see
double. You know wine is a deceiver; but I should say it was
two lovers walking side by sideand hand in hand. Heaven
forgive methey do not know that we can see themand they
are actually embracing!"

Danglars did not lose one pang that Fernand endured.

Do you know them, Fernand?he said.

Yes,was the replyin a low voice. "It is Edmond and

Ah, see there, now!said Caderousse; "and I did not
recognize them! HalloDantes! hellolovely damsel! Come
this wayand let us know when the wedding is to befor
Fernand here is so obstinate he will not tell us."

Hold your tongue, will you?said Danglarspretending to
restrain Caderoussewhowith the tenacity of drunkards
leaned out of the arbor. "Try to stand uprightand let the
lovers make love without interruption. Seelook at Fernand
and follow his example; he is well-behaved!"

Fernandprobably excited beyond bearingpricked by
Danglarsas the bull is by the bandilleroswas about to
rush out; for he had risen from his seatand seemed to be
collecting himself to dash headlong upon his rivalwhen
Mercedessmiling and gracefullifted up her lovely head
and looked at them with her clear and bright eyes. At this
Fernand recollected her threat of dying if Edmond diedand
dropped again heavily on his seat. Danglars looked at the
two menone after the otherthe one brutalized by liquor
the other overwhelmed with love.

I shall get nothing from these fools,he muttered; "and I
am very much afraid of being here between a drunkard and a
coward. Here's an envious fellow making himself boozy on
wine when he ought to be nursing his wrathand here is a
fool who sees the woman he loves stolen from under his nose
and takes on like a big baby. Yet this Catalan has eyes that
glisten like those of the vengeful SpaniardsSiciliansand
Calabriansand the other has fists big enough to crush an
ox at one blow. UnquestionablyEdmond's star is in the
ascendantand he will marry the splendid girl -- he will be
captaintooand laugh at us allunless" -- a sinister
smile passed over Danglars' lips -- "unless I take a hand in
the affair he added.

Hallo!" continued Caderoussehalf-risingand with his
fist on the tablehallo, Edmond! do you not see your
friends, or are you too proud to speak to them?

No, my dear fellow!replied DantesI am not proud, but I
am happy, and happiness blinds, I think, more than pride.

Ah, very well, that's an explanation!said Caderousse.

How do you do, Madame Dantes?

Mercedes courtesied gravelyand said -- "That is not my
nameand in my country it bodes ill fortunethey sayto
call a young girl by the name of her betrothed before he
becomes her husband. So call me Mercedesif you please."

We must excuse our worthy neighbor, Caderousse,said
Danteshe is so easily mistaken.

So, then, the wedding is to take place immediately, M.
Dantes,said Danglarsbowing to the young couple.

As soon as possible, M. Danglars; to-day all preliminaries
will be arranged at my father's, and to-morrow, or next day
at latest, the wedding festival here at La Reserve. My
friends will be there, I hope; that is to say, you are
invited, M. Danglars, and you, Caderousse.

And Fernand,said Caderousse with a chuckle; "Fernand
toois invited!"

My wife's brother is my brother,said Edmond; "and we
Mercedes and Ishould be very sorry if he were absent at
such a time."

Fernand opened his mouth to replybut his voice died on his
lipsand he could not utter a word.

To-day the preliminaries, to-morrow or next day the
ceremony! You are in a hurry, captain!

Danglars,said EdmondsmilingI will say to you as
Mercedes said just now to Caderousse, `Do not give me a
title which does not belong to me'; that may bring me bad

Your pardon,replied DanglarsI merely said you seemed
in a hurry, and we have lots of time; the Pharaon cannot be
under weigh again in less than three months.

We are always in a hurry to be happy, M. Danglars; for when
we have suffered a long time, we have great difficulty in
believing in good fortune. But it is not selfishness alone
that makes me thus in haste; I must go to Paris.

Ah, really? -- to Paris! and will it be the first time you
have ever been there, Dantes?


Have you business there?

Not of my own; the last commission of poor Captain Leclere;
you know to what I allude, Danglars -- it is sacred.
Besides, I shall only take the time to go and return.

Yes, yes, I understand,said Danglarsand then in a low
tonehe addedTo Paris, no doubt to deliver the letter
which the grand marshal gave him. Ah, this letter gives me
an idea -- a capital idea! Ah; Dantes, my friend, you are
not yet registered number one on board the good ship
Pharaon;then turning towards Edmondwho was walking away
A pleasant journey,he cried.

Thank you,said Edmond with a friendly nodand the two
lovers continued on their wayas calm and joyous as if they
were the very elect of heaven.

Chapter 4

Danglars followed Edmond and Mercedes with his eyes until
the two lovers disappeared behind one of the angles of Fort
Saint Nicolasthen turning roundhe perceived Fernandwho
had fallenpale and tremblinginto his chairwhile
Caderousse stammered out the words of a drinking-song.

Well, my dear sir,said Danglars to Fernandhere is a
marriage which does not appear to make everybody happy.

It drives me to despair,said Fernand.

Do you, then, love Mercedes?

I adore her!

For long?

As long as I have known her -- always.

And you sit there, tearing your hair, instead of seeking to
remedy your condition; I did not think that was the way of
your people.

What would you have me do?said Fernand.

How do I know? Is it my affair? I am not in love with
Mademoiselle Mercedes; but for you -- in the words of the
gospel, seek, and you shall find.

I have found already.


I would stab the man, but the woman told me that if any
misfortune happened to her betrothed, she would kill

Pooh! Women say those things, but never do them.

You do not know Mercedes; what she threatens she will do.

Idiot!muttered Danglars; "whether she kill herself or
notwhat matterprovided Dantes is not captain?"

Before Mercedes should die,replied Fernandwith the
accents of unshaken resolutionI would die myself!

That's what I call love!said Caderousse with a voice more
tipsy than ever. "That's loveor I don't know what love

Come,said Danglarsyou appear to me a good sort of
fellow, and hang me, I should like to help you, but-

Yes,said Caderoussebut how?

My dear fellow,replied Danglarsyou are three parts
drunk; finish the bottle, and you will be completely so.
Drink then, and do not meddle with what we are discussing,
for that requires all one's wit and cool judgment.

I -- drunk!said Caderousse; "well that's a good one! I
could drink four more such bottles; they are no bigger than
cologne flasks. Pere Pamphilemore wine!" and Caderousse
rattled his glass upon the table.

You were saving, sir-- said Fernandawaiting with great
anxiety the end of this interrupted remark.

What was I saying? I forget. This drunken Caderousse has
made me lose the thread of my sentence.

Drunk, if you like; so much the worse for those who fear
wine, for it is because they have bad thoughts which they
are afraid the liquor will extract from their hearts;and
Caderousse began to sing the two last lines of a song very
popular at the time-

`Tous les mechants sont beuveurs d'eau;
C'est bien prouve par le deluge.'*

* "The wicked are great drinkers of water
As the flood proved once for all."
You said, sir, you would like to help me, but-

Yes; but I added, to help you it would be sufficient that
Dantes did not marry her you love; and the marriage may
easily be thwarted, methinks, and yet Dantes need not die.

Death alone can separate them,remarked Fernand.

You talk like a noodle, my friend,said Caderousse; "and
here is Danglarswho is a wide-awakecleverdeep fellow
who will prove to you that you are wrong. Prove it
Danglars. I have answered for you. Say there is no need why
Dantes should die; it wouldindeedbe a pity he should.
Dantes is a good fellow; I like Dantes. Dantesyour

Fernand rose impatiently. "Let him run on said Danglars,
restraining the young man; drunk as he ishe is not much
out in what he says. Absence severs as well as deathand if
the walls of a prison were between Edmond and Mercedes they
would be as effectually separated as if he lay under a

Yes; but one gets out of prison,said Caderoussewho
with what sense was left himlistened eagerly to the
conversationand when one gets out and one's name is
Edmond Dantes, one seeks revenge-

What matters that?muttered Fernand.

And why, I should like to know,persisted Caderousse
should they put Dantes in prison? he has not robbed or
killed or murdered.

Hold your tongue!said Danglars.

I won't hold my tongue!replied Caderousse; "I say I want
to know why they should put Dantes in prison; I like Dantes;
Dantesyour health!" and he swallowed another glass of

Danglars saw in the muddled look of the tailor the progress
of his intoxicationand turning towards Fernandsaid
Well, you understand there is no need to kill him.

Certainly not, if, as you said just now, you have the means
of having Dantes arrested. Have you that means?

It is to be found for the searching. But why should I
meddle in the matter? it is no affair of mine.;

I know not why you meddle,said Fernandseizing his arm;
but this I know, you have some motive of personal hatred
against Dantes, for he who himself hates is never mistaken
in the sentiments of others.

I! -- motives of hatred against Dantes? None, on my word! I
saw you were unhappy, and your unhappiness interested me;
that's all; but since you believe I act for my own account,
adieu, my dear friend, get out of the affair as best you
may;and Danglars rose as if he meant to depart.

No, no,said Fernandrestraining himstay! It is of
very little consequence to me at the end of the matter
whether you have any angry feeling or not against Dantes. I
hate him! I confess it openly. Do you find the means, I will
execute it, provided it is not to kill the man, for Mercedes
has declared she will kill herself if Dantes is killed.

Caderoussewho had let his head drop on the tablenow
raised itand looking at Fernand with his dull and fishy
eyeshe said-- "Kill Dantes! who talks of killing Dantes?
I won't have him killed -- I won't! He's my friendand this
morning offered to share his money with meas I shared mine
with him. I won't have Dantes killed -- I won't!"

And who has said a word about killing him, muddlehead?
replied Danglars. "We were merely joking; drink to his
health he added, filling Caderousse's glass, and do not
interfere with us."

Yes, yes, Dantes' good health!said Caderousseemptying
his glasshere's to his health! his health -- hurrah!

But the means -- the means?said Fernand.

Have you not hit upon any?asked Danglars.

No! -- you undertook to do so.

True,replied Danglars; "the French have the superiority
over the Spaniardsthat the Spaniards ruminatewhile the
French invent."

Do you invent, then,said Fernand impatiently.

Waiter,said Danglarspen, ink, and paper.

Pen, ink, and paper,muttered Fernand.

Yes; I am a supercargo; pen, ink, and paper are my tools,
and without my tools I am fit for nothing.

Pen, ink, and paper, then,called Fernand loudly.

There's what you want on that table,said the waiter.

Bring them here.The waiter did as he was desired.

When one thinks,said Caderousseletting his hand drop on
the paperthere is here wherewithal to kill a man more
sure than if we waited at the corner of a wood to
assassinate him! I have always had more dread of a pen, a
bottle of ink, and a sheet of paper, than of a sword or

The fellow is not so drunk as he appears to be,said
Danglars. "Give him some more wineFernand." Fernand filled
Caderousse's glasswholike the confirmed toper he was
lifted his hand from the paper and seized the glass.

The Catalan watched him until Caderoussealmost overcome by
this fresh assault on his sensesrestedor rather dropped
his glass upon the table.

Well!resumed the Catalanas he saw the final glimmer of
Caderousse's reason vanishing before the last glass of wine.

Well, then, I should say, for instance,resumed Danglars
that if after a voyage such as Dantes has just made, in
which he touched at the Island of Elba, some one were to
denounce him to the king's procureur as a Bonapartist agent

I will denounce him!exclaimed the young man hastily.

Yes, but they will make you then sign your declaration, and
confront you with him you have denounced; I will supply you
with the means of supporting your accusation, for I know the
fact well. But Dantes cannot remain forever in prison, and
one day or other he will leave it, and the day when he comes
out, woe betide him who was the cause of his incarceration!

Oh, I should wish nothing better than that he would come
and seek a quarrel with me.

Yes, and Mercedes! Mercedes, who will detest you if you
have only the misfortune to scratch the skin of her dearly
beloved Edmond!

True!said Fernand.

No, no,continued Danglars; "if we resolve on such a step
it would be much better to takeas I now dothis pendip
it into this inkand write with the left hand (that the
writing may not be recognized) the denunciation we propose."
And Danglarsuniting practice with theorywrote with his
left handand in a writing reversed from his usual style
and totally unlike itthe following lineswhich he handed
to Fernandand which Fernand read in an undertone: -

The honorable, the king's attorney, is informed by a friend

of the throne and religion, that one Edmond Dantes, mate of
the ship Pharaon, arrived this morning from Smyrna, after
having touched at Naples and Porto-Ferrajo, has been
intrusted by Murat with a letter for the usurper, and by the
usurper with a letter for the Bonapartist committee in
Paris. Proof of this crime will be found on arresting him,
for the letter will be found upon him, or at his father's,
or in his cabin on board the Pharaon.

Very good,resumed Danglars; "now your revenge looks like
common-sensefor in no way can it revert to yourselfand
the matter will thus work its own way; there is nothing to
do now but fold the letter as I am doingand write upon it
`To the king's attorney' and that's all settled." And
Danglars wrote the address as he spoke.

Yes, and that's all settled!exclaimed Caderoussewhoby
a last effort of intellecthad followed the reading of the
letterand instinctively comprehended all the misery which
such a denunciation must entail. "Yesand that's all
settled; only it will be an infamous shame;" and he
stretched out his hand to reach the letter.

Yes,said Danglarstaking it from beyond his reach; "and
as what I say and do is merely in jestand Iamongst the
first and foremostshould be sorry if anything happened to
Dantes -- the worthy Dantes -- look here!" And taking the
letterhe squeezed it up in his hands and threw it into a
corner of the arbor.

All right!said Caderousse. "Dantes is my friendand I
won't have him ill-used."

And who thinks of using him ill? Certainly neither I nor
Fernand,said Danglarsrising and looking at the young
manwho still remained seatedbut whose eye was fixed on
the denunciatory sheet of paper flung into the corner.

In this case,replied Caderousselet's have some more
wine. I wish to drink to the health of Edmond and the lovely

You have had too much already, drunkard,said Danglars;
and if you continue, you will be compelled to sleep here,
because unable to stand on your legs.

I?said Caderousserising with all the offended dignity
of a drunken manI can't keep on my legs? Why, I'll wager
I can go up into the belfry of the Accoules, and without
staggering, too!

Done!said DanglarsI'll take your bet; but to-morrow -to-
day it is time to return. Give me your arm, and let us

Very well, let us go,said Caderousse; "but I don't want
your arm at all. ComeFernandwon't you return to
Marseilles with us?"

No,said Fernand; "I shall return to the Catalans."

You're wrong. Come with us to Marseilles -- come along.

I will not.

What do you mean? you will not? Well, just as you like, my
prince; there's liberty for all the world. Come along,
Danglars, and let the young gentleman return to the Catalans
if he chooses.

Danglars took advantage of Caderousse's temper at the
momentto take him off towards Marseilles by the Porte
Saint-Victorstaggering as he went.

When they had advanced about twenty yardsDanglars looked
back and saw Fernand stooppick up the crumpled paperand
putting it into his pocket then rush out of the arbor
towards Pillon.

Well,said Caderoussewhy, what a lie he told! He said
he was going to the Catalans, and he is going to the city.
Hallo, Fernand!

Oh, you don't see straight,said Danglars; "he's gone
right enough."

Well,said CaderousseI should have said not -- how
treacherous wine is!

Come, come,said Danglars to himselfnow the thing is at
work and it will effect its purpose unassisted.

Chapter 5
The Marriage-Feast.

The morning's sun rose clear and resplendenttouching the
foamy waves into a network of ruby-tinted light.

The feast had been made ready on the second floor at La
Reservewith whose arbor the reader is already familiar.
The apartment destined for the purpose was spacious and
lighted by a number of windowsover each of which was
written in golden letters for some inexplicable reason the
name of one of the principal cities of France; beneath these
windows a wooden balcony extended the entire length of the
house. And although the entertainment was fixed for twelve
o'clockan hour previous to that time the balcony was
filled with impatient and expectant guestsconsisting of
the favored part of the crew of the Pharaonand other
personal friends of the bride-groomthe whole of whom had
arrayed themselves in their choicest costumesin order to
do greater honor to the occasion.

Various rumors were afloat to the effect that the owners of
the Pharaon had promised to attend the nuptial feast; but
all seemed unanimous in doubting that an act of such rare
and exceeding condescension could possibly be intended.

Danglarshoweverwho now made his appearanceaccompanied
by Caderousseeffectually confirmed the reportstating
that he had recently conversed with M. Morrelwho had
himself assured him of his intention to dine at La Reserve.

In facta moment later M. Morrel appeared and was saluted
with an enthusiastic burst of applause from the crew of the
Pharaonwho hailed the visit of the shipowner as a sure

indication that the man whose wedding feast he thus
delighted to honor would ere long be first in command of the
ship; and as Dantes was universally beloved on board his
vesselthe sailors put no restraint on their tumultuous joy
at finding that the opinion and choice of their superiors so
exactly coincided with their own.

With the entrance of M. MorrelDanglars and Caderousse were
despatched in search of the bride-groom to convey to him the
intelligence of the arrival of the important personage whose
coming had created such a lively sensationand to beseech
him to make haste.

Danglars and Caderousse set off upon their errand at full
speed; but ere they had gone many steps they perceived a
group advancing towards themcomposed of the betrothed
paira party of young girls in attendance on the brideby
whose side walked Dantes' father; the whole brought up by
Fernandwhose lips wore their usual sinister smile.

Neither Mercedes nor Edmond observed the strange expression
of his countenance; they were so happy that they were
conscious only of the sunshine and the presence of each

Having acquitted themselves of their errandand exchanged a
hearty shake of the hand with EdmondDanglars and
Caderousse took their places beside Fernand and old Dantes
-- the latter of whom attracted universal notice. The old
man was attired in a suit of glistening watered silk
trimmed with steel buttonsbeautifully cut and polished.
His thin but wiry legs were arrayed in a pair of richly
embroidered clocked stockingsevidently of English
manufacturewhile from his three-cornered hat depended a
long streaming knot of white and blue ribbons. Thus he came
alongsupporting himself on a curiously carved stickhis
aged countenance lit up with happinesslooking for all the
world like one of the aged dandies of 1796parading the
newly opened gardens of the Tuileries and Luxembourg. Beside
him glided Caderoussewhose desire to partake of the good
things provided for the wedding-party had induced him to
become reconciled to the Dantesfather and sonalthough
there still lingered in his mind a faint and unperfect
recollection of the events of the preceding night; just as
the brain retains on waking in the morning the dim and misty
outline of a dream.

As Danglars approached the disappointed loverhe cast on
him a look of deep meaningwhile Fernandas he slowly
paced behind the happy pairwho seemedin their own
unmixed contentto have entirely forgotten that such a
being as himself existedwas pale and abstracted;
occasionallyhowevera deep flush would overspread his
countenanceand a nervous contraction distort his features
whilewith an agitated and restless gazehe would glance
in the direction of Marseilleslike one who either
anticipated or foresaw some great and important event.

Dantes himself was simplybut becominglyclad in the dress
peculiar to the merchant service -- a costume somewhat
between a military and a civil garb; and with his fine
countenanceradiant with joy and happinessa more perfect
specimen of manly beauty could scarcely be imagined.

Lovely as the Greek girls of Cyprus or ChiosMercedes
boasted the same bright flashing eyes of jetand ripe
roundcoral lips. She moved with the lightfree step of an
Arlesienne or an Andalusian. One more practiced in the arts
of great cities would have hid her blushes beneath a veil
orat leasthave cast down her thickly fringed lashesso
as to have concealed the liquid lustre of her animated eyes;
buton the contrarythe delighted girl looked around her
with a smile that seemed to say: "If you are my friends
rejoice with mefor I am very happy."

As soon as the bridal party came in sight of La ReserveM.
Morrel descended and came forth to meet itfollowed by the
soldiers and sailors there assembledto whom he had
repeated the promise already giventhat Dantes should be
the successor to the late Captain Leclere. Edmondat the
approach of his patronrespectfully placed the arm of his
affianced bride within that of M. Morrelwhoforthwith
conducting her up the flight of wooden steps leading to the
chamber in which the feast was preparedwas gayly followed
by the guestsbeneath whose heavy tread the slight
structure creaked and groaned for the space of several

Father,said Mercedesstopping when she had reached the
centre of the tablesit, I pray you, on my right hand; on
my left I will place him who has ever been as a brother to
me,pointing with a soft and gentle smile to Fernand; but
her words and look seemed to inflict the direst torture on
himfor his lips became ghastly paleand even beneath the
dark hue of his complexion the blood might be seen
retreating as though some sudden pang drove it back to the

During this timeDantesat the opposite side of the table
had been occupied in similarly placing his most honored
guests. M. Morrel was seated at his right handDanglars at
his left; whileat a sign from Edmondthe rest of the
company ranged themselves as they found it most agreeable.

Then they began to pass around the duskypiquantArlesian
sausagesand lobsters in their dazzling red cuirasses
prawns of large size and brilliant colorthe echinus with
its prickly outside and dainty morsel withinthe clovis
esteemed by the epicures of the South as more than rivalling
the exquisite flavor of the oyster-- all the delicacies
in factthat are cast up by the wash of waters on the sandy
beachand styled by the grateful fishermen "fruits of the

A pretty silence truly!said the old father of the
bride-groomas he carried to his lips a glass of wine of
the hue and brightness of the topazand which had just been
placed before Mercedes herself. "Nowwould anybody think
that this room contained a happymerry partywho desire
nothing better than to laugh and dance the hours away?"

Ah,sighed Caderoussea man cannot always feel happy
because he is about to be married.

The truth is,replied Dantesthat I am too happy for
noisy mirth; if that is what you meant by your observation,
my worthy friend, you are right; joy takes a strange effect
at times, it seems to oppress us almost the same as sorrow.

Danglars looked towards Fernandwhose excitable nature
received and betrayed each fresh impression.

Why, what ails you?asked he of Edmond. "Do you fear any
approaching evil? I should say that you were the happiest
man alive at this instant."

And that is the very thing that alarms me,returned
Dantes. "Man does not appear to me to be intended to enjoy
felicity so unmixed; happiness is like the enchanted palaces
we read of in our childhoodwhere fiercefiery dragons
defend the entrance and approach; and monsters of all shapes
and kindsrequiring to be overcome ere victory is ours. I
own that I am lost in wonder to find myself promoted to an
honor of which I feel myself unworthy -- that of being the
husband of Mercedes."

Nay, nay!cried Caderoussesmilingyou have not
attained that honor yet. Mercedes is not yet your wife. Just
assume the tone and manner of a husband, and see how she
will remind you that your hour is not yet come!

The bride blushedwhile Fernandrestless and uneasy
seemed to start at every fresh soundand from time to time
wiped away the large drops of perspiration that gathered on
his brow.

Well, never mind that, neighbor Caderousse; it is not worth
while to contradict me for such a trifle as that. 'Tis true
that Mercedes is not actually my wife; but,added he
drawing out his watchin an hour and a half she will be.

A general exclamation of surprise ran round the tablewith
the exception of the elder Danteswhose laugh displayed the
still perfect beauty of his large white teeth. Mercedes
looked pleased and gratifiedwhile Fernand grasped the
handle of his knife with a convulsive clutch.

In an hour?inquired Danglarsturning pale. "How is that
my friend?"

Why, thus it is,replied Dantes. "Thanks to the influence
of M. Morrelto whomnext to my fatherI owe every
blessing I enjoyevery difficulty his been removed. We have
purchased permission to waive the usual delay; and at
half-past two o'clock the mayor of Marseilles will be
waiting for us at the city hall. Nowas a quarter-past one
has already struckI do not consider I have asserted too
much in sayingthatin another hour and thirty minutes
Mercedes will have become Madame Dantes."

Fernand closed his eyesa burning sensation passed across
his browand he was compelled to support himself by the
table to prevent his falling from his chair; but in spite of
all his effortshe could not refrain from uttering a deep
groanwhichhoweverwas lost amid the noisy felicitations
of the company.

Upon my word,cried the old manyou make short work of
this kind of affair. Arrived here only yesterday morning,
and married to-day at three o'clock! Commend me to a sailor
for going the quick way to work!

But,asked Danglarsin a timid tonehow did you manage
about the other formalities -- the contract -- the

The contract,answered Danteslaughinglyit didn't take
long to fix that. Mercedes has no fortune; I have none to
settle on her. So, you see, our papers were quickly written
out, and certainly do not come very expensive.This joke
elicited a fresh burst of applause.

So that what we presumed to be merely the betrothal feast
turns out to be the actual wedding dinner!said Danglars.

No, no,answered Dantes; "don't imagine I am going to put
you off in that shabby manner. To-morrow morning I start for
Paris; four days to goand the same to returnwith one day
to discharge the commission intrusted to meis all the time
I shall be absent. I shall be back here by the first of
Marchand on the second I give my real marriage feast."

This prospect of fresh festivity redoubled the hilarity of
the guests to such a degreethat the elder Danteswhoat
the commencement of the repasthad commented upon the
silence that prevailednow found it difficultamid the
general din of voicesto obtain a moment's tranquillity in
which to drink to the health and prosperity of the bride and

Dantesperceiving the affectionate eagerness of his father
responded by a look of grateful pleasure; while Mercedes
glanced at the clock and made an expressive gesture to

Around the table reigned that noisy hilarity which usually
prevails at such a time among people sufficiently free from
the demands of social position not to feel the trammels of
etiquette. Such as at the commencement of the repast had not
been able to seat themselves according to their inclination
rose unceremoniouslyand sought out more agreeable
companions. Everybody talked at oncewithout waiting for a
reply and each one seemed to be contented with expressing
his or her own thoughts.

Fernand's paleness appeared to have communicated itself to
Danglars. As for Fernand himselfhe seemed to be enduring
the tortures of the damned; unable to resthe was among the
first to quit the tableandas though seeking to avoid the
hilarious mirth that rose in such deafening soundshe
continuedin utter silenceto pace the farther end of the

Caderousse approached him just as Danglarswhom Fernand
seemed most anxious to avoidhad joined him in a corner of
the room.

Upon my word,said Caderoussefrom whose mind the
friendly treatment of Dantesunited with the effect of the
excellent wine he had partaken ofhad effaced every feeling
of envy or jealousy at Dantes' good fortune-- "upon my
wordDantes is a downright good fellowand when I see him
sitting there beside his pretty wife that is so soon to be.
I cannot help thinking it would have been a great pity to
have served him that trick you were planning yesterday."

Oh, there was no harm meant,answered Danglars; "at first
I certainly did feel somewhat uneasy as to what Fernand
might be tempted to do; but when I saw how completely he had
mastered his feelingseven so far as to become one of his
rival's attendantsI knew there was no further cause for
apprehension." Caderousse looked full at Fernand -- he was
ghastly pale.

Certainly,continued Danglarsthe sacrifice was no
trifling one, when the beauty of the bride is concerned.
Upon my soul, that future captain of mine is a lucky dog!
Gad, I only wish he would let me take his place.

Shall we not set forth?asked the sweetsilvery voice of
Mercedes; "two o'clock has just struckand you know we are
expected in a quarter of an hour."

To be sure! -- to be sure!cried Danteseagerly quitting
the table; "let us go directly!"

His words were re-echoed by the whole partywith vociferous

At this moment Danglarswho had been incessantly observing
every change in Fernand's look and mannersaw him stagger
and fall backwith an almost convulsive spasmagainst a
seat placed near one of the open windows. At the same
instant his ear caught a sort of indistinct sound on the
stairsfollowed by the measured tread of soldierywith the
clanking of swords and military accoutrements; then came a
hum and buzz as of many voicesso as to deaden even the
noisy mirth of the bridal partyamong whom a vague feeling
of curiosity and apprehension quelled every disposition to
talkand almost instantaneously the most deathlike
stillness prevailed.

The sounds drew nearer. Three blows were struck upon the
panel of the door. The company looked at each other in

I demand admittance,said a loud voice outside the room
in the name of the law!As no attempt was made to prevent
itthe door was openedand a magistratewearing his
official scarfpresented himselffollowed by four soldiers
and a corporal. Uneasiness now yielded to the most extreme
dread on the part of those present.

May I venture to inquire the reason of this unexpected
visit?said M. Morreladdressing the magistratewhom he
evidently knew; "there is doubtless some mistake easily

If it be so,replied the magistraterely upon every
reparation being made; meanwhile, I am the bearer of an
order of arrest, and although I most reluctantly perform the
task assigned me, it must, nevertheless, be fulfilled. Who
among the persons here assembled answers to the name of
Edmond Dantes?Every eye was turned towards the young man
whospite of the agitation he could not but feeladvanced
with dignityand saidin a firm voiceI am he; what is
your pleasure with me?

Edmond Dantes,replied the magistrateI arrest you in
the name of the law!

Me!repeated Edmondslightly changing colorand
wherefore, I pray?

I cannot inform you, but you will be duly acquainted with
the reasons that have rendered such a step necessary at the
preliminary examination.

M. Morrel felt that further resistance or remonstrance was
useless. He saw before him an officer delegated to enforce
the lawand perfectly well knew that it would be as
unavailing to seek pity from a magistrate decked with his
official scarfas to address a petition to some cold marble
effigy. Old Danteshoweversprang forward. There are
situations which the heart of a father or a mother cannot be
made to understand. He prayed and supplicated in terms so
movingthat even the officer was touchedandalthough
firm in his dutyhe kindly saidMy worthy friend, let me
beg of you to calm your apprehensions. Your son has probably
neglected some prescribed form or attention in registering
his cargo, and it is more than probable he will be set at
liberty directly he has given the information required,
whether touching the health of his crew, or the value of his
What is the meaning of all this?inquired Caderousse
frowninglyof Danglarswho had assumed an air of utter

How can I tell you?replied he; "I amlike yourself
utterly bewildered at all that is going onand cannot in
the least make out what it is about." Caderousse then looked
around for Fernandbut he had disappeared.

The scene of the previous night now came back to his mind
with startling clearness. The painful catastrophe he had
just witnessed appeared effectually to have rent away the
veil which the intoxication of the evening before had raised
between himself and his memory.

So, so,said hein a hoarse and choking voiceto
Danglarsthis, then, I suppose, is a part of the trick you
were concerting yesterday? All I can say is, that if it be
so, 'tis an ill turn, and well deserves to bring double evil
on those who have projected it.

Nonsense,returned DanglarsI tell you again I have
nothing whatever to do with it; besides, you know very well
that I tore the paper to pieces.

No, you did not!answered Caderousseyou merely threw it
by -- I saw it lying in a corner.

Hold your tongue, you fool! -- what should you know about
it? -- why, you were drunk!

Where is Fernand?inquired Caderousse.

How do I know?replied Danglars; "goneas every prudent
man ought to beto look after his own affairsmost likely.
Never mind where he islet you and I go and see what is to
be done for our poor friends."

During this conversationDantesafter having exchanged a

cheerful shake of the hand with all his sympathizing
friendshad surrendered himself to the officer sent to
arrest himmerely sayingMake yourselves quite easy, my
good fellows, there is some little mistake to clear up,
that's all, depend upon it; and very likely I may not have
to go so far as the prison to effect that.

Oh, to be sure!responded Danglarswho had now approached
the groupnothing more than a mistake, I feel quite

Dantes descended the staircasepreceded by the magistrate
and followed by the soldiers. A carriage awaited him at the
door; he got infollowed by two soldiers and the
magistrateand the vehicle drove off towards Marseilles.

Adieu, adieu, dearest Edmond!cried Mercedesstretching
out her arms to him from the balcony.

The prisoner heard the crywhich sounded like the sob of a
broken heartand leaning from the coach he called out
Good-by, Mercedes -- we shall soon meet again!Then the
vehicle disappeared round one of the turnings of Fort Saint

Wait for me here, all of you!cried M. Morrel; "I will
take the first conveyance I findand hurry to Marseilles
whence I will bring you word how all is going on."

That's right!exclaimed a multitude of voicesgo, and
return as quickly as you can!

This second departure was followed by a long and fearful
state of terrified silence on the part of those who were
left behind. The old father and Mercedes remained for some
time aparteach absorbed in grief; but at length the two
poor victims of the same blow raised their eyesand with a
simultaneous burst of feeling rushed into each other's arms.

Meanwhile Fernand made his appearancepoured out for
himself a glass of water with a trembling hand; then hastily
swallowing itwent to sit down at the first vacant place
and this wasby mere chanceplaced next to the seat on
which poor Mercedes had fallen half faintingwhen released
from the warm and affectionate embrace of old Dantes.
Instinctively Fernand drew back his chair.

He is the cause of all this misery -- I am quite sure of
it,whispered Caderoussewho had never taken his eyes off
Fernandto Danglars.

I don't think so,answered the other; he's too stupid to
imagine such a scheme. I only hope the mischief will fall
upon the head of whoever wrought it."

You don't mention those who aided and abetted the deed,
said Caderousse.

Surely,answered Danglarsone cannot be held responsible
for every chance arrow shot into the air.

You can, indeed, when the arrow lights point downward on
somebody's head.

Meantime the subject of the arrest was being canvassed in
every different form.

What think you, Danglars,said one of the partyturning
towards himof this event?

Why,replied heI think it just possible Dantes may have
been detected with some trifling article on board ship
considered here as contraband.

But how could he have done so without your knowledge,
Danglars, since you are the ship's supercargo?

Why, as for that, I could only know what I was told
respecting the merchandise with which the vessel was laden.
I know she was loaded with cotton, and that she took in her
freight at Alexandria from Pastret's warehouse, and at
Smyrna from Pascal's; that is all I was obliged to know, and
I beg I may not be asked for any further particulars.

Now I recollect,said the afflicted old father; "my poor
boy told me yesterday he had got a small case of coffeeand
another of tobacco for me!"

There, you see,exclaimed Danglars. "Now the mischief is
out; depend upon it the custom-house people went rummaging
about the ship in our absenceand discovered poor Dantes'
hidden treasures."

Mercedeshoweverpaid no heed to this explanation of her
lover's arrest. Her griefwhich she had hitherto tried to
restrainnow burst out in a violent fit of hysterical

Come, come,said the old manbe comforted, my poor
child; there is still hope!

Hope!repeated Danglars.

Hope!faintly murmured Fernandbut the word seemed to die
away on his pale agitated lipsand a convulsive spasm
passed over his countenance.

Good news! good news!shouted forth one of the party
stationed in the balcony on the lookout. "Here comes M.
Morrel back. No doubtnowwe shall hear that our friend is

Mercedes and the old man rushed to meet the shipowner and
greeted him at the door. He was very pale.

What news?exclaimed a general burst of voices.

Alas, my friends,replied M. Morrelwith a mournful shake
of his headthe thing has assumed a more serious aspect
than I expected.

Oh, indeed -- indeed, sir, he is innocent!sobbed forth

That I believe!answered M. Morrel; "but still he is
charged" -

With what?inquired the elder Dantes.

With being an agent of the Bonapartist faction!Many of
our readers may be able to recollect how formidable such an
accusation became in the period at which our story is dated.

A despairing cry escaped the pale lips of Mercedes; the old
man sank into a chair.

Ah, Danglars!whispered Caderousseyou have deceived me
-- the trick you spoke of last night has been played; but I
cannot suffer a poor old man or an innocent girl to die of
grief through your fault. I am determined to tell them all
about it.

Be silent, you simpleton!cried Danglarsgrasping him by
the armor I will not answer even for your own safety. Who
can tell whether Dantes be innocent or guilty? The vessel
did touch at Elba, where he quitted it, and passed a whole
day in the island. Now, should any letters or other
documents of a compromising character be found upon him,
will it not be taken for granted that all who uphold him are
his accomplices?

With the rapid instinct of selfishnessCaderousse readily
perceived the solidity of this mode of reasoning; he gazed
doubtfullywistfullyon Danglarsand then caution
supplanted generosity.

Suppose we wait a while, and see what comes of it,said
hecasting a bewildered look on his companion.

To be sure!answered Danglars. "Let us waitby all means.
If he be innocentof course he will be set at liberty; if
guiltywhyit is no use involving ourselves in a

Let us go, then. I cannot stay here any longer.

With all my heart!replied Danglarspleased to find the
other so tractable. "Let us take ourselves out of the way
and leave things for the present to take their course."

After their departureFernandwho had now again become the
friend and protector of Mercedesled the girl to her home
while the friends of Dantes conducted the now half-fainting
man back to his abode.

The rumor of Edmond arrest as a Bonapartist agent was not
slow in circulating throughout the city.

Could you ever have credited such a thing, my dear
Danglars?asked M. Morrelason his return to the port
for the purpose of gleaning fresh tidings of Dantesfrom M.
de Villefortthe assistant procureurhe overtook his
supercargo and Caderousse. "Could you have believed such a
thing possible?"

Why, you know I told you,replied Danglarsthat I
considered the circumstance of his having anchored at the
Island of Elba as a very suspicious circumstance.

And did you mention these suspicions to any person beside

Certainly not!returned Danglars. Then added in a low
whisperYou understand that, on account of your uncle, M.
Policar Morrel, who served under the other government, and
who does not altogether conceal what he thinks on the
subject, you are strongly suspected of regretting the
abdication of Napoleon. I should have feared to injure both
Edmond and yourself, had I divulged my own apprehensions to
a soul. I am too well aware that though a subordinate, like
myself, is bound to acquaint the shipowner with everything
that occurs, there are many things he ought most carefully
to conceal from all else.

'Tis well, Danglars -- 'tis well!replied M. Morrel. "You
are a worthy fellow; and I had already thought of your
interests in the event of poor Edmond having become captain
of the Pharaon."

Is it possible you were so kind?

Yes, indeed; I had previously inquired of Dantes what was
his opinion of you, and if he should have any reluctance to
continue you in your post, for somehow I have perceived a
sort of coolness between you.

And what was his reply?

That he certainly did think he had given you offence in an
affair which he merely referred to without entering into
particulars, but that whoever possessed the good opinion and
confidence of the ship's owner would have his preference

The hypocrite!murmured Danglars.

Poor Dantes!said Caderousse. "No one can deny his being a
noble-hearted young fellow."

But meanwhile,continued M. Morrelhere is the Pharaon
without a captain.

Oh,replied Danglarssince we cannot leave this port for
the next three months, let us hope that ere the expiration
of that period Dantes will be set at liberty.

No doubt; but in the meantime?

I am entirely at your service, M. Morrel,answered
Danglars. "You know that I am as capable of managing a ship
as the most experienced captain in the service; and it will
be so far advantageous to you to accept my servicesthat
upon Edmond's release from prison no further change will be
requisite on board the Pharaon than for Dantes and myself
each to resume our respective posts."

Thanks, Danglars -- that will smooth over all difficulties.
I fully authorize you at once to assume the command of the
Pharaon, and look carefully to the unloading of her freight.
Private misfortunes must never be allowed to interfere with

Be easy on that score, M. Morrel; but do you think we shall
be permitted to see our poor Edmond?

I will let you know that directly I have seen M. de

Villefort, whom I shall endeavor to interest in Edmond's
favor. I am aware he is a furious royalist; but, in spite of
that, and of his being king's attorney, he is a man like
ourselves, and I fancy not a bad sort of one.

Perhaps not,replied Danglars; "but I hear that he is
ambitionsand that's rather against him."

Well, well,returned M. Morrelwe shall see. But now
hasten on board, I will join you there ere long.So saying
the worthy shipowner quitted the two alliesand proceeded
in the direction of the Palais de Justice.

You see,said Danglarsaddressing Caderoussethe turn
things have taken. Do you still feel any desire to stand up
in his defence?

Not the slightest, but yet it seems to me a shocking thing
that a mere joke should lead to such consequences.

But who perpetrated that joke, let me ask? neither you nor
myself, but Fernand; you knew very well that I threw the
paper into a corner of the room -- indeed, I fancied I had
destroyed it.

Oh, no,replied Caderoussethat I can answer for, you
did not. I only wish I could see it now as plainly as I saw
it lying all crushed and crumpled in a corner of the arbor.

Well, then, if you did, depend upon it, Fernand picked it
up, and either copied it or caused it to be copied; perhaps,
even, he did not take the trouble of recopying it. And now I
think of it, by Heavens, he may have sent the letter itself!
Fortunately, for me, the handwriting was disguised.

Then you were aware of Dantes being engaged in a

Not I. As I before said, I thought the whole thing was a
joke, nothing more. It seems, however, that I have
unconsciously stumbled upon the truth.

Still,argued CaderousseI would give a great deal if
nothing of the kind had happened; or, at least, that I had
had no hand in it. You will see, Danglars, that it will turn
out an unlucky job for both of us.

Nonsense! If any harm come of it, it should fall on the
guilty person; and that, you know, is Fernand. How can we be
implicated in any way? All we have got to do is, to keep our
own counsel, and remain perfectly quiet, not breathing a
word to any living soul; and you will see that the storm
will pass away without in the least affecting us.

Amen!responded Caderoussewaving his hand in token of
adieu to Danglarsand bending his steps towards the Allees
de Meillanmoving his head to and froand muttering as he
wentafter the manner of one whose mind was overcharged
with one absorbing idea.

So far, then,said Danglarsmentallyall has gone as I
would have it. I am, temporarily, commander of the Pharaon,
with the certainty of being permanently so, if that fool of
a Caderousse can be persuaded to hold his tongue. My only

fear is the chance of Dantes being released. But, there, he
is in the hands of Justice; and,added he with a smile
she will take her own.So sayinghe leaped into a boat
desiring to be rowed on board the Pharaonwhere M. Morrel
had agreed to meet him.

Chapter 6
The Deputy Procureur du Roi.

In one of the aristocratic mansions built by Puget in the
Rue du Grand Cours opposite the Medusa fountaina second
marriage feast was being celebratedalmost at the same hour
with the nuptial repast given by Dantes. In this case
howeveralthough the occasion of the entertainment was
similarthe company was strikingly dissimilar. Instead of a
rude mixture of sailorssoldiersand those belonging to
the humblest grade of lifethe present assembly was
composed of the very flower of Marseilles society--
magistrates who had resigned their office during the
usurper's reign; officers who had deserted from the imperial
army and joined forces with Conde; and younger members of
familiesbrought up to hate and execrate the man whom five
years of exile would convert into a martyrand fifteen of
restoration elevate to the rank of a god.

The guests were still at tableand the heated and energetic
conversation that prevailed betrayed the violent and
vindictive passions that then agitated each dweller of the
Southwhere unhappilyfor five centuries religious strife
had long given increased bitterness to the violence of party

The emperornow king of the petty Island of Elbaafter
having held sovereign sway over one-half of the world
counting as his subjects a small population of five or six
thousand souls-- after having been accustomed to hear the
Vive Napoleonsof a hundred and twenty millions of human
beingsuttered in ten different languages-- was looked
upon here as a ruined manseparated forever from any fresh
connection with France or claim to her throne.

The magistrates freely discussed their political views; the
military part of the company talked unreservedly of Moscow
and Leipsicwhile the women commented on the divorce of
Josephine. It was not over the downfall of the manbut over
the defeat of the Napoleonic ideathat they rejoicedand
in this they foresaw for themselves the bright and cheering
prospect of a revivified political existence.

An old mandecorated with the cross of Saint Louisnow
rose and proposed the health of King Louis XVIII. It was the
Marquis de Saint-Meran. This toastrecalling at once the
patient exile of Hartwell and the peace-loving King of
Franceexcited universal enthusiasm; glasses were elevated
in the air a l'Anglaisand the ladiessnatching their
bouquets from their fair bosomsstrewed the table with
their floral treasures. In a wordan almost poetical fervor

Ah,said the Marquise de Saint-Merana woman with a
sternforbidding eyethough still noble and distinguished
in appearancedespite her fifty years -- "ahthese

revolutionistswho have driven us from those very
possessions they afterwards purchased for a mere trifle
during the Reign of Terrorwould be compelled to ownwere
they herethat all true devotion was on our sidesince we
were content to follow the fortunes of a falling monarch
while theyon the contrarymade their fortune by
worshipping the rising sun; yesyesthey could not help
admitting that the kingfor whom we sacrificed rank
wealthand station was truly our `Louis the well-beloved'
while their wretched usurper his beenand ever will beto
them their evil geniustheir `Napoleon the accursed.' Am I
not rightVillefort?"

I beg your pardon, madame. I really must pray you to excuse
me, but -- in truth -- I was not attending to the

Marquise, marquise!interposed the old nobleman who had
proposed the toastlet the young people alone; let me tell
you, on one's wedding day there are more agreeable subjects
of conversation than dry politics.

Never mind, dearest mother,said a young and lovely girl
with a profusion of light brown hairand eyes that seemed
to float in liquid crystal'tis all my fault for seizing
upon M. de Villefort, so as to prevent his listening to what
you said. But there -- now take him -- he is your own for as
long as you like. M. Villefort, I beg to remind you my
mother speaks to you.

If the marquise will deign to repeat the words I but
imperfectly caught, I shall be delighted to answer,said M.
de Villefort.

Never mind, Renee,replied the marquisewith a look of
tenderness that seemed out of keeping with her harsh dry
features; buthowever all other feelings may be withered in
a woman's naturethere is always one bright smiling spot in
the desert of her heartand that is the shrine of maternal
love. "I forgive you. What I was sayingVillefortwas
that the Bonapartists had not our sincerityenthusiasmor

They had, however, what supplied the place of those fine
qualities,replied the young manand that was fanaticism.
Napoleon is the Mahomet of the West, and is worshipped by
his commonplace but ambitions followers, not only as a
leader and lawgiver, but also as the personification of

He!cried the marquise: "Napoleon the type of equality!
For mercy's sakethenwhat would you call Robespierre?
Comecomedo not strip the latter of his just rights to
bestow them on the Corsicanwhoto my mindhas usurped
quite enough."

Nay, madame; I would place each of these heroes on his
right pedestal -- that of Robespierre on his scaffold in the
Place Louis Quinze; that of Napoleon on the column of the
Place Vendome. The only difference consists in the opposite
character of the equality advocated by these two men; one is
the equality that elevates, the other is the equality that
degrades; one brings a king within reach of the guillotine,
the other elevates the people to a level with the throne.

Observe,said VillefortsmilingI do not mean to deny
that both these men were revolutionary scoundrels, and that
the 9th Thermidor and the 4th of April, in the year 1814,
were lucky days for France, worthy of being gratefully
remembered by every friend to monarchy and civil order; and
that explains how it comes to pass that, fallen, as I trust
he is forever, Napoleon has still retained a train of
parasitical satellites. Still, marquise, it has been so with
other usurpers -- Cromwell, for instance, who was not half
so bad as Napoleon, had his partisans and advocates.

Do you know, Villefort, that you are talking in a most
dreadfully revolutionary strain? But I excuse it, it is
impossible to expect the son of a Girondin to be free from a
small spice of the old leaven.A deep crimson suffused the
countenance of Villefort.

'Tis true, madame,answered hethat my father was a
Girondin, but he was not among the number of those who voted
for the king's death; he was an equal sufferer with yourself
during the Reign of Terror, and had well-nigh lost his head
on the same scaffold on which your father perished.

True,replied the marquisewithout wincing in the
slightest degree at the tragic remembrance thus called up;
but bear in mind, if you please, that our respective
parents underwent persecution and proscription from
diametrically opposite principles; in proof of which I may
remark, that while my family remained among the stanchest
adherents of the exiled princes, your father lost no time in
joining the new government; and that while the Citizen
Noirtier was a Girondin, the Count Noirtier became a

Dear mother,interposed Reneeyou know very well it was
agreed that all these disagreeable reminiscences should
forever be laid aside.

Suffer me, also, madame,replied Villefortto add my
earnest request to Mademoiselle de Saint-Meran's, that you
will kindly allow the veil of oblivion to cover and conceal
the past. What avails recrimination over matters wholly past
recall? For my own part, I have laid aside even the name of
my father, and altogether disown his political principles.
He was -- nay, probably may still be -- a Bonapartist, and
is called Noirtier; I, on the contrary, am a stanch
royalist, and style myself de Villefort. Let what may remain
of revolutionary sap exhaust itself and die away with the
old trunk, and condescend only to regard the young shoot
which has started up at a distance from the parent tree,
without having the power, any more than the wish, to
separate entirely from the stock from which it sprung.

Bravo, Villefort!cried the marquis; "excellently well
said! ComenowI have hopes of obtaining what I have been
for years endeavoring to persuade the marquise to promise;
namelya perfect amnesty and forgetfulness of the past."

With all my heart,replied the marquise; "let the past be
forever forgotten. I promise you it affords me as little
pleasure to revive it as it does you. All I ask isthat
Villefort will be firm and inflexible for the future in his
political principles. RememberalsoVillefortthat we
have pledged ourselves to his majesty for your fealty and

strict loyaltyand that at our recommendation the king
consented to forget the pastas I do" (and here she
extended to him her hand) -- "as I now do at your entreaty.
But bear in mindthat should there fall in your way any one
guilty of conspiring against the governmentyou will be so
much the more bound to visit the offence with rigorous
punishmentas it is known you belong to a suspected

Alas, madame,returned Villefortmy profession, as well
as the times in which we live, compels me to be severe. I
have already successfully conducted several public
prosecutions, and brought the offenders to merited
punishment. But we have not done with the thing yet.

Do you, indeed, think so?inquired the marquise.

I am, at least, fearful of it. Napoleon, in the Island of
Elba, is too near France, and his proximity keeps up the
hopes of his partisans. Marseilles is filled with half-pay
officers, who are daily, under one frivolous pretext or
other, getting up quarrels with the royalists; from hence
arise continual and fatal duels among the higher classes of
persons, and assassinations in the lower.

You have heard, perhaps,said the Comte de Salvieuxone
of M. de Saint-Meran's oldest friendsand chamberlain to
the Comte d'Artoisthat the Holy Alliance purpose removing
him from thence?

Yes; they were talking about it when we left Paris,said

M. de Saint-Meran; "and where is it decided to transfer
To Saint Helena.

For heaven's sake, where is that?asked the marquise.

An island situated on the other side of the equator, at
least two thousand leagues from here,replied the count.

So much the better. As Villefort observes, it is a great
act of folly to have left such a man between Corsica, where
he was born, and Naples, of which his brother-in-law is
king, and face to face with Italy, the sovereignty of which
he coveted for his son.

Unfortunately,said Villefortthere are the treaties of
1814, and we cannot molest Napoleon without breaking those

Oh, well, we shall find some way out of it,responded M.
de Salvieux. "There wasn't any trouble over treaties when it
was a question of shooting the poor Duc d'Enghien."

Well,said the marquiseit seems probable that, by the
aid of the Holy Alliance, we shall be rid of Napoleon; and
we must trust to the vigilance of M. de Villefort to purify
Marseilles of his partisans. The king is either a king or no
king; if he be acknowledged as sovereign of France, he
should be upheld in peace and tranquillity; and this can
best be effected by employing the most inflexible agents to
put down every attempt at conspiracy -- 'tis the best and
surest means of preventing mischief.

Unfortunately, madame,answered Villefortthe strong arm
of the law is not called upon to interfere until the evil
has taken place.

Then all he has got to do is to endeavor to repair it.

Nay, madame, the law is frequently powerless to effect
this; all it can do is to avenge the wrong done.

Oh, M. de Villefort,cried a beautiful young creature
daughter to the Comte de Salvieuxand the cherished friend
of Mademoiselle de Saint-Merando try and get up some
famous trial while we are at Marseilles. I never was in a
law-court; I am told it is so very amusing!

Amusing, certainly,replied the young maninasmuch as,
instead of shedding tears as at the fictitious tale of woe
produced at a theatre, you behold in a law-court a case of
real and genuine distress -- a drama of life. The prisoner
whom you there see pale, agitated, and alarmed, instead of
-- as is the case when a curtain falls on a tragedy -- going
home to sup peacefully with his family, and then retiring to
rest, that he may recommence his mimic woes on the morrow,
-- is removed from your sight merely to be reconducted to
his prison and delivered up to the executioner. I leave you
to judge how far your nerves are calculated to bear you
through such a scene. Of this, however, be assured, that
should any favorable opportunity present itself, I will not
fail to offer you the choice of being present.

For shame, M. de Villefort!said Reneebecoming quite
pale; "don't you see how you are frightening us? -- and yet
you laugh."

What would you have? 'Tis like a duel. I have already
recorded sentence of death, five or six times, against the
movers of political conspiracies, and who can say how many
daggers may be ready sharpened, and only waiting a favorable
opportunity to be buried in my heart?

Gracious heavens, M. de Villefort,said Reneebecoming
more and more terrified; "you surely are not in earnest."

Indeed I am,replied the young magistrate with a smile;
and in the interesting trial that young lady is anxious to
witness, the case would only be still more aggravated.
Suppose, for instance, the prisoner, as is more than
probable, to have served under Napoleon -- well, can you
expect for an instant, that one accustomed, at the word of
his commander, to rush fearlessly on the very bayonets of
his foe, will scruple more to drive a stiletto into the
heart of one he knows to be his personal enemy, than to
slaughter his fellow-creatures, merely because bidden to do
so by one he is bound to obey? Besides, one requires the
excitement of being hateful in the eyes of the accused, in
order to lash one's self into a state of sufficient
vehemence and power. I would not choose to see the man
against whom I pleaded smile, as though in mockery of my
words. No; my pride is to see the accused pale, agitated,
and as though beaten out of all composure by the fire of my
eloquence.Renee uttered a smothered exclamation.

Bravo!cried one of the guests; "that is what I call

talking to some purpose."

Just the person we require at a time like the present,
said a second.

What a splendid business that last case of yours was, my
dear Villefort!remarked a third; "I mean the trial of the
man for murdering his father. Upon my wordyou killed him
ere the executioner had laid his hand upon him."

Oh, as for parricides, and such dreadful people as that,
interposed Reneeit matters very little what is done to
them; but as regards poor unfortunate creatures whose only
crime consists in having mixed themselves up in political

Why, that is the very worst offence they could possibly
commit; for, don't you see, Renee, the king is the father of
his people, and he who shall plot or contrive aught against
the life and safety of the parent of thirty-two millions of
souls, is a parricide upon a fearfully great scale?

I don't know anything about that,replied Renee; "butM.
de Villefortyou have promised me -- have you not? -always
to show mercy to those I plead for."

Make yourself quite easy on that point,answered
Villefortwith one of his sweetest smiles; "you and I will
always consult upon our verdicts."

My love,said the marquiseattend to your doves, your
lap-dogs, and embroidery, but do not meddle with what you do
not understand. Nowadays the military profession is in
abeyance and the magisterial robe is the badge of honor.
There is a wise Latin proverb that is very much in point.

Cedant arma togae,said Villefort with a bow.

I cannot speak Latin,responded the marquise.

Well,said ReneeI cannot help regretting you had not
chosen some other profession than your own -- a physician,
for instance. Do you know I always felt a shudder at the
idea of even a destroying angel?

Dear, good Renee,whispered Villefortas he gazed with
unutterable tenderness on the lovely speaker.

Let us hope, my child,cried the marquisthat M. de
Villefort may prove the moral and political physician of
this province; if so, he will have achieved a noble work.

And one which will go far to efface the recollection of his
father's conduct,added the incorrigible marquise.

Madame,replied Villefortwith a mournful smileI have
already had the honor to observe that my father has -- at
least, I hope so -- abjured his past errors, and that he is,
at the present moment, a firm and zealous friend to religion
and order -- a better royalist, possibly, than his son; for
he has to atone for past dereliction, while I have no other
impulse than warm, decided preference and conviction.
Having made this well-turned speechVillefort looked
carefully around to mark the effect of his oratorymuch as

he would have done had he been addressing the bench in open

Do you know, my dear Villefort,cried the Comte de
Salvieuxthat is exactly what I myself said the other day
at the Tuileries, when questioned by his majesty's principal
chamberlain touching the singularity of an alliance between
the son of a Girondin and the daughter of an officer of the
Duc de Conde; and I assure you he seemed fully to comprehend
that this mode of reconciling political differences was
based upon sound and excellent principles. Then the king,
who, without our suspecting it, had overheard our
conversation, interrupted us by saying, `Villefort' -observe
that the king did not pronounce the word Noirtier,
but, on the contrary, placed considerable emphasis on that
of Villefort -- `Villefort,' said his majesty, `is a young
man of great judgment and discretion, who will be sure to
make a figure in his profession; 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. I
should myself have recommended the match, had not the noble
marquis anticipated my wishes by requesting my consent to

Is it possible the king could have condescended so far as
to express himself so favorably of me?asked the enraptured

I give you his very words; and if the marquis chooses to be
candid, he will confess that they perfectly agree with what
his majesty said to him, when he went six months ago to
consult him upon the subject of your espousing his

That is true,answered the marquis.

How much do I owe this gracious prince! What is there I
would not do to evince my earnest gratitude!

That is right,cried the marquise. "I love to see you
thus. Nowthenwere a conspirator to fall into your hands
he would be most welcome."

For my part, dear mother.interposed ReneeI trust your
wishes will not prosper, and that Providence will only
permit petty offenders, poor debtors, and miserable cheats
to fall into M. de Villefort's hands, -- then I shall be

Just the same as though you prayed that a physician might
only be called upon to prescribe for headaches, measles, and
the stings of wasps, or any other slight affection of the
epidermis. If you wish to see me the king's attorney, you
must desire for me some of those violent and dangerous
diseases from the cure of which so much honor redounds to
the physician.

At this momentand as though the utterance of Villefort's
wish had sufficed to effect its accomplishmenta servant
entered the roomand whispered a few words in his ear.
Villefort immediately rose from table and quitted the room
upon the plea of urgent business; he soonhowever
returnedhis whole face beaming with delight. Renee
regarded him with fond affection; and certainly his handsome

featureslit up as they then were with more than usual fire
and animationseemed formed to excite the innocent
admiration with which she gazed on her graceful and
intelligent lover.

You were wishing just now,said Villefortaddressing her
that I were a doctor instead of a lawyer. Well, I at least
resemble the disciples of Esculapius in one thing -- that of
not being able to call a day my own, not even that of my

And wherefore were you called away just now?asked
Mademoiselle de Saint-Meranwith an air of deep interest.

For a very serious matter, which bids fair to make work for
the executioner.

How dreadful!exclaimed Reneeturning pale.

Is it possible?burst simultaneously from all who were
near enough to the magistrate to hear his words.

Why, if my information prove correct, a sort of Bonaparte
conspiracy has just been discovered.

Can I believe my ears?cried the marquise.

I will read you the letter containing the accusation, at
least,said Villefort: -

`The king's attorney is informed by a friend to the throne
and the religions institutions of his country, that one
named Edmond Dantes, mate of the ship Pharaon, this day
arrived from Smyrna, after having touched at Naples and
Porto-Ferrajo, has been the bearer of a letter from Murat to
the usurper, and again taken charge of another letter from
the usurper to the Bonapartist club in Paris. Ample
corroboration of this statement may be obtained by arresting
the above-mentioned Edmond Dantes, who either carries the
letter for Paris about with him, or has it at his father's
abode. Should it not be found in the possession of father or
son, then it will assuredly be discovered in the cabin
belonging to the said Dantes on board the Pharaon.'

But,said Reneethis letter, which, after all, is but an
anonymous scrawl, is not even addressed to you, but to the
king's attorney.

True; but that gentleman being absent, his secretary, by
his orders, opened his letters; thinking this one of
importance, he sent for me, but not finding me, took upon
himself to give the necessary orders for arresting the
accused party.

Then the guilty person is absolutely in custody?said the

Nay, dear mother, say the accused person. You know we
cannot yet pronounce him guilty.

He is in safe custody,answered Villefort; "and rely upon
itif the letter is foundhe will not be likely to be
trusted abroad againunless he goes forth under the
especial protection of the headsman."

And where is the unfortunate being?asked Renee.

He is at my house.

Come, come, my friend,interrupted the marquisedo not
neglect your duty to linger with us. You are the king's
servant, and must go wherever that service calls you.

O Villefort!cried Reneeclasping her handsand looking
towards her lover with piteous earnestnessbe merciful on
this the day of our betrothal.

The young man passed round to the side of the table where
the fair pleader satand leaning over her chair said

To give you pleasure, my sweet Renee, I promise to show all
the lenity in my power; but if the charges brought against
this Bonapartist hero prove correct, why, then, you really
must give me leave to order his head to be cut off.Renee

Never mind that foolish girl, Villefort,said the
marquise. "She will soon get over these things." So saying
Madame de Saint-Meran extended her dry bony hand to
Villefortwhowhile imprinting a son-in-law's respectful
salute on itlooked at Reneeas much as to sayI must
try and fancy 'tis your dear hand I kiss, as it should have

These are mournful auspices to accompany a betrothal,
sighed poor Renee.

Upon my word, child!exclaimed the angry marquiseyour
folly exceeds all bounds. I should be glad to know what
connection there can possibly be between your sickly
sentimentality and the affairs of the state!

O mother!murmured Renee.

Nay, madame, I pray you pardon this little traitor. I
promise you that to make up for her want of loyalty, I will
be most inflexibly severe;then casting an expressive
glance at his betrothedwhich seemed to sayFear not, for
your dear sake my justice shall be tempered with mercy,and
receiving a sweet and approving smile in returnVillefort
quitted the room.

Chapter 7
The Examination.

No sooner had Villefort left the salonthan he assumed the
grave air of a man who holds the balance of life and death
in his hands. Nowin spite of the mobility of his
countenancethe command of whichlike a finished actorhe
had carefully studied before the glassit was by no means
easy for him to assume an air of judicial severity. Except
the recollection of the line of politics his father had
adoptedand which might interfereunless he acted with the
greatest prudencewith his own careerGerard de Villefort
was as happy as a man could be. Already richhe held a high

official situationthough only twenty-seven. He was about
to marry a young and charming womanwhom he lovednot
passionatelybut reasonablyas became a deputy attorney of
the king; and besides her personal attractionswhich were
very greatMademoiselle de Saint-Meran's family possessed
considerable political influencewhich they wouldof
courseexert in his favor. The dowry of his wife amounted
to fifty thousand crownsand he hadbesidesthe prospect
of seeing her fortune increased to half a million at her
father's death. These considerations naturally gave
Villefort a feeling of such complete felicity that his mind
was fairly dazzled in its contemplation.

At the door he met the commissary of policewho was waiting
for him. The sight of this officer recalled Villefort from
the third heaven to earth; he composed his faceas we have
before describedand saidI have read the letter, sir,
and you have acted rightly in arresting this man; now inform
me what you have discovered concerning him and the

We know nothing as yet of the conspiracy, monsieur; all the
papers found have been sealed up and placed on your desk.
The prisoner himself is named Edmond Dantes, mate on board
the three-master the Pharaon, trading in cotton with
Alexandria and Smyrna, and belonging to Morrel & Son, of

Before he entered the merchant service, had he ever served
in the marines?

Oh, no, monsieur, he is very young.

How old?

Nineteen or twenty at the most.

At this momentand as Villefort had arrived at the corner
of the Rue des Conseilsa manwho seemed to have been
waiting for himapproached; it was M. Morrel.

Ah, M. de Villefort,cried heI am delighted to see you.
Some of your people have committed the strangest mistake -they
have just arrested Edmond Dantes, mate of my vessel.

I know it, monsieur,replied Villefortand I am now
going to examine him.

Oh,said Morrelcarried away by his friendshipyou do
not know him, and I do. He is the most estimable, the most
trustworthy creature in the world, and I will venture to
say, there is not a better seaman in all the merchant
service. Oh, M. de Villefort, I beseech your indulgence for

Villefortas we have seenbelonged to the aristocratic
party at MarseillesMorrel to the plebeian; the first was a
royalistthe other suspected of Bonapartism. Villefort
looked disdainfully at Morreland replied-

You are aware, monsieur, that a man may be estimable and
trustworthy in private life, and the best seaman in the
merchant service, and yet be, politically speaking, a great
criminal. Is it not true?

The magistrate laid emphasis on these wordsas if he wished
to apply them to the owner himselfwhile his eyes seemed to
plunge into the heart of one whointerceding for another
had himself need of indulgence. Morrel reddenedfor his own
conscience was not quite clear on politics; besideswhat
Dantes had told him of his interview with the grand-marshal
and what the emperor had said to himembarrassed him. He

I entreat you, M. de Villefort, be, as you always are, kind
and equitable, and give him back to us soon.This give us
sounded revolutionary in the deputy's ears.

Ah, ah,murmured heis Dantes then a member of some
Carbonari society, that his protector thus employs the
collective form? He was, if I recollect, arrested in a
tavern, in company with a great many others.Then he added
Monsieur, you may rest assured I shall perform my duty
impartially, and that if he be innocent you shall not have
appealed to me in vain; should he, however, be guilty, in
this present epoch, impunity would furnish a dangerous
example, and I must do my duty.

As he had now arrived at the door of his own housewhich
adjoined the Palais de Justicehe enteredafter having
coldly saluted the shipownerwho stoodas if petrifiedon
the spot where Villefort had left him. The ante-chamber was
full of police agents and gendarmesin the midst of whom
carefully watchedbut calm and smilingstood the prisoner.
Villefort traversed the ante-chambercast a side glance at
Dantesand taking a packet which a gendarme offered him
disappearedsayingBring in the prisoner.

Rapid as had been Villefort's glanceit had served to give
him an idea of the man he was about to interrogate. He had
recognized intelligence in the high foreheadcourage in the
dark eye and bent browand frankness in the thick lips that
showed a set of pearly teeth. Villefort's first impression
was favorable; but he had been so often warned to mistrust
first impulsesthat he applied the maxim to the impression
forgetting the difference between the two words. He stifled
thereforethe feelings of compassion that were rising
composed his featuresand sat downgrim and sombreat his
desk. An instant after Dantes entered. He was palebut calm
and collectedand saluting his judge with easy politeness
looked round for a seatas if he had been in M. Morrel's
salon. It was then that he encountered for the first time
Villefort's look-- that look peculiar to the magistrate
whowhile seeming to read the thoughts of othersbetrays
nothing of his own.

Who and what are you?demanded Villefortturning over a
pile of paperscontaining information relative to the
prisonerthat a police agent had given to him on his entry
and thatalreadyin an hour's timehad swelled to
voluminous proportionsthanks to the corrupt espionage of
which "the accused" is always made the victim.

My name is Edmond Dantes,replied the young man calmly; "I
am mate of the Pharaonbelonging to Messrs. Morrel & Son."

Your age?continued Villefort.

Nineteen,returned Dantes.

What were you doing at the moment you were arrested?

I was at the festival of my marriage, monsieur,said the
young manhis voice slightly tremulousso great was the
contrast between that happy moment and the painful ceremony
he was now undergoing; so great was the contrast between the
sombre aspect of M. de Villefort and the radiant face of

You were at the festival of your marriage?said the
deputyshuddering in spite of himself.

Yes, monsieur; I am on the point of marrying a young girl I
have been attached to for three years.Villefortimpassive
as he waswas struck with this coincidence; and the
tremulous voice of Dantessurprised in the midst of his
happinessstruck a sympathetic chord in his own bosom -- he
also was on the point of being marriedand he was summoned
from his own happiness to destroy that of another. "This
philosophic reflection thought he, will make a great
sensation at M. de Saint-Meran's;" and he arranged mentally
while Dantes awaited further questionsthe antithesis by
which orators often create a reputation for eloquence. When
this speech was arrangedVillefort 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; only,added hewith a smileI warn you
I know very little.

Have you served under the usurper?

I was about to be mustered into the Royal Marines when he

It is reported your political opinions are extreme,said
Villefortwho had never heard anything of the kindbut was
not sorry to make this inquiryas if it were an accusation.

My political opinions!replied Dantes. "AlassirI never
had any opinions. I am hardly nineteen; I know nothing; I
have no part to play. If I obtain the situation I desireI
shall owe it to M. Morrel. Thus all my opinions -- I will
not say publicbut private -- are confined to these three
sentiment-- I love my fatherI respect M. Morreland I
adore Mercedes. Thissiris all I can tell youand you
see how uninteresting it is." As Dantes spokeVillefort
gazed at his ingenuous and open countenanceand recollected
the words of Reneewhowithout knowing who the culprit
washad besought his indulgence for him. With the deputy's
knowledge of crime and criminalsevery word the young man
uttered convinced him more and more of his innocence. This
ladfor he was scarcely a man-- simplenaturaleloquent
with that eloquence of the heart never found when sought
for; full of affection for everybodybecause he was happy
and because happiness renders even the wicked good -extended
his affection even to his judgespite of

Villefort's severe look and stern accent. Dantes seemed full
of kindness.

Pardieu,said Villeforthe is a noble fellow. I hope I
shall gain Renee's favor easily by obeying the first command
she ever imposed on me. I shall have at least a pressure of
the hand in public, and a sweet kiss in private.Full of
this ideaVillefort's face became so joyousthat when he
turned to Dantesthe latterwho had watched the change on
his physiognomywas smiling also.

Sir,said Villeforthave you any enemies, at least, that
you know.

I have enemies?replied Dantes; "my position is not
sufficiently elevated for that. As for my dispositionthat
isperhapssomewhat too hasty; but I have striven to
repress it. I have had ten or twelve sailors under meand
if you question themthey will tell you that they love and
respect menot as a fatherfor I am too youngbut 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 these 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 not 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 discovering the
author of this accusation. Here is the paper; do you know
the writing?As he spokeVillefort drew the letter from
his pocketand presented it to 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. Whoever did it writes well. I am very
fortunate,added helooking gratefully at Villefortto
be examined by such a man as you; for this envious person is
a real enemy.And by the rapid glance that the young man's
eyes shot forthVillefort saw how much energy lay hid
beneath this mildness.

Now,said the deputyanswer me frankly, not as a
prisoner to a judge, but as one man to another who takes an
interest in him, what truth is there in the accusation
contained in this anonymous letter?And Villefort threw
disdainfully on his desk the letter Dantes had just given
back to him.

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. TheninternallyIf
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 the
end of the third day, feeling he was dying, he called me to
him. `My dear Dantes,' said he, `swear to perform what I am
going to tell you, for it is a matter of the deepest

`I swearcaptain' replied I.

`Well, as after my death the command devolves on you as
mate, assume the command, 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 itcaptain; but perhaps I shall not be admitted
to the grand marshal's presence as easily as you expect?'

`Here is a ring that will obtain audience of him, and
remove every difficulty,' said the captain. At these words
he gave me a ring. It was time -- two hours after 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. Everywhere 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
grand-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 undertook it because it was what my captain had bade me
do. I landed here, regulated the affairs of the vessel, and
hastened to visit my affianced bride, whom I found 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 married in an hour,
and to-morrow I intended to start for Paris, had I not been
arrested on this charge which you as well as I now see to be

Ah,said Villefortthis seems to me the truth. If you
have been culpable, it was imprudence, and this imprudence
was in obedience to the orders of your captain. Give up this
letter you have brought from Elba, and pass your word you
will appear should you be required, and go and rejoin your

I am freethensir?" 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 deputyas Dantes took his hat and

gloves. "To whom is it addressed?"

To Monsieur Noirtier, Rue Coq-Heron, Paris.Had a
thunderbolt fallen into the roomVillefort could not have
been more stupefied. He sank into his seatand hastily
turning over the packetdrew forth the fatal letterat
which he glanced with an expression of terror.

M. Noirtier, Rue Coq-Heron, No. 13,murmured hegrowing
still paler.

Yes,said Dantes; "do you know him?"

No,replied Villefort; "a faithful servant of the king
does not know conspirators."

It is a conspiracy, then?asked Danteswho after
believing himself freenow began to feel a tenfold alarm.
I have, however, already told you, sir, I was entirely
ignorant of the contents of the letter.

Yes; but you knew the name of the person to whom it was
addressed,said Villefort.

I was forced to read the address to know to whom to give

Have you shown this letter to any one?asked Villefort
becoming still more pale.

To no one, on my honor.

Everybody is ignorant that you are the bearer of a letter
from the Island of Elba, 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 darkened more and morehis white lips and
clinched teeth filled Dantes with apprehension. After
reading the letterVillefort covered his face with his

Oh,said Dantes timidlywhat is the matter?Villefort
made no answerbut raised his head at the expiration of a
few secondsand again perused the letter.

And you say that you are ignorant of the contents of this

I give you my word of honor, sir,said Dantes; "but what
is the matter? You are ill -- shall I ring for assistance?
-- shall I call?"

No,said Villefortrising hastily; "stay where you are.
It is for me to give orders hereand not you."

Monsieur,replied Dantes proudlyit was only to summon
assistance for you.

I want none; it was a temporary indisposition. Attend to
yourself; answer me.Dantes waitedexpecting a question
but in vain. Villefort fell back on his chairpassed his
hand over his browmoist with perspirationandfor the

third timeread the letter.

Oh, if he knows the contents of this!murmured heand
that Noirtier is the father of Villefort, I am lost!And he
fixed his eyes upon Edmond as if he would have penetrated
his thoughts.

Oh, it is impossible to doubt it,cried hesuddenly.

In heaven's name!cried the unhappy young manif you
doubt me, question me; I will answer you.Villefort made a
violent effortand in a tone he strove to render firm-

Sir,said heI am no longer able, as I had hoped, to
restore you immediately to liberty; before doing so, I must
consult the trial justice; what my own feeling is you
already know.

Oh, monsieur,cried Dantesyou have been rather a friend
than a judge.

Well, I must detain you some time longer, but I will strive
to make it as short as possible. The principal charge
against you is this letter, and you see-- Villefort
approached the firecast it inand waited until it was
entirely consumed.

You see, I destroy it?

Oh,exclaimed Dantesyou 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

I promise.It was Villefort who seemed to entreatand the
prisoner who reassured him.

You see,continued heglancing toward the gratewhere
fragments of burnt paper fluttered in the flamesthe
letter is destroyed; you and I alone know of its 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 earto which the officer replied by a
motion of his head.

Follow him,said Villefort to Dantes. Dantes saluted
Villefort and retired. Hardly had the door closed when
Villefort threw himself half-fainting into a chair.

Alas, alas,murmured heif the procureur himself had
been at Marseilles I should have been ruined. This accursed
letter would have destroyed all my hopes. Oh, my father,
must your past career always interfere with my successes?
Suddenly a light passed over his facea smile played round
his set mouthand his haggard eyes were fixed in thought.

This will do,said heand from this letter, which might
have ruined me, I will make my fortune. Now to the work I
have in hand.And after having assured himself that the
prisoner was gonethe deputy procureur hastened to the
house of his betrothed.

Chapter 8
The Chateau D'If.

The commissary of policeas he traversed the ante-chamber
made a sign to two gendarmeswho placed themselves one on
Dantes' right and the other on his left. A door that
communicated with the Palais de Justice was openedand they
went through a long range of gloomy corridorswhose
appearance might have made even the boldest shudder. The
Palais de Justice communicated with the prison-- a sombre
edificethat from its grated windows looks on the
clock-tower of the Accoules. After numberless windings
Dantes saw a door with an iron wicket. The commissary took
up an iron mallet and knocked thriceevery blow seeming to
Dantes as if struck on his heart. The door openedthe two
gendarmes gently pushed him forwardand the door closed
with a loud sound behind him. The air he inhaled was no
longer purebut thick and mephitic-- he was in prison. He
was conducted to a tolerably neat chamberbut grated and
barredand its appearancethereforedid not greatly alarm
him; besidesthe words of Villefortwho seemed to interest
himself so muchresounded still in his ears like a promise
of freedom. It was four o'clock when Dantes was placed in
this chamber. It wasas we have saidthe 1st of Marchand
the prisoner was soon buried in darkness. The obscurity
augmented the acuteness of his hearing; at the slightest
sound he rose and hastened to the doorconvinced they were
about to liberate himbut the sound died awayand Dantes
sank again into his seat. At lastabout ten o'clockand
just as Dantes began to despairsteps were heard in the
corridora key turned in the lockthe bolts creakedthe
massy oaken door flew openand a flood of light from two
torches pervaded the apartment. By the torchlight Dantes saw
the glittering sabres and carbines of four gendarmes. He had
advanced at firstbut stopped at 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
calmlyand placed himself in the centre of the escort. A
carriage waited at the doorthe coachman was on the box
and a police 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
forwardand having neither the power nor the intention to
resisthe mounted the stepsand was in an instant seated
inside between two gendarmes; the two others took their
places oppositeand the carriage rolled heavily over the

The prisoner glanced at the windows -- they were grated; he
had changed his prison for another that was conveying him he
knew not whither. Through the gratinghoweverDantes saw
they were passing through the Rue Caisserieand by the Rue
Saint-Laurent and the Rue Taramisto the port. Soon he saw
the lights of La Consigne.

The carriage stoppedthe officer descendedapproached the
guardhousea 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 doorwhich was lockedandwithout
speaking a wordanswered 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 firstthen he was ordered to alight and the
gendarmes on each side of him followed his example. They
advanced towards a boatwhich a custom-house officer held
by a chainnear 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 boatbetween the gendarmeswhile the officer
stationed himself at the bow; a shove sent the boat adrift
and four sturdy oarsmen impelled it rapidly towards the
Pilon. At a shout from the boatthe chain that closes the
mouth of the port was lowered and in a second they wereas
Dantes knewin 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 sighedfor
he passed before La Reservewhere he had that morning been
so happyand now through the open windows came the laughter
and revelry of a ball. Dantes folded his handsraised his
eyes to heavenand prayed fervently.

The boat continued her voyage. They had passed the Tete de
Mortewere now off the Anse du Pharoand about to double
the battery. This manoeuvre was incomprehensible 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 disciplineknew that nothing would be more
absurd than to question subordinateswho were forbidden 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
perhapsthey were going to leave him on some distant point.
He was not boundnor had they made any attempt to handcuff
him; this seemed a good augury. Besideshad not the deputy
who had been so kind to himtold him that provided he did
not pronounce the dreaded name of Noirtierhe had nothing
to apprehend? Had not Villefort in his presence destroyed
the fatal letterthe only proof against him?

He waited silentlystriving to pierce through the darkness.

They had left the Ile Ratonneauwhere the lighthouse stood
on the rightand were now opposite the Point des Catalans.
It seemed to the prisoner that he could distinguish a
feminine form on the beachfor it was there Mercedes dwelt.
How was it that a presentiment did not warn Mercedes that
her lover was within three hundred yards of her?

One light alone was visible; and Dantes saw that it came
from Mercedes' chamber. Mercedes was the only one awake in
the whole settlement. A loud cry could be heard by her. But
pride restrained him and he did not utter it. What would his
guards think if they heard him shout like a madman?

He remained silenthis eyes fixed upon the light; the boat
went onbut the prisoner 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 absorbed in thoughtthey had shipped their oars and
hoisted sail; the boat was now moving with the wind.

In spite of his repugnance to address the guardsDantes
turned to the nearest gendarmeand taking his hand-

Comrade,said heI adjure you, as a Christian and a
soldier, to tell me where we are going. I am Captain Dantes,
a loyal Frenchman, thought accused of treason; tell me where
you are conducting me, and I promise you on my honor I will
submit to my fate.

The gendarme looked irresolutely at his companionwho
returned for answer a sign that saidI 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 you 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 forwardwhen
he saw rise within a hundred yards of him the black and
frowning rock on which stands the Chateau d'If. This gloomy
fortresswhich has for more than three hundred years
furnished food for so many wild legendsseemed to Dantes
like a scaffold to a malefactor.

The Chateau d'If?cried hewhat are we going there for?
The gendarme smiled.

I am not going there to be imprisoned,said Dantes; "it is
only used for political prisoners. I have committed no
crime. Are there any magistrates or judges at the Chateau

There are only,said the gendarmea governor, a
garrison, turnkeys, and good 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 gendarme's hand as though he would crush it.

You think, then,said hethat I am taken to the Chateau
d'If to be imprisoned there?

It is probable; but there is no occasion to squeeze so

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
gendarmebut I know we are taking you to the Chateau d'If.
But what are you doing? Help, comrades, help!

By a rapid movementwhich the gendarme's practiced eye had
perceivedDantes sprang 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

Good!said the gendarmeplacing 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 levelled his carbine at Danteswho felt the muzzle

against his temple.

For a moment the idea of struggling crossed his mindand of
so ending the unexpected evil that had overtaken him. But he
bethought him of M. de Villefort's promise; andbesides
death in a boat from the hand of a gendarme seemed too
terrible. He remained motionlessbut 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 sailors leaped on shorea cord creaked as
it ran through a pulleyand Dantes guessed they were at the
end of the voyageand that they were mooring the boat.

His guardstaking him by the arms and coat-collarforced
him to riseand dragged him towards the steps that lead to
the gate of the fortresswhile the police 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; he was conscious
that he passed through a doorand that the door closed
behind him; but all this indistinctly as through a mist. He
did not even see the oceanthat terrible barrier against
freedomwhich the prisoners look upon with utter despair.

They halted for a minuteduring which he strove to collect
his thoughts. He looked around; he was in a court surrounded
by high walls; he heard the measured tread of sentinelsand
as they passed before the light he saw the barrels of their
muskets shine.

They waited upwards of ten minutes. Certain Dantes could not
escapethe gendarmes 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 gendarmesthrusting Dantes forward.

The prisoner followed his guidewho led him into a room
almost under groundwhose bare and reeking walls seemed as
though impregnated with tears; a lamp placed on a stool
illumined the apartment faintlyand showed Dantes the
features of his conductoran under-jailerill-clothedand
of sullen appearance.

Here is your chamber for to-night,said he. "It is late
and the governor is asleep. To-morrowperhapshe may
change you. In the meantime there is breadwaterand 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 placed his bread or the water -before
he had glanced towards the corner where the straw
wasthe jailer disappearedtaking with him the lamp and
closing the doorleaving stamped upon the prisoner's mind
the dim reflection of the dripping walls 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 returnedwith orders to
leave Dantes where he was. He found the prisoner in the same
positionas if fixed therehis eyes swollen with weeping.
He had passed the night standingand without sleep. The
jailer advanced; Dantes appeared not to perceive 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 chamber.

Dantes followed him with his eyesand stretched forth his
hands towards the open door; but the door closed. All his
emotion then burst forth; he cast himself on the ground
weeping bitterlyand asking himself what crime he had
committed that he was thus punished.

The day passed thus; he scarcely tasted foodbut walked
round and round the cell like a wild beast in its cage. One
thought in particular tormented him: namelythat during his
journey hither he had sat so stillwhereas he mighta
dozen timeshave plunged into the seaandthanks to his
powers of swimmingfor which he was famoushave gained the
shoreconcealed himself until the arrival of a Genoese or
Spanish vesselescaped to Spain or Italywhere Mercedes
and his father could have joined him. He had no fears as to
how he should live -- good seamen are welcome everywhere. He
spoke Italian like a Tuscanand Spanish like a Castilian;
he would have been freeand happy with Mercedes and his
fatherwhereas he was now confined in the Chateau d'If
that impregnable fortressignorant of the future destiny of
his father and Mercedes; and all this because he had trusted
to Villefort's promise. The thought was maddeningand
Dantes threw himself furiously down on his straw. The next
morning at the same hourthe jailer came again.

Well,said the jailerare 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

I do not want books, I am satisfied with my food, and do
not care to walk about; 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 Edmondif 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 worth ten sous a day to his jailerhe
replied in a more subdued tone.

What you ask is impossible; but if you are very well
behaved you will be allowed to walk about, and some day you
will meet the governor, and if he chooses to reply, that is
his affair.

But,asked Danteshow 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 jailerdo not always brood over what is
impossible, or you will be mad in a fortnight.

You think so?

Yes; we have an instance here; it was by always offering a
million of francs to 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 abbeI am not mad;
perhaps I shall bebut at presentunfortunatelyI 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 hundred crowns if, the first time you go to
Marseilles, you will seek out a young girl 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 Dantesmark this; if you refuse at least to
tell Mercedes I am here, 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 jailerretreating and putting himself
on the defensive; "you are certainly going mad. The abbe

began like youand in three days you will be like himmad
enough to tie up; butfortunatelythere are dungeons
here." Dantes whirled the stool round his head.

All right, all right,said the jailer; "all rightsince
you will have it so. I will send word to the governor."

Very well,returned Dantesdropping the stool and sitting
on it as if he were in reality mad. The jailer went outand
returned in an instant with a corporal and four soldiers.

By the governor's orders,said heconduct 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 Danteswho followed passively.

He descended fifteen stepsand the door of a dungeon was
openedand he was thrust in. The door closedand Dantes
advanced with outstretched hands until he touched 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 utterly mad.

Chapter 9
The Evening of the Betrothal.

Villefort hadas we have saidhastened back to Madame de
Saint-Meran's in the Place du Grand Coursand on entering
the house found that the guests whom he had left at table
were taking coffee in the salon. Renee waswith all the
rest of the companyanxiously awaiting himand his
entrance was followed by a general 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

Has the Corsican ogre broken loose?cried a third.

Marquise,said Villefortapproaching his future
mother-in-lawI request your pardon for thus leaving you.
Will the marquis honor me by a few moments' private

Ah, it is really a serious matter, then?asked the
marquisremarking the cloud on Villefort's brow.

So serious that I must take leave of you for a few days;
so,added heturning to Reneejudge for yourself if it
be not important.

You are going to leave us?cried Reneeunable to hide her
emotion at this unexpected announcement.

Alas,returned VillefortI 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 them.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 armand they left the salon.

Well,asked heas soon as they were by themselvestell
me what it is?

An affair of the greatest importance, that demands my
immediate presence in Paris. 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

But how can I sell out here?

You have it broker, have you not?


Then give me a letter to him, and tell him to sell out
without an instant's delay, perhaps even now I shall arrive
too late.

The deuce you say!replied the marquislet us lose no
time, then!

Andsitting downhe wrote a letter to his brokerordering
him to sell out at the market price.

Now, then,said Villefortplacing the letter in his
pocketbookI must have another!

To whom?

To the king.

To the king?


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 want a letter that will enable me to
reach the king's presence without all the formalities 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 himself. I tell you,
marquis, my fortune is made if I only reach the Tuileries
the first, for the king will not forget the service I do

In that case go and get ready. I will call Salvieux and
make him write the letter.

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 leave on such a day with great

You will find them both here, and can make your farewells
in person.

A thousand thanks -- and now for the letter.

The marquis ranga 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 apartmentbut reflecting that
the sight of the deputy procureur running through the
streets would be enough to throw the whole city into
confusionhe resumed his ordinary pace. At his door he
perceived a figure in the shadow that seemed to wait for
him. It was Mercedeswhohearing no news of her loverhad
come unobserved to inquire after him.

As Villefort drew nearshe advanced and stood before him.
Dantes had spoken of Mercedesand Villefort instantly
recognized her. Her beauty and high bearing surprised him
and when she inquired what had become of her loverit
seemed to him that she was the judgeand he the accused.

The young man you speak of,said Villefort abruptlyis a
great criminal. and I can do nothing for him, mademoiselle.
Mercedes burst into tearsandas Villefort strove to pass
heragain addressed him.

But, at least, tell me where he is, that I may know whether
he is alive or dead,said she.

I do not know; he is no longer in my hands,replied

And desirous of putting an end to the interviewhe pushed
by herand closed the dooras if to exclude the pain he
felt. But remorse is not thus banished; like Virgil's
wounded herohe carried the arrow in his woundand
arrived at the salonVillefort uttered a sigh that was
almost a soband sank into a chair.

Then the first pangs of an unending torture seized upon his

heart. The man he sacrificed to his ambitionthat innocent
victim immolated on the altar of his father's faults
appeared to him pale and threateningleading his affianced
bride by the handand bringing with him remorsenot such
as the ancients figuredfurious and terriblebut that slow
and consuming agony whose pangs are intensified from hour to
hour up to the very moment of death. Then he had a moment's
hesitation. He had frequently called for capital punishment
on criminalsand owing to his irresistible eloquence they
had been condemnedand yet the slightest shadow of remorse
had never clouded Villefort's browbecause they were
guilty; at leasthe believed so; but here was an innocent
man whose happiness he had destroyed: in this case he was
not the judgebut the executioner.

As he thus reflectedhe felt the sensation we have
describedand which had hitherto been unknown to himarise
in his bosomand fill him with vague apprehensions. It is
thus that a wounded man trembles instinctively at the
approach of the finger to his wound until it be healedbut
Villefort's was one of those that never closeor if they
doonly close to reopen more agonizing than ever. If at
this moment the sweet voice of Renee had sounded in his ears
pleading for mercyor the fair Mercedes had entered and
saidIn the name of God, I conjure you to restore me my
affianced husband,his cold and trembling hands would have
signed his release; but no voice broke the stillness of the
chamberand the door was opened only by Villefort's valet
who came to tell him that the travelling carriage was in

Villefort roseor rather sprangfrom his chairhastily
opened one of the drawers of his deskemptied all the gold
it contained into his pocketstood motionless an instant
his hand pressed to his headmuttered a few inarticulate
soundsand thenperceiving that his servant had placed his
cloak on his shouldershe sprang into the carriage
ordering the postilions to drive to M. de Saint-Meran's. The
hapless Dantes was doomed.

As the marquis had promisedVillefort found the marquise
and Renee in waiting. He started when he saw Reneefor he
fancied she was again about to plead for Dantes. Alasher
emotions were wholly personal: she was thinking only of
Villefort's departure.

She loved Villefortand he left her at the moment he was
about to become her husband. Villefort knew not when he
should returnand Reneefar from pleading for 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
Catalansand had despairingly cast herself on her couch.
Fernandkneeling by her sidetook her handand covered it
with kisses that Mercedes did not even feel. She passed the
night thus. The lamp went out for want of oilbut she paid
no heed to the darknessand dawn camebut she knew not
that it was day. Grief had made her blind to all but one
object -- that was Edmond.

Ah, you are there,said sheat lengthturning towards

I have not quitted you since yesterday,returned Fernand

M. Morrel had not readily given up the fight. He had learned
that Dantes had been taken to prisonand he had gone to all
his friendsand the influential persons of the city; but
the report was already in circulation that Dantes was
arrested as a Bonapartist agent; and as the most sanguine
looked upon any attempt of Napoleon to remount the throne as
impossiblehe met with nothing but refusaland had
returned home in despairdeclaring that the matter was
serious and that nothing more could be done.
Caderousse was equally restless and uneasybut instead of
seekinglike M. Morrelto aid Danteshe had shut himself
up with two bottles of black currant brandyin the hope of
drowning reflection. But he did not succeedand became too
intoxicated to fetch any more drinkand yet not so
intoxicated as to forget what had happened. With his elbows
on the table he sat between the two empty bottleswhile
spectres danced in the light of the unsnuffed candle --
spectres such as Hoffmann strews over his punch-drenched
pageslike blackfantastic dust.

Danglars alone was content and joyous -- he had got rid of
an enemy and made his own situation on the Pharaon secure.
Danglars was one of those men born with a pen behind the
earand an inkstand in place of a heart. Everything with
him was multiplication or subtraction. The life of a man was
to him of far less value than a numeralespecially whenby
taking it awayhe could increase the sum total of his own
desires. He went to bed at his usual hourand slept in

Villefortafter having received M. de Salvieux' letter
embraced Reneekissed the marquise's handand shaken that
of the marquisstarted for Paris along the Aix road.

Old Dantes was dying with anxiety to know what had become of
Edmond. But we know very well what had become of Edmond.

Chapter 10
The King's Closet at the Tuileries.

We will leave Villefort on the road to Paristravelling --
thanks to trebled fees -- with all speedand passing
through two or three apartmentsenter at the Tuileries the
little room with the arched windowso well known as having
been the favorite closet of Napoleon and Louis XVIII.and
now of Louis Philippe.

Thereseated before a walnut table he had brought with him
from Hartwelland to whichfrom one of those fancies not
uncommon to great peoplehe was particularly attachedthe
kingLouis XVIII.was carelessly listening to a man of
fifty or fifty-two years of agewith gray hair
aristocratic bearingand exceedingly gentlemanly attire
and meanwhile making a marginal note in a volume of
Gryphius's rather inaccuratebut much sought-afteredition
of Horace -- a work which 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 years of scarcity; and with a king as full
of foresight as your majesty, scarcity is not a thing to be

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 direction.Man of ability
as he wasLouis XVIII. liked a pleasant jest.

Sire,continued M. de Blacasif it only be to reassure a
faithful servant, will your majesty send into Languedoc,
Provence, and Dauphine, trusty men, who will bring you back
a faithful report as to the feeling in these three

Caninus surdis,replied the kingcontinuing the
annotations in his Horace.

Sire,replied the courtierlaughingin order that he
might seem to comprehend the quotationyour majesty may be
perfectly right in relying on the good feeling 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 kingyou with your alarms
prevent me from working.

And you, sire, prevent me from sleeping with your

Wait, my dear sir, wait a moment; for I have such a
delightful note on the Pastor quum traheret -- wait, and I
will listen to you afterwards.

There was a brief pauseduring which Louis XVIII. wrotein
a hand as small as possibleanother note on the margin of
his Horaceand then looking at the duke with the air of a
man who thinks he has an idea of his ownwhile he is only
commenting upon the idea of anothersaid-

Go on, my dear duke, go on -- I listen.

Sire,said Blacaswho had for a moment the hope of
sacrificing Villefort to his own profitI am compelled to
tell you that these are not mere rumors destitute of
foundation which thus disquiet me; but a serious-minded man,
deserving all 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 peril
threatens the king, and so I hastened to you, sire.

Mala ducis avi domum,continued Louis XVIII.still

Does your majesty wish me to drop the subject?

By no means, my dear duke; but just stretch out your hand.


Whichever you please -- there to the left.

Here, sire?

l tell you to the left, and you are looking to the right; I
mean on my left -- yes, there. You will find yesterday's
report of the minister of police. But here is M. Dandre
himself;and M. Dandreannounced by the

Come in,said Louis XVIII.with repressed smilecome
in, Baron, and tell the duke all you know -- the latest news
of M. de Bonaparte; do not conceal anything, however
serious, -- let us see, the Island of Elba is a volcano, and
we may expect to have issuing thence flaming and bristling
war -- bella, horrida bella.M. Dandre leaned very
respectfully on the back of a chair with his two handsand

Has your majesty perused yesterday's report?

Yes, yes; but tell the duke himself, who cannot find
anything, what the report contains -- give him the
particulars of what the usurper is doing in his islet.

Monsieur,said the baron to the dukeall the servants of
his majesty must approve of the latest intelligence which we
have from the Island of Elba. Bonaparte-- M. Dandre looked
at Louis XVIII.whoemployed in writing a notedid not
even raise his head. "Bonaparte continued the baron, is
mortally weariedand passes whole days in watching his
miners at work at Porto-Longone."

And scratches himself for amusement,added the king.

Scratches himself?inquired the dukewhat does your
majesty mean?

Yes, indeed, my dear duke. Did you forget that this great
man, this hero, this demigod, is attacked with a malady of
the skin which worries him to death, prurigo?

And, moreover, my dear duke,continued the minister of
policewe are almost assured that, in a very short time,
the usurper will be insane.


Raving mad; his head becomes weaker. Sometimes he weeps
bitterly, sometimes laughs boisterously, at other time he
passes hours on the seashore, flinging stones in the water

and when the flint makes `duck-and-drake' five or six times,
he appears as delighted as if he had gained another Marengo
or Austerlitz. Now, you must agree that these are
indubitable symptoms of insanity.

Or of wisdom, my dear baron -- or of wisdom,said Louis
XVIII.laughing; "the greatest captains of antiquity amused
themselves by casting pebbles into the ocean -- see
Plutarch's life of Scipio Africanus."

M. de Blacas pondered deeply between the confident monarch
and the truthful minister. Villefortwho did not choose to
reveal the whole secretlest another should reap all the
benefit of the disclosurehad yet communicated enough to
cause him the greatest uneasiness.
Well, well, Dandre,said Louis XVIII.Blacas is not yet
convinced; let us proceed, therefore, to the usurper's
conversion.The minister of police bowed.

The usurper's conversion!murmured the dukelooking at
the king and Dandrewho spoke alternatelylike Virgil's
shepherds. "The usurper converted!"

Decidedly, my dear duke.

In what way converted?

To good principles. Tell him all about it, baron.

Why, this is the way of it,said the ministerwith the
gravest air in the world: "Napoleon lately had a reviewand
as two or three of his old veterans expressed a desire to
return to Francehe gave them their dismissaland exhorted
them to `serve the good king.' These were his own wordsof
that I am certain."

Well, Blacas, what think you of this?inquired the king
triumphantlyand pausing for a moment from the voluminous
scholiast before him.

I say, sire, that the minister of police is greatly
deceived or I am; and as it is impossible it can be the
minister of police as he has the guardianship of the safety
and honor of your majesty, it is probable that I am in
error. However, sire, if I might advise, your majesty will
interrogate the person of whom I spoke to you, and I will
urge your majesty to do him this honor.

Most willingly, duke; under your auspices I will receive
any person you please, but you must not expect me to be too
confiding. Baron, have you any report more recent than this
dated the 20th February. -- this is the 4th of March?

No, sire, but I am hourly expecting one; it may have
arrived since I left my office.

Go thither, and if there be none -- well, well,continued
Louis XVIII.make one; that is the usual way, is it not?
and the king laughed facetiously.

Oh, sire,replied the ministerwe have no occasion to
invent any; every day our desks are loaded with most
circumstantial denunciations, coming from hosts of people

who hope for some return for services which they seek to
render, but cannot; they trust to fortune, and rely upon
some unexpected event in some way to justify their

Well, sir, go; said Louis XVIII.and remember that I am
waiting for you.

I will but go and return, sire; I shall be back in ten

And I, sire,said M. de Blacaswill go and find my

Wait, sir, wait,said Louis XVIII. "ReallyM. de Blacas
I must change your armorial bearings; I will give you an
eagle with outstretched wingsholding in its claws a prey
which tries in vain to escapeand bearing this device --

Sire, I listen,said De Blacasbiting his nails with

I wish to consult you on this passage, `Molli fugiens
anhelitu,you know it refers to a stag flying from a wolf.
Are you not a sportsman and a great wolf-hunter? Wellthen
what do you think of the molli anhelitu?"

Admirable, sire; but my messenger is like the stag you
refer to, for he has posted two hundred and twenty leagues
in scarcely three days.

Which is undergoing great fatigue and anxiety, my dear
duke, when we have a telegraph which transmits messages in
three or four hours, and that without getting in the least
out of breath.

Ah, sire, you recompense but badly this poor young man, who
has come so far, and with so much ardor, to give your
majesty useful information. If only for the sake of M. de
Salvieux, who recommends him to me, I entreat your majesty
to receive him graciously.

M. de Salvieux, my brother's chamberlain?

Yes, sire.

He is at Marseilles.

And writes me thence.

Does he speak to you of this conspiracy?

No; but strongly recommends M. de Villefort, and begs me to
present him to your majesty.

M. de Villefort!cried the kingis the messenger's name

M. de Villefort?
Yes, sire.

And he comes from Marseilles?

In person.

Why did you not mention his name at once?replied the
kingbetraying some uneasiness.

Sire, I thought his name was unknown to your majesty.

No, no, Blacas; he is a man of strong and elevated
understanding, ambitious, too, and, pardieu, you know his
father's name!

His father?

Yes, Noirtier.

Noirtier the Girondin? -- Noirtier the senator?

He himself.

And your majesty has employed the son of such a man?

Blacas, my friend, you have but limited comprehension. I
told you Villefort was ambitions, and to attain this
ambition Villefort would sacrifice everything, even his

Then, sire, may I present him?

This instant, duke! Where is he?

Waiting below, in my carriage.

Seek him at once.

I hasten to do so.The duke left the royal presence with
the speed of a young man; his really sincere royalism made
him youthful again. Louis XVIII. remained aloneand turning
his eyes on his half-opened Horacemuttered-

Justum et tenacem propositi virum.

M. de Blacas returned as speedily as he had departedbut in
the ante-chamber he was forced to appeal to the king's
authority. Villefort's dusty garbhis costumewhich was
not of courtly cutexcited the susceptibility of M. de
Brezewho was all astonishment at finding that this young
man had the audacity to enter before the king in such
attire. The dukehoweverovercame all difficulties with a
word -- his majesty's order; andin spite of the
protestations which the master of ceremonies made for the
honor of his office and principlesVillefort was
The king was seated in the same place where the duke had
left him. On opening the doorVillefort found himself
facing himand the young magistrate's first impulse was to

Come in, M. de Villefort,said the kingcome in.
Villefort bowedand advancing a few stepswaited until the
king should interrogate him.

M. de Villefort,said Louis XVIII.the Duc de Blacas
assures me you have some interesting information to

Sirethe duke is rightand I believe your majesty will
think it equally important."

In the first place, and before everything else, sir, is the
news as bad in your opinion as I am asked to believe?

Sire, I believe it to be most urgent, but I hope, by the
speed I have used, that it is not irreparable.

Speak as fully as you please, sir,said the kingwho
began to give way to the emotion which had showed itself in
Blacas's face and affected Villefort's voice. "Speaksir
and pray begin at the beginning; I like order in

Sire,said VillefortI will render a faithful report to
your majesty, but I must entreat your forgiveness if my
anxiety leads to some obscurity in my language.A glance at
the king after this discreet and subtle exordiumassured
Villefort of the benignity of his august auditorand he
went on: -

Sire, I have come as rapidly to Paris as possible, to
inform your majesty that I have discovered, in the exercise
of my duties, not a commonplace and insignificant plot, such
as is every day got up in the lower ranks of the people and
in the army, but an actual conspiracy -- a storm which
menaces no less than your majesty's throne. Sire, the
usurper is arming three ships, he meditates some project,
which, however mad, is yet, perhaps, terrible. At this
moment he will have left Elba, to go whither I know not, but
assuredly to attempt a landing either at Naples, or on the
coast of Tuscany, or perhaps on the shores of France. Your
majesty is well aware that the sovereign of the Island of
Elba has maintained his relations with Italy and France?

I am, sir,said the kingmuch agitated; "and recently we
have had information that the Bonapartist clubs have had
meetings in the Rue Saint-Jacques. But proceedI beg of
you. How did you obtain these details?"

Sire, they are the results of an examination which I have
made of a man of Marseilles, whom I have watched for some
time, and arrested on the day of my departure. This person,
a sailor, of turbulent character, and whom I suspected of
Bonapartism, has been secretly to the Island of Elba. There
he saw the grand-marshal, who charged him with an oral
message to a Bonapartist in Paris, whose name I could not
extract from him; but this mission was to prepare men's
minds for a return (it is the man who says this, sire) -- a
return which will soon occur.

And where is this man?

In prison, sire.

And the matter seems serious to you?

So serious, sire, that when the circumstance surprised me
in the midst of a family festival, on the very day of my
betrothal, I left my bride and friends, postponing
everything, that I might hasten to lay at your majesty's
feet the fears which impressed me, and the assurance of my


True,said 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.

Yes, yes; but let us talk of this plot, M. de Villefort.

Sire, I fear it is more than a plot; I fear it is a

A conspiracy in these times,said Louis XVIII.smiling
is a thing very easy to meditate, but more difficult to
conduct to an end, inasmuch as, re-established so recently
on the throne of our ancestors, we have our eyes open at
once upon the past, the present, and the future. For the
last ten months my ministers have redoubled their vigilance,
in order to watch the shore of the Mediterranean. If
Bonaparte landed at Naples, the whole coalition would be on
foot before he could even reach Piomoino; if he land in
Tuscany, he will be in an unfriendly territory; if he land
in France, it must be with a handful of men, and the result
of that is easily foretold, execrated as he is by the
population. Take courage, sir; but at the same time rely on
our royal gratitude.

Ah, here is M. Dandre!cried de Blacas. At this instant
the minister of police appeared at the doorpale
tremblingand as if ready to faint. Villefort was about to
retirebut M. de Blacastaking his handrestrained him.

Chapter 11
The Corsican Ogre.

At the sight of this agitation Louis XVIII. pushed from him
violently the table at which he was sitting.

What ails you, baron?he exclaimed. "You appear quite
aghast. Has your uneasiness anything to do with what M. de
Blacas has told meand M. de Villefort has just confirmed?"

M. de Blacas moved suddenly towards the baronbut the
fright of the courtier pleaded for the forbearance of the
statesman; and besidesas matters wereit was much more to
his advantage that the prefect of police should triumph over
him than that he should humiliate the prefect.
Sire-- stammered the baron.

Well, what is it?asked Louis XVIII. The minister of
policegiving way to an impulse of despairwas about to
throw himself at the feet of Louis XVIII.who retreated a
step and frowned.

Will you speak?he said.

Oh, sire, what a dreadful misfortune! I am, indeed, to be
pitied. I can never forgive myself!

Monsieur,said Louis XVIII.I command you to speak.

Well, sire, the usurper left Elba on the 26th February, and

landed on the 1st of March.

And where? In Italy?asked the king eagerly.

In France, sire, -- at a small port, near Antibes, in the
Gulf of Juan.

The usurper landed in France, near Antibes, in the Gulf of
Juan, two hundred and fifty leagues from Paris, on the 1st
of March, and you only acquired this information to-day, the
4th of March! Well, sir, what you tell me is impossible. You
must have received a false report, or you have gone mad.

Alas, sire, it is but too true!Louis made a gesture of
indescribable anger and alarmand then drew himself up as
if this sudden blow had struck him at the same moment in
heart and countenance.

In France!he criedthe usurper in France! Then they did
not watch over this man. Who knows? they were, perhaps, in
league with him.

Oh, sire,exclaimed the Duc de BlacasM. Dandre is not a
man to be accused of treason! Sire, we have all been blind,
and the minister of police has shared the general blindness,
that is all.

But-- said Villefortand then suddenly checking himself
he was silent; then he continuedYour pardon, sire,he
saidbowingmy zeal carried me away. Will your majesty
deign to excuse me?

Speak, sir, speak boldly,replied Louis. "You alone
forewarned us of the evil; now try and aid us with the

Sire,said Villefortthe usurper is detested in the
south; and it seems to me that if he ventured into the
south, it would be easy to raise Languedoc and Provence
against him.

Yes, assuredly,replied the minister; "but he is advancing
by Gap and Sisteron."

Advancing -- he is advancing!said Louis XVIII. "Is he
then advancing on Paris?" The minister of police maintained
a silence which was equivalent to a complete avowal.

And Dauphine, sir?inquired the kingof Villefort. "Do
you think it possible to rouse that as well as Provence?"

Sire, I am sorry to tell your majesty a cruel fact; but the
feeling in Dauphine is quite the reverse of that in Provence
or Languedoc. The mountaineers are Bonapartists, sire.

Then,murmured Louishe was well informed. And how many
men had he with him?

I do not know, sire,answered the minister of police.

What, you do not know! Have you neglected to obtain
information on that point? Of course it is of no
consequence,he addedwith a withering smile.

Sire, it was impossible to learn; the despatch simply
stated the fact of the landing and the route taken by the

And how did this despatch reach you?inquired the king.
The minister bowed his headand while a deep color
overspread his cheekshe stammered out-

By the telegraph, sire.-- Louis XVIII. advanced a step
and folded his arms over his chest as Napoleon would have

So then,he exclaimedturning pale with angerseven
conjoined and allied armies overthrew that man. A miracle of
heaven replaced me on the throne of my fathers after
five-and-twenty years of exile. I have, during those
five-and-twenty years, spared no pains to understand the
people of France and the interests which were confided to
me; and now, when I see the fruition of my wishes almost
within reach, the power I hold in my hands bursts, and
shatters me to atoms!

Sire, it is fatality!murmured the ministerfeeling that
the pressure of circumstanceshowever light a thing to
destinywas too much for any human strength to endure.

What our enemies say of us is then true. We have learnt
nothing, forgotten nothing! If I were betrayed as he was, I
would console myself; but to be in the midst of persons
elevated by myself to places of honor, who ought to watch
over me more carefully than over themselves, -- for my
fortune is theirs -- before me they were nothing -- after me
they will be nothing, and perish miserably from incapacity
-- ineptitude! Oh, yes, sir, you are right -- it is

The minister quailed before this outburst of sarcasm. M. de
Blacas wiped the moisture from his brow. Villefort smiled
within himselffor he felt his increased importance.

To fall,continued King Louiswho at the first glance had
sounded the abyss on which the monarchy hung suspended-"
to falland learn of that fall by telegraph! OhI would
rather mount the scaffold of my brotherLouis XVI.than
thus descend the staircase at the Tuileries driven away by
ridicule. Ridiculesir -- whyyou know not its power in
Franceand yet you ought to know it!"

Sire, sire,murmured the ministerfor pity's-

Approach, M. de Villefort,resumed the kingaddressing
the young manwhomotionless and breathlesswas listening
to a conversation on which depended the destiny of a
kingdom. "Approachand tell monsieur that it is possible to
know beforehand all that he has not known."

Sire, it was really impossible to learn secrets which that
man concealed from all the world.

Really impossible! Yes -- that is a great word, sir.
Unfortunately, there are great words, as there are great
men; I have measured them. Really impossible for a minister
who has an office, agents, spies, and fifteen hundred
thousand francs for secret service money, to know what is

going on at sixty leagues from the coast of France! Well,
then, see, here is a gentleman who had none of these
resources at his disposal -- a gentleman, only a simple
magistrate, who learned more than you with all your police,
and who would have saved my crown, if, like you, he had the
power of directing a telegraph.The look of the minister of
police was turned with concentrated spite on Villefortwho
bent his head in modest triumph.

I do not mean that for you, Blacas,continued Louis
XVIII.; "for if you have discovered nothingat least you
have had the good sense to persevere in your suspicions. Any
other than yourself would have considered the disclosure of

M. de Villefort insignificantor else dictated by venal
ambition These words were an allusion to the sentiments
which the minister of police had uttered with so much
confidence an hour before.
Villefort understood the king's intent. Any other person
would, perhaps, have been overcome by such an intoxicating
draught of praise; but he feared to make for himself a
mortal enemy of the police minister, although he saw that
Dandre was irrevocably lost. In fact, the minister, who, in
the plenitude of his power, had been unable to unearth
Napoleon's secret, might in despair at his own downfall
interrogate Dantes and so lay bare the motives of
Villefort's plot. Realizing this, Villefort came to the
rescue of the crest-fallen minister, instead of aiding to
crush him.

Sire said Villefort, the suddenness of this event must
prove to your majesty that the issue is in the hands of
Providence; what your majesty is pleased to attribute to me
as profound perspicacity is simply owing to chanceand I
have profited by that chancelike a good and devoted
servant -- that's all. Do not attribute to me more than I
deservesirethat your majesty may never have occasion to
recall the first opinion you have been pleased to form of
me." The minister of police thanked the young man by an
eloquent lookand Villefort understood that he had
succeeded in his design; that is to saythat without
forfeiting the gratitude of the kinghe had made a friend
of one on whomin case of necessityhe might rely.

'Tis well,resumed the king. "And nowgentlemen he
continued, turning towards M. de Blacas and the minister of
police, I have no further occasion for youand you may
retire; what now remains to do is in the department of the
minister of war."

Fortunately, sire,said M. de Blacaswe can rely on the
army; your majesty knows how every report confirms their
loyalty and attachment.

Do not mention reports, duke, to me, for I know now what
confidence to place in them. Yet, speaking of reports,
baron, what have you learned with regard to the affair in
the Rue Saint-Jacques?

The affair in the Rue Saint-Jacques!exclaimed Villefort
unable to repress an exclamation. Thensuddenly pausinghe
addedYour pardon, sire, but my devotion to your majesty
has made me forget, not the respect I have, for that is too
deeply engraved in my heart, but the rules of etiquette.

Go on, go on, sir,replied the king; "you have to-day
earned the right to make inquiries here."

Sire,interposed the minister of policeI came a moment
ago to give your majesty fresh information which I had
obtained on this head, when your majesty's attention was
attracted by the terrible event that has occurred in the
gulf, and now these facts will cease to interest your

On the contrary, sir, -- on the contrary,said Louis
XVIII.this affair seems to me to have a decided
connection with that which occupies our attention, and the
death of General Quesnel will, perhaps, put us on the direct
track of a great internal conspiracy.At the name of
General QuesnelVillefort trembled.

Everything points to the conclusion, sire,said the
minister of policethat death was not the result of
suicide, as we first believed, but of assassination. General
Quesnel, it appears, had just left a Bonapartist club when
he disappeared. An unknown person had been with him that
morning, and made an appointment with him in the Rue
Saint-Jacques; unfortunately, the general's valet, who was
dressing his hair at the moment when the stranger entered,
heard the street mentioned, but did not catch the number.
As the police minister related this to the kingVillefort
who looked as if his very life hung on the speaker's lips
turned alternately red and pale. The king looked towards

Do you not think with me, M. de Villefort, that General
Quesnel, whom they believed attached to the usurper, but who
was really entirely devoted to me, has perished the victim
of a Bonapartist ambush?

It is probable, sire,replied Villefort. "But is this all
that is known?"

They are on the track of the man who appointed the meeting
with him.

On his track?said Villefort.

Yes, the servant has given his description. He is a man of
from fifty to fifty-two years of age, dark, with black eyes
covered with shaggy eyebrows, and a thick mustache. He was
dressed in a blue frock-coat, buttoned up to the chin, and
wore at his button-hole the rosette of an officer of the
Legion of Honor. Yesterday a person exactly corresponding
with this description was followed, but he was lost sight of
at the corner of the Rue de la Jussienne and the Rue
Coq-Heron.Villefort leaned on the back of an arm-chair
for as the minister of police went on speaking he felt his
legs bend under him; but when he learned that the unknown
had escaped the vigilance of the agent who followed himhe
breathed again.

Continue to seek for this man, sir,said the king to the
minister of police; "for ifas I am all but convinced
General Quesnelwho would have been so useful to us at this
momenthas been murderedhis assassinsBonapartists or
notshall be cruelly punished." It required all Villefort's

coolness not to betray the terror with which this
declaration of the king inspired him.

How strange,continued the kingwith some asperity; "the
police think that they have disposed of the whole matter
when they say`A murder has been committed' and especially
so when they can add`And we are on the track of the guilty

Sire, your majesty will, I trust, be amply satisfied on
this point at least.

We shall see. I will no longer detain you, M. de Villefort,
for you must be fatigued after so long a journey; go and
rest. Of course you stopped at your father's?A feeling of
faintness came over Villefort.

No, sire,he repliedI alighted at the Hotel de Madrid,
in the Rue de Tournon.

But you have seen him?

Sire, I went straight to the Duc de Blacas.

But you will see him, then?

I think not, sire.

Ah, I forgot,said Louissmiling in a manner which proved
that all these questions were not made without a motive; "I
forgot you and M. Noirtier are not on the best terms
possibleand that is another sacrifice made to the royal
causeand for which you should be recompensed."

Sire, the kindness your majesty deigns to evince towards me
is a recompense which so far surpasses my utmost ambition
that I have nothing more to ask for.

Never mind, sir, we will not forget you; make your mind
easy. In the meanwhile(the king here detached the cross of
the Legion of Honor which he usually wore over his blue
coatnear the cross of St. Louisabove the order of
Notre-Dame-du-Mont-Carmel and St. Lazareand gave it to
Villefort) -- "in the meanwhile take this cross."

Sire,said Villefortyour majesty mistakes; this is an
officer's cross.

Ma foi,said Louis XVIII.take it, such as it is, for I
have not the time to procure you another. Blacas, let it be
your care to see that the brevet is made out and sent to M.
de Villefort.Villefort's eyes were filled with tears of
joy and pride; he took the cross and kissed it.

And now,he saidmay I inquire what are the orders with
which your majesty deigns to honor me?

Take what rest you require, and remember that if you are
not able to serve me here in Paris, you may be of the
greatest service to me at Marseilles.

Sire,replied Villefortbowingin an hour I shall have
quitted Paris.

Go, sir,said the king; "and should I forget you (kings'
memories are short)do not be afraid to bring yourself to
my recollection. Baronsend for the minister of war.

Ah, sir,said the minister of police to Villefortas they
left the Tuileriesyou entered by luck's door -- your
fortune is made.

Will it be long first?muttered Villefortsaluting the
ministerwhose career was endedand looking about him for
a hackney-coach. One passed at the momentwhich he hailed;
he gave his address to the driverand springing inthrew
himself on the seatand gave loose to dreams of ambition.

Ten minutes afterwards Villefort reached his hotelordered
horses to be ready in two hoursand asked to have his
breakfast brought to him. He was about to begin his repast
when the sound of the bell rang sharp and loud. The valet
opened the doorand Villefort heard some one speak his

Who could know that I was here already?said the young
man. The valet entered.

Well,said Villefortwhat is it? -- Who rang? -- Who
asked for me?

A stranger who will not send in his name.

A stranger who will not send in his name! What can he want
with me?

He wishes to speak to you.

To me?


Did he mention my name?


What sort of person is he?

Why, sir, a man of about fifty.

Short or tall?

About your own height, sir.

Dark or fair?

Dark, -- very dark; with black eyes, black hair, black

And how dressed?asked Villefort quickly.

In a blue frock-coat, buttoned up close, decorated with the
Legion of Honor.

It is he!said Villefortturning pale.

Eh, pardieu,said the individual whose description we have

twice givenentering the doorwhat a great deal of
ceremony! Is it the custom in Marseilles for sons to keep
their fathers waiting in their anterooms?

Father!cried Villefortthen I was not deceived; I felt
sure it must be you.

Well, then, if you felt so sure,replied the new-comer
putting his cane in a corner and his hat on a chairallow
me to say, my dear Gerard, that it was not very filial of
you to keep me waiting at the door.

Leave us, Germain,said Villefort. The servant quitted the
apartment with evident signs of astonishment.

Chapter 12
Father and Son.

M. Noirtier -- for it wasindeedhe who entered -- looked
after the servant until the door was closedand then
fearingno doubtthat he might be overheard in the
ante-chamberhe opened the door againnor was the
precaution uselessas appeared from the rapid retreat of
Germainwho proved that he was not exempt from the sin
which ruined our first parents. M. Noirtier then took the
trouble to close and bolt the ante-chamber doorthen that
of the bed-chamberand then extended his hand to Villefort
who had followed all his motions with surprise which he
could not conceal.
Well, now, my dear Gerard,said he to the young manwith
a very significant lookdo you know, you seem as if you
were not very glad to see me?

My dear father,said VillefortI am, on the contrary,
delighted; but I so little expected your visit, that it has
somewhat overcome me.

But, my dear fellow,replied M. Noirtierseating himself
I might say the same thing to you, when you announce to me
your wedding for the 28th of February, and on the 3rd of
March you turn up here in Paris.

And if I have come, my dear father,said Gerarddrawing
closer to M. Noirtierdo not complain, for it is for you
that I came, and my journey will be your salvation.

Ah, indeed!said M. Noirtierstretching himself out at
his ease in the chair. "Reallypray tell me all about it
for it must be interesting."

Father, you have heard speak of a certain Bonapartist club
in the Rue Saint-Jacques?

No. 53; yes, I am vice-president.

Father, your coolness makes me shudder.

Why, my dear boy, when a man has been proscribed by the
mountaineers, has escaped from Paris in a hay-cart, been
hunted over the plains of Bordeaux by Robespierre's
bloodhounds, he becomes accustomed to most things. But go

on, what about the club in the Rue Saint-Jacques?

Why, they induced General Quesnel to go there, and General
Quesnel, who quitted his own house at nine o'clock in the
evening, was found the next day in the Seine.

And who told you this fine story?

The king himself.

Well, then, in return for your story,continued Noirtier
I will tell you another.

My dear father, I think I already know what you are about
to tell me.

Ah, you have heard of the landing of the emperor?

Not so loud, father, I entreat of you -- for your own sake
as well as mine. Yes, I heard this news, and knew it even
before you could; for three days ago I posted from
Marseilles to Paris with all possible speed, half-desperate
at the enforced delay.

Three days ago? You are crazy. Why, three days ago the
emperor had not landed.

No matter, I was aware of his intention.

How did you know about it?

By a letter addressed to you from the Island of Elba.

To me?

To you; and which I discovered in the pocket-book of the
messenger. Had that letter fallen into the hands of another,
you, my dear father, would probably ere this have been
shot.Villefort's father laughed.

Come, come,said hewill the Restoration adopt imperial
methods so promptly? Shot, 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.

I burnt it, for fear that even a fragment should remain;
for that letter must have led to your condemnation.

And the destruction of your future prospects,replied
Noirtier; "yesI can easily comprehend that. But I have
nothing to fear while I have you to protect me."

I do better than that, sir -- I save you.

You do? Why, really, the thing becomes more and more
dramatic -- explain yourself.

I must refer again to the club in the Rue Saint-Jacques.

It appears that this club is rather a bore to the police.
Why didn't they search more vigilantly? they would have

They have not found; but they are on the track.

Yes, that the usual phrase; I am quite familiar with it.
When the police is at fault, it declares that it is on the
track; and the government patiently awaits the day when it
comes to say, with a sneaking air, that the track is lost.

Yes, but they have found a corpse; the general has been
killed, and in all countries they call that a murder.

A murder do you call it? why, there is nothing to prove
that the general was murdered. People are found every day in
the Seine, having thrown themselves in, or having been
drowned from not knowing how to swim.

Father, you know very well that the general was not a man
to drown himself in despair, and people do not bathe in the
Seine in the month of January. No, no, do not be deceived;
this was murder in every sense of the word.

And who thus designated it?

The king himself.

The king! I thought he was philosopher enough to allow that
there was no murder in politics. In politics, my dear
fellow, you know, as well as I do, there are no men, but
ideas -- no feelings, but interests; in politics we do not
kill a man, we only remove an obstacle, that is all. Would
you like to know how matters have progressed? Well, I will
tell you. It was thought reliance might be placed in General
Quesnel; he was recommended to us from the Island of Elba;
one of us went to him, and invited him to the Rue
Saint-Jacques, where he would find some friends. He came
there, and the plan was unfolded to him for leaving Elba,
the projected landing, etc. When he had heard and
comprehended all to the fullest extent, he replied that he
was a royalist. Then all looked at each other, -- he was
made to take an oath, and did so, but with such an ill grace
that it was really tempting Providence to swear him, and
yet, in spite of that, the general was allowed to depart
free -- perfectly free. Yet he did not return home. What
could that mean? why, my dear fellow, that on leaving us he
lost his way, that's all. A murder? really, Villefort, you
surprise me. You, a deputy procureur, to found an accusation
on such bad premises! Did I ever say to you, when you were
fulfilling your character as a royalist, and cut off the
head of one of my party, `My son, you have committed a
murder?' No, I said, `Very well, sir, you have gained the
victory; to-morrow, perchance, it will be our turn.'

But, father, take care; when our turn comes, our revenge
will be sweeping.

I do not understand you.

You rely on the usurper's return?

We do.

You are mistaken; he will not advance two leagues into the
interior of France without being followed, tracked, and
caught like a wild beast.

My dear fellow, the emperor is at this moment on the way to

Grenoble; on the 10th or 12th he will be at Lyons, and on
the 20th or 25th at Paris.

The people will rise.

Yes, to go and meet him.

He has but a handful of men with him, and armies will be
despatched against him.

Yes, to escort him into the capital. Really, my dear
Gerard, you are but a child; you think yourself well
informed because the telegraph has told you, three days
after the landing, `The usurper has landed at Cannes with
several men. He is pursued.' But where is he? what is he
doing? You do not know at all, and in this way they will
chase him to Paris, without drawing a trigger.

Grenoble and Lyons are faithful cities, and will oppose to
him an impassable barrier.

Grenoble will open her gates to him with enthusiasm -- all
Lyons will hasten to welcome him. Believe me, we are as well
informed as you, and our police are as good as your own.
Would you like a proof of it? well, you wished to conceal
your journey from me, and yet I knew of your arrival half an
hour after you had passed the barrier. You gave your
direction to no one but your postilion, yet I have your
address, and in proof I am here the very instant you are
going to sit at table. Ring, then, if you please, for a
second knife, fork, and plate, and we will dine together.

Indeed!replied Villefortlooking at his father with
astonishmentyou really do seem very well informed.

Eh? the thing is simple enough. You who are in power have
only the means that money produces -- we who are in
expectation, have those which devotion prompts.

Devotion!said Villefortwith a sneer.

Yes, devotion; for that is, I believe, the phrase for
hopeful ambition.

And Villefort's father extended his hand to the bell-rope
to summon the servant whom his son had not called. Villefort
caught his arm.

Wait, my dear father,said the young manone word more.

Say on.

However stupid the royalist police may be, they do know one
terrible thing.

What is that?

The description of the man who, on the morning of the day
when General Quesnel disappeared, presented himself at his

Oh, the admirable police have found that out, have they?
And what may be that description?

Dark complexion; hair, eyebrows, and whiskers, black; blue
frock-coat, buttoned up to the chin; rosette of an officer
of the Legion of Honor in his button-hole; a hat with wide
brim, and a cane.

Ah, ha, that's it, is it?said Noirtier; "and whythen
have they not laid hands on him?"

Because yesterday, or the day before, they lost sight of
him at the corner of the Rue Coq-Heron.

Didn't I say that your police were good for nothing?

Yes; but they may catch him yet.

True,said Noirtierlooking carelessly around himtrue,
if this person were not on his guard, as he is;and he
added with a smileHe will consequently make a few changes
in his personal appearance.At these words he roseand put
off his frock-coat and cravatwent towards a table on which
lay his son's toilet articleslathered his facetook a
razorandwith a firm handcut off the compromising
whiskers. Villefort watched him with alarm not devoid of

His whiskers cut offNoirtier gave another turn to his
hair; tookinstead of his black cravata colored
neckerchief which lay at the top of an open portmanteau; put
onin lieu of his blue and high-buttoned frock-coata coat
of Villefort's of dark brownand cut away in front; tried
on before the glass a narrow-brimmed hat of his son'swhich
appeared to fit him perfectlyandleaving his cane in the
corner where he had deposited ithe took up a small bamboo
switchcut the air with it once or twiceand walked about
with that easy swagger which was one of his principal

Well,he saidturning towards his wondering sonwhen
this disguise was completedwell, do you think your police
will recognize me now.

No, father,stammered Villefort; "at leastI hope not."

And now, my dear boy,continued NoirtierI rely on your
prudence to remove all the things which I leave in your

Oh, rely on me,said Villefort.

Yes, yes; and now I believe you are right, and that you
have really saved my life; be assured I will return the
favor hereafter.Villefort shook his head.

You are not convinced yet?

I hope at least, that you may be mistaken.

Shall you see the king again?


Would you pass in his eyes for a prophet?

Prophets of evil are not in favor at the court, father.

True, but some day they do them justice; and supposing a
second restoration, you would then pass for a great man.

Well, what should I say to the king?

Say this to him: `Sire, you are deceived as to the feeling
in France, as to the opinions of the towns, and the
prejudices of the army; he whom in Paris you call the
Corsican ogre, who at Nevers is styled the usurper, is
already saluted as Bonaparte at Lyons, and emperor at
Grenoble. You think he is tracked, pursued, captured; he is
advancing as rapidly as his own eagles. The soldiers you
believe to be dying with hunger, worn out with fatigue,
ready to desert, gather like atoms of snow about the rolling
ball as it hastens onward. Sire, go, leave France to its
real master, to him who acquired it, not by purchase, but by
right of conquest; go, sire, not that you incur any risk,
for your adversary is powerful enough to show you mercy, but
because it would be humiliating for a grandson of Saint
Louis to owe his life to the man of Arcola, Marengo,
Austerlitz.' Tell him this, Gerard; or, rather, tell him
nothing. Keep your journey a secret; do not boast of what
you have come to Paris to do, or have done; return with all
speed; enter Marseilles at night, and your house by the
back-door, and there remain, quiet, submissive, secret, and,
above all, inoffensive; for this time, I swear to you, we
shall act like powerful men who know their enemies. Go, my
son -- go, my dear Gerard, and by your obedience to my
paternal orders, or, if you prefer it, friendly counsels, we
will keep you in your place. This will be,added Noirtier
with a smileone means by which you may a second time save
me, if the political balance should some day take another
turn, and cast you aloft while hurling me down. Adieu, my
dear Gerard, and at your next journey alight at my door.
Noirtier left the room when he had finishedwith the same
calmness that had characterized him during the whole of this
remarkable and trying conversation. Villefortpale and
agitatedran to the windowput aside the curtainand saw
him passcool and collectedby two or three ill-looking
men at the corner of the streetwho were thereperhapsto
arrest a man with black whiskersand a blue frock-coatand
hat with broad brim.

Villefort stood watchingbreathlessuntil his father had
disappeared at the Rue Bussy. Then he turned to the various
articles he had left behind himput the black cravat and
blue frock-coat at the bottom of the portmanteauthrew the
hat into a dark closetbroke the cane into small bits and
flung it in the fireput on his travelling-capand calling
his valetchecked with a look the thousand questions he was
ready to askpaid his billsprang into his carriagewhich
was readylearned at Lyons that Bonaparte had entered
Grenobleand in the midst of the tumult which prevailed
along the roadat length reached Marseillesa prey to all
the hopes and fears which enter into the heart of man with
ambition and its first successes.

Chapter 13
The Hundred Days.

M. Noirtier was a true prophetand things progressed

rapidlyas he had predicted. Every one knows the history of
the famous return from Elbaa return which was
unprecedented in the pastand will probably remain without
a counterpart in the future.

Louis XVIII. made but a faint attempt to parry this
unexpected blow; the monarchy he had scarcely reconstructed
tottered on its precarious foundationand at a sign from
the emperor the incongruous structure of ancient prejudices
and new ideas fell to the ground. Villeforttherefore
gained nothing save the king's gratitude (which was rather
likely to injure him at the present time) and the cross of
the Legion of Honorwhich he had the prudence not to wear
although M. de Blacas had duly forwarded the brevet.

Napoleon woulddoubtlesshave deprived Villefort of his
office had it not been for Noirtierwho was all powerful at
courtand thus the Girondin of '93 and the Senator of 1806
protected him who so lately had been his protector. All
Villefort's influence barely enabled him to stifle the
secret Dantes had so nearly divulged. The king's procureur
alone was deprived of his officebeing suspected of

Howeverscarcely was the imperial power established -- that
isscarcely had the emperor re-entered the Tuileries and
begun to issue orders from the closet into which we have
introduced our readers-- he found on the table there Louis
XVIII.'s half-filled snuff-box-- scarcely had this
occurred when Marseilles beganin spite of the authorities
to rekindle the flames of civil waralways smouldering in
the southand 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.

Owing to this changethe worthy shipowner became at that
moment -- we will not say all powerfulbecause Morrel was a
prudent and rather a timid manso much sothat many of the
most zealous partisans of Bonaparte accused him of
moderation-- but sufficiently influential to make a
demand in favor of Dantes.

Villefort retained his placebut his marriage was put off
until a more favorable opportunity. If the emperor remained
on the throneGerard required a different alliance to aid
his career; if Louis XVIII. returnedthe influence of M. de
Saint-Meranlike his owncould be vastly increasedand
the marriage be still more suitable. The deputy-procureur
wasthereforethe first magistrate of Marseilleswhen one
morning his door openedand M. Morrel was announced.

Any one else would have hastened to receive him; but
Villefort was a man of abilityand he knew this would be a
sign of weakness. He made Morrel wait in the ante-chamber
although he had no one with himfor the simple reason that
the king's procureur always makes every one waitand after
passing a quarter of an hour in reading the papershe
ordered M. Morrel to be admitted.

Morrel expected Villefort would be dejected; he found him as
he had found him six weeks beforecalmfirmand full of
that glacial politenessthat most insurmountable barrier
which separates the well-bred from the vulgar man.

He had entered Villefort's office expecting that the
magistrate would tremble at the sight of him; on the
contraryhe felt a cold shudder all over him when he saw
Villefort sitting there with his elbow on his deskand his
head leaning on his hand. He stopped at the door; Villefort
gazed at him as if he had some difficulty in recognizing
him; thenafter a brief intervalduring which the honest
shipowner turned his hat in his hands-

M. Morrel, I believe?said Villefort.

Yes, sir.

Come nearer,said the magistratewith a patronizing wave
of the handand tell me to what circumstance I owe the
honor of this visit.

Do you not guess, monsieur?asked Morrel.

Not in the least; but if I can serve you in any way I shall
be delighted.

Everything depends on you.

Explain yourself, pray.

Monsieur,said Morrelrecovering his assurance as he
proceededdo you recollect that a few days before the
landing of his majesty the emperor, I came to intercede for
a young man, the mate of my ship, who was accused of being
concerned in correspondence with the Island of Elba? What
was the other day a crime is to-day a title to favor. You
then served Louis XVIII., and you did not show any favor -it
was your duty; to-day you serve Napoleon, and you ought
to protect him -- it is equally your duty; I come,
therefore, to ask what has become of him?

Villefort by a strong effort sought to control himself.
What is his name?said he. "Tell me his name."

Edmond Dantes.

Villefort would probably have rather stood opposite the
muzzle of a pistol at five-and-twenty paces than have heard
this name spoken; but he did not blanch.

Dantes,repeated heEdmond Dantes.

Yes, monsieur.Villefort opened a large registerthen
went to a tablefrom the table turned to his registersand
thenturning to Morrel-

Are you quite sure you are not mistaken, monsieur?said
hein the most natural tone in the world.

Had Morrel been a more quick-sighted manor better versed
in these mattershe would have been surprised at the king's
procureur answering him on such a subjectinstead of
referring him to the governors of the prison or the prefect
of the department. But Morreldisappointed in his
expectations of exciting fearwas conscious only of the
other's condescension. Villefort had calculated rightly.

No,said Morrel; "I am not mistaken. I have known him for
ten yearsthe last four of which he was in my service. Do
not you recollectI came about six weeks ago to plead for
clemencyas I come to-day to plead for justice. You
received me very coldly. Ohthe royalists were very severe
with the Bonapartists in those days."

Monsieur,returned VillefortI was then a royalist,
because I believed the Bourbons not only the heirs to the
throne, but the chosen of the nation. The miraculous return
of Napoleon has conquered me, the legitimate monarch is he
who is loved by his people.

That's right!cried Morrel. "I like to hear you speak
thusand I augur well for Edmond from it."

Wait a moment,said Villefortturning over the leaves of
a register; "I have it -- a sailorwho was about to marry a
young Catalan girl. I recollect now; it was a very serious

How so?

You know that when he left here he was taken to the Palais
de Justice.


I made my report to the authorities at Paris, and a week
after he was carried off.

Carried off!said Morrel. "What can they have done with

Oh, he has been taken to Fenestrelles, to Pignerol, or to
the Sainte-Marguerite islands. Some fine morning he will
return to take command of your vessel.

Come when he will, it shall be kept for him. But how is it
he is not already returned? It seems to me the first care of
government should be to set at liberty those who have
suffered for their adherence to it.

Do not be too hasty, M. Morrel,replied Villefort. "The
order of imprisonment came from high authorityand the
order for his liberation must proceed from the same source;
andas Napoleon has scarcely been reinstated a fortnight
the letters have not yet been forwarded."

But,said Morrelis there no way of expediting all these
formalities -- of releasing him from arrest?

There has been no arrest.


It is sometimes essential to government to cause a man's
disappearance without leaving any traces, so that no written
forms or documents may defeat their wishes.

It might be so under the Bourbons, but at present-

It has always been so, my dear Morrel, since the reign of
Louis XIV. The emperor is more strict in prison discipline

than even Louis himself, and the number of prisoners whose
names are not on the register is incalculable.Had Morrel
even any suspicionsso much kindness would have dispelled

Well, M. de Villefort, how would you advise me to act?
asked he.

Petition the minister.

Oh, I know what that is; the minister receives two hundred
petitions every day, and does not read three.

That is true; but he will read a petition countersigned and
presented by me.

And will you undertake to deliver it?

With the greatest pleasure. Dantes was then guilty, and now
he is innocent, and it is as much my duty to free him as it
was to condemn him.Villefort thus forestalled any danger
of an inquirywhichhowever improbable it might beif it
did take place would leave him defenceless.

But how shall I address the minister?

Sit down there,said Villefortgiving up his place to
Morreland write what I dictate.

Will you be so good?

Certainly. But lose no time; we have lost too much

That is true. Only think what the poor fellow may even now
be suffering.Villefort shuddered at the suggestion; but he
had gone too far to draw back. Dantes must be crushed to
gratify Villefort's ambition.

Villefort dictated a petitionin whichfrom an excellent
intentionno doubtDantes' patriotic services were
exaggeratedand he was made out one of the most active
agents of Napoleon's return. It was evident that at the
sight of this document the minister would instantly release
him. The petition finishedVillefort read it aloud.

That will do,said he; "leave the rest to me."

Will the petition go soon?


Countersigned by you?

The best thing I can do will be to certify the truth of the
contents of your petition.Andsitting downVillefort
wrote the certificate at the bottom.

What more is to be done?

I will do whatever is necessary.This assurance delighted
Morrelwho took leave of Villefortand hastened to
announce to old Dantes that he would soon see his son.

As for Villefortinstead of sending to Parishe carefully
preserved the petition that so fearfully compromised Dantes
in the hopes of an event that seemed not unlikely-- that
isa second restoration. Dantes remained a prisonerand
heard not the noise of the fall of Louis XVIII.'s throneor
the still more tragic destruction of the empire.

Twice during the Hundred Days had Morrel renewed his demand
and twice had Villefort soothed him with promises. At last
there was Waterlooand Morrel came no more; he had done all
that was in his powerand any fresh attempt would only
compromise himself uselessly.

Louis XVIII. remounted the throne; Villefortto whom
Marseilles had become filled with remorseful memories
sought and obtained the situation of king's procureur at
Toulouseand a fortnight afterwards he married Mademoiselle
de Saint-Meranwhose father now stood higher at court than

And so Dantesafter the Hundred Days and after Waterloo
remained in his dungeonforgotten of earth and heaven.
Danglars comprehended the full extent of the wretched fate
that overwhelmed Dantes; andwhen Napoleon returned to
Franceheafter the manner of mediocre mindstermed the
coincidencea decree of Providence.But when Napoleon
returned to ParisDanglars' heart failed himand he lived
in constant fear of Dantes' return on a mission of
vengeance. He therefore informed M. Morrel of his wish to
quit the seaand obtained a recommendation from him to a
Spanish merchantinto whose service he entered at the end
of Marchthat isten or twelve days after Napoleon's
return. He then left for Madridand was no more heard of.

Fernand understood nothing except that Dantes was absent.
What had become of him he cared not to inquire. Onlyduring
the respite the absence of his rival afforded himhe
reflectedpartly on the means of deceiving Mercedes as to
the cause of his absencepartly on plans of emigration and
abductionas from time to time he sat sad and motionless on
the summit of Cape Pharoat the spot from whence Marseilles
and the Catalans are visiblewatching for the apparition of
a young and handsome manwho was for him also the messenger
of vengeance. Fernand's mind was made up; he would shoot
Dantesand then kill himself. But Fernand was mistaken; a
man of his disposition never kills himselffor he
constantly hopes.

During this time the empire made its last conscriptionand
every man in France capable of bearing arms rushed to obey
the summons of the emperor. Fernand departed with the rest
bearing with him the terrible thought that while he was
awayhis rival would perhaps return and marry Mercedes. Had
Fernand really meant to kill himselfhe would have done so
when he parted from Mercedes. His devotionand the
compassion he showed for her misfortunesproduced the
effect they always produce on noble minds -- Mercedes had
always had a sincere regard for Fernandand this was now
strengthened by gratitude.

My brother,said she as she placed his knapsack on his
shouldersbe careful of yourself, for if you are killed, I
shall be alone in the world.These words carried a ray of
hope into Fernand's heart. Should Dantes not return

Mercedes might one day be his.

Mercedes was left alone face to face with the vast plain
that had never seemed so barrenand the sea that had never
seemed so vast. Bathed in tears she wandered about the
Catalan village. Sometimes she stood mute and motionless as
a statuelooking towards Marseillesat other times gazing
on the seaand debating as to whether it were not better to
cast herself into the abyss of the oceanand thus end her
woes. It was not want of courage that prevented her putting
this resolution into execution; but her religious feelings
came to her aid and saved her. Caderousse waslike Fernand
enrolled in the armybutbeing married and eight years
olderhe was merely sent to the frontier. Old Danteswho
was only sustained by hopelost all hope at Napoleon's
downfall. Five months after he had been separated from his
sonand almost at the hour of his arresthe breathed his
last in Mercedes' arms. M. Morrel paid the expenses of his
funeraland a few small debts the poor old man had

There was more than benevolence in this action; there was
courage; the south was aflameand to assisteven on his
death-bedthe father of so dangerous a Bonapartist as
Danteswas stigmatized as a crime.

Chapter 14
The Two Prisoners.

A year after Louis XVIII.'s restorationa visit was made by
the inspector-general of prisons. Dantes in his cell heard
the noise of preparation-- sounds that at the depth where
he lay would have been inaudible to any but the ear of a
prisonerwho could hear the plash of the drop of water that
every hour fell from the roof of his dungeon. He guessed
something uncommon was passing among the living; but he had
so long ceased to have any intercourse with the worldthat
he looked upon himself as dead.

The inspector visitedone after anotherthe cells and
dungeons of several of the prisonerswhose good behavior or
stupidity recommended them to the clemency of the
government. He inquired how they were fedand if they had
any request to make. The universal response wasthat the
fare was detestableand that they wanted to be set free.

The inspector asked if they had anything else to ask for.
They shook their heads. What could they desire beyond their
liberty? The inspector turned smilingly to the governor.

I do not know what reason government can assign for these
useless visits; when you see one prisoner, you see all, --
always the same thing, -- ill fed and innocent. Are there
any others?

Yes; the dangerous and mad prisoners are in the dungeons.

Let us visit them,said the inspector with an air of
fatigue. "We must play the farce to the end. Let us see the

Let us first send for two soldiers,said the governor.

The prisoners sometimes, through mere uneasiness of life,
and in order to be sentenced to death, commit acts of
useless violence, and you might fall a victim.

Take all needful precautions,replied the inspector.

Two soldiers were accordingly sent forand the inspector
descended a stairwayso foulso humidso darkas to be
loathsome to sightsmelland respiration.

Oh,cried the inspectorwho can live here?

A most dangerous conspirator, a man we are ordered to keep
the most strict watch over, as he is daring and resolute.

He is alone?


How long his he been there?

Nearly a year.

Was he placed here when he first arrived?

No; not until he attempted to kill the turnkey, who took
his food to him.

To kill the turnkey?

Yes, the very one who is lighting us. Is it not true,
Antoine?asked the governor.

True enough; he wanted to kill me!returned the turnkey.

He must be mad,said the inspector.

He is worse than that, -- he is a devil!returned the

Shall I complain of him?demanded the inspector.

Oh, no; it is useless. Besides, he is almost mad now, and
in another year he will be quite so.

So much the better for him, -- he will suffer less,said
the inspector. He wasas this remark showsa man full of
philanthropyand in every way fit for his office.

You are right, sir,replied the governor; "and this remark
proves that you have deeply considered the subject. Now we
have in a dungeon about twenty feet distantand to which
you descend by another stairan abbeformerly leader of a
party in Italywho has been here since 1811and in 1813 he
went madand the change is astonishing. He used to weephe
now laughs; he grew thinhe now grows fat. You had better
see himfor his madness is amusing."

I will see them both,returned the inspector; "I must
conscientiously perform my duty." This was the inspector's
first visit; he wished to display his authority.

Let us visit this one first,added he.

By all means,replied the governorand he signed to the
turnkey to open the door. At the sound of the key turning in
the lockand the creaking of the hingesDanteswho was
crouched in a corner of the dungeonwhence he could see the
ray of light that came through a narrow iron grating above
raised his head. Seeing a strangerescorted by two turnkeys
holding torches and accompanied by two soldiersand to whom
the governor spoke bareheadedDanteswho guessed the
truthand that the moment to address himself to the
superior authorities was comesprang forward with clasped

The soldiers interposed their bayonetsfor they thought
that he was about to attack the inspectorand the latter
recoiled two or three steps. Dantes saw that he was looked
upon as dangerous. Theninfusing all the humility he
possessed into his eyes and voicehe addressed the
inspectorand sought to inspire him with pity.

The inspector listened attentively; thenturning to the
governorobservedHe will become religious -- he is
already more gentle; he is afraid, and retreated before the
bayonets -- madmen are not afraid of anything; I made some
curious observations on this at Charenton.Thenturning to
the prisonerWhat is it you want?said he.

I want to know what crime I have committed -- to be tried;
and if I am guilty, to be shot; if innocent, to be set at

Are you well fed?said the inspector.

I believe so; I don't know; it's of no consequence. What
matters really, not only to me, but to officers of justice
and the king, is that an innocent man should languish in
prison, the victim of an infamous denunciation, to die here
cursing his executioners.

You are very humble to-day,remarked the governor; "you
are not so always; the other dayfor instancewhen you
tried to kill the turnkey."

It is true, sir, and I beg his pardon, for he his always
been very good to me, but I was mad.

And you are not so any longer?

No; captivity his subdued me -- I have been here so long.

So long? -- when were you arrested, then?asked the

The 28th of February, 1815, at half-past two in the

To-day is the 30th of July, 1816, -- why it is but
seventeen months.

Only seventeen months,replied Dantes. "Ohyou do not
know what is seventeen months in prison! -- seventeen ages
ratherespecially to a man wholike mehad arrived at the
summit of his ambition -- to a manwholike mewas on the
point of marrying a woman he adoredwho saw an honorable
career opened before himand who loses all in an instant -

who sees his prospects destroyedand is ignorant of the
fate of his affianced wifeand whether his aged father be
still living! Seventeen months captivity to a sailor
accustomed to the boundless oceanis a worse punishment
than human crime ever merited. Have pity on methenand
ask for menot intelligencebut a trial; not pardonbut a
verdict -- a trialsirI ask only for a trial; that
surelycannot be denied to one who is accused!"

We shall see,said the inspector; thenturning to the
governorOn my word, the poor devil touches me. You must
show me the proofs against him.

Certainly; but you will find terrible charges.

Monsieur,continued DantesI know it is not in your
power to release me; but you can plead for me -- you can
have me tried -- and that is all I ask. Let me know my
crime, and the reason why I was condemned. Uncertainty is
worse than all.

Go on with the lights,said the inspector.

Monsieur,cried DantesI can tell by your voice you are
touched with pity; tell me at least to hope.

I cannot tell you that,replied the inspector; "I can only
promise to examine into your case."

Oh, I am free -- then I am saved!

Who arrested you?

M. Villefort. See him, and hear what he says.

M. Villefort is no longer at Marseilles; he is now at

I am no longer surprised at my detention,murmured Dantes
since my only protector is removed.

Had M. de Villefort any cause of personal dislike to you?

None; on the contrary, he was very kind to me.

I can, then, rely on the notes he has left concerning you?


That is well; wait patiently, then.Dantes fell on his
kneesand prayed earnestly. The door closed; but this time
a fresh inmate was left with Dantes -- hope.

Will you see the register at once,asked the governoror
proceed to the other cell?

Let us visit them all,said the inspector. "If I once went
up those stairs. I should never have the courage to come
down again."

Ah, this one is not like the other, and his madness is less
affecting than this one's display of reason.

What is his folly?

He fancies he possesses an immense treasure. The first year
he offered government a million of francs for his release;
the second, two; the third, three; and so on progressively.
He is now in his fifth year of captivity; he will ask to
speak to you in private, and offer you five millions.

How curious! -- what is his name?

The Abbe Faria.

No. 27,said the inspector.

It is here; unlock the door, Antoine.The turnkey obeyed
and the inspector gazed curiously into the chamber of the
mad abbe.

In the centre of the cellin a circle traced with a
fragment of plaster detached from the wallsat a man whose
tattered garments scarcely covered him. He was drawing in
this circle geometrical linesand seemed as much absorbed
in his problem as Archimedes was when the soldier of
Marcellus slew him.

He did not move at the sound of the doorand continued his
calculations until the flash of the torches lighted up with
an unwonted glare the sombre walls of his cell; then
raising his headhe perceived with astonishment the number
of persons present. He hastily seized the coverlet of his
bedand wrapped it round him.

What is it you want?said the inspector.

I, monsieur,replied the abbe with an air of surprise -"
I want nothing."

You do not understand,continued the inspector; "I am sent
here by government to visit the prisonand hear the
requests of the prisoners."

Oh, that is different,cried the abbe; "and we shall
understand each otherI hope."

There, now,whispered the governorit is just as I told

Monsieur,continued the prisonerI am the Abbe Faria,
born at Rome. I was for twenty years Cardinal Spada's
secretary; I was arrested, why, I know not, toward the
beginning of the year 1811; since then I have demanded my
liberty from the Italian and French government.

Why from the French government?

Because I was arrested at Piombino, and I presume that,
like Milan and Florence, Piombino has become the capital of
some French department.

Ah,said the inspectoryou have not the latest news from

My information dates from the day on which I was arrested,
returned the Abbe Faria; "and as the emperor had created the
kingdom of Rome for his infant sonI presume that he has

realized the dream of Machiavelli and Caesar Borgiawhich
was to make Italy a united kingdom."

Monsieur,returned the inspectorprovidence has changed
this gigantic plan you advocate so warmly.

It is the only means of rendering Italy strong, happy, and

Very possibly; only I am not come to discuss politics, but
to inquire if you have anything to ask or to complain of.

The food is the same as in other prisons, -- that is, very
bad; the lodging is very unhealthful, but, on the whole,
passable for a dungeon; but it is not that which I wish to
speak of, but a secret I have to reveal of the greatest

We are coming to the point,whispered the governor.

It is for that reason I am delighted to see you,continued
the abbealthough you have disturbed me in a most
important calculation, which, if it succeeded, would
possibly change Newton's system. Could you allow me a few
words in private.

What did I tell you?said the governor.

You knew him,returned the inspector with a smile.

What you ask is impossible, monsieur,continued he
addressing Faria.

But,said the abbeI would speak to you of a large sum,
amounting to five millions.

The very sum you named,whispered the inspector in his

However,continued Fariaseeing that the inspector was
about to departit is not absolutely necessary for us to
be alone; the governor can be present.

Unfortunately,said the governorI know beforehand what
you are about to say; it concerns your treasures, does it
not?Faria fixed his eyes on him with an expression that
would have convinced any one else of his sanity.

Of course,said he; "of what else should I speak?"

Mr. Inspector,continued the governorI can tell you the
story as well as he, for it has been dinned in my ears for
the last four or five years.

That proves,returned the abbethat you are like those
of Holy Writ, who having ears hear not, and having eyes see

My dear sir, the government is rich and does not want your
treasures,replied the inspector; "keep them until you are
liberated." The abbe's eyes glistened; he seized the
inspector's hand.

But what if I am not liberated,cried heand am detained

here until my death? this treasure will be lost. Had not
government better profit by it? I will offer six millions,
and I will content myself with the rest, if they will only
give me my liberty.

On my word,said the inspector in a low tonehad I not
been told beforehand that this man was mad, I should believe
what he says.

I am not mad,replied Fariawith that acuteness of
hearing peculiar to prisoners. "The treasure I speak of
really existsand I offer to sign an agreement with youin
which I promise to lead you to the spot where you shall dig;
and if I deceive youbring me here again-- I ask no

The governor laughed. "Is the spot far from here?"

A hundred leagues.

It is not ill-planned,said the governor. "If all the
prisoners took it into their heads to travel a hundred
leaguesand their guardians consented to accompany them
they would have a capital chance of escaping."

The scheme is well known,said the inspector; "and the
abbe's plan has not even the merit of originality."

Then turning to Faria -- "I inquired if you are well fed?"
said he.

Swear to me,replied Fariato free me if what I tell you
prove true, and I will stay here while you go to the spot.

Are you well fed?repeated the inspector.

Monsieur, you run no risk, for, as I told you, I will stay
here; so there is no chance of my escaping.

You do not reply to my question,replied the inspector

Nor you to mine,cried the abbe. "You will not accept my
gold; I will keep it for myself. You refuse me my liberty;
God will give it me." And the abbecasting away his
coverletresumed his placeand continued his calculations.

What is he doing there?said the inspector.

Counting his treasures,replied the governor.

Faria replied to this sarcasm with a glance of profound
contempt. They went out. The turnkey closed the door behind

He was wealthy once, perhaps?said the inspector.

Or dreamed he was, and awoke mad.

After all,said the inspectorif he had been rich, he
would not have been here.So the matter ended for the Abbe
Faria. He remained in his celland this visit only
increased the belief in his insanity.

Caligula or Nerothose treasure-seekersthose desirers of
the impossiblewould have accorded to the poor wretchin
exchange for his wealththe liberty he so earnestly prayed
for. But the kings of modern timesrestrained by the limits
of mere probabilityhave neither courage nor desire. They
fear the ear that hears their ordersand the eye that
scrutinizes their actions. Formerly they believed themselves
sprung from Jupiterand shielded by their birth; but
nowadays they are not inviolable.

It has always been against the policy of despotic
governments to suffer the victims of their persecutions to
reappear. As the Inquisition rarely allowed its victims to
be seen with their limbs distorted and their flesh lacerated
by tortureso madness is always concealed in its cellfrom
whenceshould it departit is conveyed to some gloomy
hospitalwhere the doctor has no thought for man or mind in
the mutilated being the jailer delivers to him. The very
madness of the Abbe Fariagone mad in prisoncondemned him
to perpetual captivity.

The inspector kept his word with Dantes; he examined the
registerand found the following note concerning him: --

Edmond Dantes:

Violent Bonapartist; took an active part in the return from

The greatest watchfulness and care to be exercised.

This note was in a different hand from the restwhich
showed that it had been added since his confinement. The
inspector could not contend against this accusation; he
simply wrote-- "Nothing to be done."

This visit had infused new vigor into Dantes; he hadtill
thenforgotten the date; but nowwith a fragment of
plasterhe wrote the date30th July1816and made a mark
every dayin order not to lose his reckoning again. Days
and weeks passed awaythen months -- Dantes still waited;
he at first expected to be freed in a fortnight. This
fortnight expiredhe decided that the inspector would do
nothing until his return to Parisand that he would not
reach there until his circuit was finishedhe therefore
fixed three months; three months passed awaythen six more.
Finally ten months and a half had gone by and no favorable
change had taken placeand Dantes began to fancy the
inspector's visit but a dreaman illusion of the brain.

At the expiration of a year the governor was transferred; he
had obtained charge of the fortress at Ham. He took with him
several of his subordinatesand amongst them Dantes'
jailer. A new governor arrived; it would have been too
tedious to acquire the names of the prisoners; he learned
their numbers instead. This horrible place contained fifty
cells; their inhabitants were designated by the numbers of
their celland the unhappy young man was no longer called
Edmond Dantes -- he was now number 34.

Chapter 15
Number 34 and Number 27.

Dantes passed through all the stages of torture natural to
prisoners in suspense. He was sustained at first by that
pride of conscious innocence which is the sequence to hope;
then he began to doubt his own innocencewhich justified in
some measure the governor's belief in his mental alienation;
and thenrelaxing his sentiment of pridehe addressed his
supplicationsnot to Godbut to man. God is always the
last resource. Unfortunateswho ought to begin with Goddo
not have any hope in him till they have exhausted all other
means of deliverance.

Dantes asked to be removed from his present dungeon into
another; for a changehowever disadvantageouswas still a
changeand would afford him some amusement. He entreated to
be allowed to walk aboutto have fresh airbooksand
writing materials. His requests were not grantedbut he
went on asking all the same. He accustomed himself to
speaking to the new jaileralthough the latter wasif
possiblemore taciturn than the old one; but stillto
speak to a maneven though mutewas something. Dantes
spoke for the sake of hearing his own voice; he had tried to
speak when alonebut the sound of his voice terrified him.
Oftenbefore his captivityDantesmind had revolted at
the idea of assemblages of prisonersmade up of thieves
vagabondsand murderers. He now wished to be amongst them
in order to see some other face besides that of his jailer;
he sighed for the galleyswith the infamous costumethe
chainand the brand on the shoulder. The galley-slaves
breathed the fresh air of heavenand saw each other. They
were very happy. He besought the jailer one day to let him
have a companionwere it even the mad abbe.

The jailerthough rough and hardened by the constant sight
of so much sufferingwas yet a man. 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; but the latter sapiently imagined
that Dantes wished to conspire or attempt an escapeand
refused his request. Dantes had exhausted all human
resourcesand he then turned to God.

All the pious ideas that had been so long forgotten
returned; he recollected the prayers his mother had taught
himand discovered a new meaning in every word; for in
prosperity prayers seem but a mere medley of wordsuntil
misfortune comes and the unhappy sufferer first understands
the meaning of the sublime language in which he invokes the
pity of heaven! He prayedand prayed aloudno longer
terrified at the sound of his own voicefor he fell into a
sort of ecstasy. He laid every action of his life before the
Almightyproposed tasks to accomplishand at the end of
every prayer introduced the entreaty oftener addressed to
man than to God: "Forgive us our trespasses as we forgive
them that trespass against us." Yet in spite of his earnest
prayersDantes remained a prisoner.

Then gloom settled heavily upon him. Dantes was a man of
great simplicity of thoughtand without education; he could
notthereforein the solitude of his dungeontraverse in
mental vision the history of the agesbring to life the
nations that had perishedand rebuild the ancient cities so
vast and stupendous in the light of the imaginationand
that pass before the eye glowing with celestial colors in

Martin's Babylonian pictures. He could not do thishe whose
past life was so shortwhose present so melancholyand his
future so doubtful. Nineteen years of light to reflect upon
in eternal darkness! No distraction could come to his aid;
his energetic spiritthat would have exalted in thus
revisiting the pastwas imprisoned like an eagle in a cage.
He clung to one idea -- that of his happinessdestroyed
without apparent causeby an unheard-of fatality; he
considered and reconsidered this ideadevoured it (so to
speak)as the implacable Ugolino devours the skull of
Archbishop Roger in the Inferno of Dante.

Rage supplanted religious fervor. Dantes uttered blasphemies
that made his jailer recoil with horrordashed himself
furiously against the walls of his prisonwreaked his anger
upon everythingand chiefly upon himselfso that the least
thing-- a grain of sanda strawor a breath of air that
annoyed himled to paroxysms of fury. Then the letter that
Villefort had showed to him recurred to his mindand every
line gleamed forth in fiery letters on the wall like the
mene tekel upharsin of Belshazzar. He told himself that it
was the enmity of manand not the vengeance of heaventhat
had thus plunged him into the deepest misery. He consigned
his unknown persecutors to the most horrible tortures he
could imagineand found them all insufficientbecause
after torture came deathand after deathif not reposeat
least the boon of unconsciousness.

By dint of constantly dwelling on the idea that tranquillity
was deathand if punishment were the end in view other
tortures than death must be inventedhe began to reflect on
suicide. Unhappy hewhoon the brink of misfortunebroods
over ideas like these!

Before him is a dead sea that stretches in azure calm before
the eye; but he who unwarily ventures within its embrace
finds himself struggling with a monster that would drag him
down to perdition. Once thus ensnaredunless the protecting
hand of God snatch him thenceall is overand his
struggles but tend to hasten his destruction. This state of
mental anguish ishoweverless terrible than the
sufferings that precede or the punishment that possibly will
follow. There is a sort of consolation at the contemplation
of the yawning abyssat the bottom of which lie darkness
and obscurity.

Edmond found some solace in these ideas. All his sorrows
all his sufferingswith their train of gloomy spectres
fled from his cell when the angel of death seemed about to
enter. Dantes reviewed his past life with composureand
looking forward with terror to his future existencechose
that middle line that seemed to afford him a refuge.

Sometimes,said hein my voyages, when I was a man and
commanded other men, I have seen the heavens overcast, the
sea rage and foam, the storm arise, and, like a monstrous
bird, beating the two horizons with its wings. Then I felt
that my vessel was a vain refuge, that trembled and shook
before the tempest. Soon the fury of the waves and the sight
of the sharp rocks announced the approach of death, and
death then terrified me, and I used all my skill and
intelligence as a man and a sailor to struggle against the
wrath of God. But I did so because I was happy, because I
had not courted death, because to be cast upon a bed of

rocks and seaweed seemed terrible, because I was unwilling
that I, a creature made for the service of God, should serve
for food to the gulls and ravens. But now it is different; I
have lost all that bound me to life, death smiles and
invites me to repose; I die after my own manner, I die
exhausted and broken-spirited, as I fall asleep when I have
paced three thousand times round my cell.

No sooner had this idea taken possession of him than he
became more composedarranged his couch to the best of his
powerate little and slept lessand found existence almost
supportablebecause he felt that he could throw it off at
pleasurelike a worn-out garment. Two methods of
self-destruction were at his disposal. He could hang himself
with his handkerchief to the window barsor refuse food and
die of starvation. But the first was repugnant to him.
Dantes had always entertained the greatest horror of
pirateswho are hung up to the yard-arm; he would not die
by what seemed an infamous death. He resolved to adopt the
secondand began that day to carry out his resolve. Nearly
four years had passed away; at the end of the second he had
ceased to mark the lapse of time.

Dantes saidI wish to die,and had chosen the manner of
his deathand fearful of changing his mindhe had taken an
oath to die. "When my morning and evening meals are
brought thought he, I will cast them out of the window
and they will think that I have eaten them."

He kept his word; twice a day he cast outthrough the
barred aperturethe provisions his jailer brought him -- at
first gaylythen with deliberationand at last with
regret. Nothing but the recollection of his oath gave him
strength to proceed. Hunger made viands once repugnantnow
acceptable; he held the plate in his hand for an hour at a
timeand gazed thoughtfully at the morsel of bad meatof
tainted fishof black and mouldy bread. It was the last
yearning for life contending with the resolution of despair;
then his dungeon seemed less sombrehis prospects less
desperate. He was still young -- he was only four or five
and twenty -- he had nearly fifty years to live. What
unforseen events might not open his prison doorand restore
him to liberty? Then he raised to his lips the repast that
like a voluntary Tantalushe refused himself; but he
thought of his oathand he would not break it. He persisted
untilat lasthe had not sufficient strength to rise and
cast his supper out of the loophole. The next morning he
could not see or hear; the jailer feared he was dangerously
ill. Edmond hoped he was dying.

Thus the day passed away. Edmond felt a sort of stupor
creeping over him which brought with it a feeling almost of
content; the gnawing pain at his stomach had ceased; his
thirst had abated; when he closed his eyes he saw myriads of
lights dancing before them like the will-o'-the-wisps that
play about the marshes. It was the twilight of that
mysterious country called Death!

Suddenlyabout nine o'clock in the eveningEdmond heard a
hollow sound in the wall against which he was lying.

So many loathsome animals inhabited the prisonthat their
noise did notin generalawake him; but whether abstinence
had quickened his facultiesor whether the noise was really

louder than usualEdmond raised his head and listened. It
was a continual scratchingas if made by a huge clawa
powerful toothor some iron instrument attacking the

Although weakenedthe young man's brain instantly responded
to the idea that haunts all prisoners -- liberty! It seemed
to him that heaven had at length taken pity on himand had
sent this noise to warn him on the very brink of the abyss.
Perhaps one of those beloved ones he had so often thought of
was thinking of himand striving to diminish the distance
that separated them.

Nonodoubtless he was deceivedand it was but one of
those dreams that forerun death!

Edmond still heard the sound. It lasted nearly three hours;
he then heard a noise of something fallingand all was

Some hours afterwards it began againnearer and more
distinct. Edmond was intensely interested. Suddenly the
jailer entered.

For a week since he had resolved to dieand during the four
days that he had been carrying out his purposeEdmond had
not spoken to the attendanthad not answered him when he
inquired what was the matter with himand turned his face
to the wall when he looked too curiously at him; but now the
jailer might hear the noise and put an end to itand so
destroy a ray of something like hope that soothed his last

The jailer brought him his breakfast. Dantes raised himself
up and began to talk about everything; about the bad quality
of the foodabout the coldness of his dungeongrumbling
and complainingin order to have an excuse for speaking
louderand wearying the patience of his jailerwho out of
kindness of heart had brought broth and white bread for his

Fortunatelyhe fancied that Dantes was delirious; and
placing the food on the rickety tablehe withdrew. Edmond
listenedand the sound became more and more distinct.

There can be no doubt about it,thought he; "it is some
prisoner who is striving to obtain his freedom. Ohif I
were only there to help him!" Suddenly another idea took
possession of his mindso used to misfortunethat it was
scarcely capable of hope -- the idea that the noise was made
by workmen the governor had ordered to repair the
neighboring dungeon.

It was easy to ascertain this; but how could he risk the
question? It was easy to call his jailer's attention to the
noiseand watch his countenance as he listened; but might
he not by this means destroy hopes far more important than
the short-lived satisfaction of his own curiosity?
UnfortunatelyEdmond's brain was still so feeble that he
could not bend his thoughts to anything in particular.

He saw but one means of restoring lucidity and clearness to
his judgment. He turned his eyes towards the soup which the
jailer had broughtrosestaggered towards itraised the

vessel to his lipsand drank off the contents with a
feeling of indescribable pleasure. He had often heard that
shipwrecked persons had died through having eagerly devoured
too much food. Edmond replaced on the table the bread he was
about to devourand returned to his couch -- he did not
wish to die. He soon felt that his ideas became again
collected -- he could thinkand strengthen his thoughts by
reasoning. Then he said to himselfI must put this to the
test, but without compromising anybody. If it is a workman,
I need but knock against the wall, and he will cease to
work, in order to find out who is knocking, and why he does
so; but as his occupation is sanctioned by the governor, he
will soon resume it. If, on the contrary, it is a prisoner,
the noise I make will alarm him, he will cease, and not
begin again until he thinks every one is asleep.

Edmond rose againbut this time his legs did not tremble
and his sight was clear; he went to a corner of his dungeon
detached a stoneand with it knocked against the wall where
the sound came. He struck thrice. At the first blow the
sound ceasedas if by magic.

Edmond listened intently; an hour passedtwo hours passed
and no sound was heard from the wall -- all was silent

Full of hopeEdmond swallowed a few mouthfuls of bread and
waterandthanks to the vigor of his constitutionfound
himself well-nigh recovered.

The day passed away in utter silence -- night came without
recurrence of the noise.

It is a prisoner,said Edmond joyfully. The night passed
in perfect silence. Edmond did not close his eyes.

In the morning the jailer brought him fresh provisions -- he
had already devoured those of the previous day; he ate these
listening anxiously for the soundwalking round and round
his cellshaking the iron bars of the loopholerestoring
vigor and agility to his limbs by exerciseand so preparing
himself for his future destiny. At intervals he listened to
learn if the noise had not begun againand grew impatient
at the prudence of the prisonerwho did not guess he had
been disturbed by a captive as anxious for liberty as

Three days passed -- seventy-two long tedious hours which he
counted off by minutes!

At length one eveningas the jailer was visiting him for
the last time that nightDanteswith his ear for the
hundredth time at the wallfancied he heard an almost
imperceptible movement among the stones. He moved away
walked up and down his cell to collect his thoughtsand
then went back and listened.

The matter was no longer doubtful. Something was at work on
the other side of the wall; the prisoner had discovered the
dangerand had substituted a lever for a chisel.

Encouraged by this discoveryEdmond determined to assist
the indefatigable laborer. He began by moving his bedand
looked around for anything with which he could pierce the

wallpenetrate the moist cementand displace a stone.

He saw nothinghe had no knife or sharp instrumentthe
window grating was of ironbut he had too often assured
himself of its solidity. All his furniture consisted of a
beda chaira tablea pailand a jug. The bed had iron
clampsbut they were screwed to the woodand it would have
required a screw-driver to take them off. The table and
chair had nothingthe pail had once possessed a handlebut
that had been removed.

Dantes had but one resourcewhich was to break the jugand
with one of the sharp fragments attack the wall. He let the
jug fall on the floorand it broke in pieces.

Dantes concealed two or three of the sharpest fragments in
his bedleaving the rest on the floor. The breaking of his
jug was too natural an accident to excite suspicion. Edmond
had all the night to work inbut in the darkness he could
not do muchand he soon felt that he was working against
something very hard; he pushed back his bedand waited for

All night he heard the subterranean workmanwho continued
to mine his way. Day camethe jailer entered. Dantes told
him that the jug had fallen from his hands while he was
drinkingand the jailer went grumblingly to fetch another
without giving himself the trouble to remove the fragments
of the broken one. He returned speedilyadvised the
prisoner to be more carefuland departed.

Dantes heard joyfully the key grate in the lock; he listened
until the sound of steps died awayand thenhastily
displacing his bedsaw by the faint light that penetrated
into his cellthat he had labored uselessly the previous
evening in attacking the stone instead of removing the
plaster that surrounded it.

The damp had rendered it friableand Dantes was able to
break it off -- in small morselsit is truebut at the end
of half an hour he had scraped off a handful; a
mathematician might have calculated that in two years
supposing that the rock was not encountereda passage
twenty feet long and two feet broadmight be formed.

The prisoner reproached himself with not having thus
employed the hours he had passed in vain hopesprayerand
despondency. During the six years that he had been
imprisonedwhat might he not have accomplished?

In three days he had succeededwith the utmost precaution
in removing the cementand exposing the stone-work. The
wall was built of rough stonesamong whichto give
strength to the structureblocks of hewn stone were at
intervals imbedded. It was one of these he had uncovered
and which he must remove from its socket.

Dantes strove to do this with his nailsbut they were too
weak. The fragments of the jug brokeand after an hour of
useless toilhe paused.

Was he to be thus stopped at the beginningand was he to
wait inactive until his fellow workman had completed his
task? Suddenly an idea occurred to him -- he smiledand the

perspiration dried on his forehead.

The jailer always brought Dantes' soup in an iron saucepan;
this saucepan contained soup for both prisonersfor Dantes
had noticed that it was either quite fullor half empty
according as the turnkey gave it to him or to his companion

The handle of this saucepan was of iron; Dantes would have
given ten years of his life in exchange for it.

The jailer was accustomed to pour the contents of the
saucepan into Dantes' plateand Dantesafter eating his
soup with a wooden spoonwashed the platewhich thus
served for every day. Now when evening came Dantes put his
plate on the ground near the door; the jaileras he
enteredstepped on it and broke it.

This time he could not blame Dantes. He was wrong to leave
it therebut the jailer was wrong not to have looked before

The jailerthereforeonly grumbled. Then he looked about
for something to pour the soup into; Dantes' entire dinner
service consisted of one plate -- there was no alternative.

Leave the saucepan,said Dantes; "you can take it away
when you bring me my breakfast." This advice was to the
jailer's tasteas it spared him the necessity of making
another trip. He left the saucepan.

Dantes was beside himself with joy. He rapidly devoured his
foodand after waiting an hourlest the jailer should
change his mind and returnhe removed his bedtook the
handle of the saucepaninserted the point between the hewn
stone and rough stones of the walland employed it as a
lever. A slight oscillation showed Dantes that all went
well. At the end of an hour the stone was extricated from
the wallleaving a cavity a foot and a half in diameter.

Dantes carefully collected the plastercarried it into the
corner of his celland covered it with earth. Thenwishing
to make the best use of his time while he had the means of
laborhe continued to work without ceasing. At the dawn of
day he replaced the stonepushed his bed against the wall
and lay down. The breakfast consisted of a piece of bread;
the jailer entered and placed the bread on the table.

Well, don't you intend to bring me another plate?said

No,replied the turnkey; "you destroy everything. First
you break your jugthen you make me break your plate; if
all the prisoners followed your examplethe government
would be ruined. I shall leave you the saucepanand pour
your soup into that. So for the future I hope you will not
be so destructive."

Dantes raised his eyes to heaven and clasped his hands
beneath the coverlet. He felt more gratitude for the
possession of this piece of iron than he had ever felt for
anything. He had noticedhoweverthat the prisoner on the
other side had ceased to labor; no matterthis was a
greater reason for proceeding -- if his neighbor would not

come to himhe would go to his neighbor. All day he toiled
on untiringlyand by the evening he had succeeded in
extracting ten handfuls of plaster and fragments of stone.
When the hour for his jailer's visit arrivedDantes
straightened the handle of the saucepan as well as he could
and placed it in its accustomed place. The turnkey poured
his ration of soup into ittogether with the fish -- for
thrice a week the prisoners were deprived of meat. This
would have been a method of reckoning timehad not Dantes
long ceased to do so. Having poured out the soupthe
turnkey retired. Dantes wished to ascertain whether his
neighbor had really ceased to work. He listened -- all was
silentas it had been for the last three days. Dantes
sighed; it was evident that his neighbor distrusted him.
Howeverhe toiled on all the night without being
discouraged; but after two or three hours he encountered an
obstacle. The iron made no impressionbut met with a smooth
surface; Dantes touched itand found that it was a beam.
This beam crossedor rather blocked upthe hole Dantes had
made; it was necessarythereforeto dig above or under it.
The unhappy young man had not thought of this. "O my Godmy
God!" murmured heI have so earnestly prayed to you, that
I hoped my prayers had been heard. After having deprived me
of my liberty, after having deprived me of death, after
having recalled me to existence, my God, have pity on me,
and do not let me die in despair!

Who talks of God and despair at the same time?said a
voice that seemed to come from beneath the earthand
deadened by the distancesounded hollow and sepulchral in
the young man's ears. Edmond's hair stood on endand he
rose to his knees.

Ah,said heI hear a human voice.Edmond had not heard
any one speak save his jailer for four or five years; and a
jailer is no man to a prisoner -- he is a living doora
barrier of flesh and blood adding strength to restraints of
oak and iron.

In the name of heaven,cried Dantesspeak again, though
the sound of your voice terrifies me. Who are you?

Who are you?said the voice.

An unhappy prisoner,replied Danteswho made no
hesitation in answering.

Of what country?

A Frenchman.

Your name?

Edmond Dantes.

Your profession?

A sailor.

How long have you been here?

Since the 28th of February, 1815.

Your crime?

I am innocent.
But of what are you accused?

Of having conspired to aid the emperor's return.

What! For the emperor's return? -- the emperor is no longer
on the throne, then?

He abdicated at Fontainebleau in 1814, and was sent to the
Island of Elba. But how long have you been here that you are
ignorant of all this?

Since 1811.

Dantes shuddered; this man had been four years longer than
himself in prison.

Do not dig any more,said the voice; "only tell me how
high up is your excavation?"

On a level with the floor.

How is it concealed?
Behind my bed.

Has your bed been moved since you have been a prisoner?

What does your chamber open on?
A corridor.

And the corridor?
On a court.

Alas!murmured the voice.
Oh, what is the matter?cried Dantes.

I have made a mistake owing to an error in my plans. I took
the wrong angle, and have come out fifteen feet from where I
intended. I took the wall you are mining for the outer wall
of the fortress.

But then you would be close to the sea?
That is what I hoped.

And supposing you had succeeded?

I should have thrown myself into the sea, gained one of the
islands near here -- the Isle de Daume or the Isle de
Tiboulen -- and then I should have been safe.

Could you have swum so far?

Heaven would have given me strength; but now all is lost.

Yes; stop up your excavation carefully, do not work any
more, and wait until you hear from me.

Tell me, at least, who you are?

I am -- I am No. 27.

You mistrust me, then,said Dantes. Edmond fancied he
heard a bitter laugh resounding from the depths.

Oh, I am a Christian,cried Dantesguessing instinctively
that this man meant to abandon him. "I swear to you by him
who died for us that naught shall induce me to breathe one
syllable to my jailers; but I conjure you do not abandon me.
If you doI swear to youfor I have got to the end of my
strengththat I will dash my brains out against the wall
and you will have my death to reproach yourself with."

How old are you? Your voice is that of a young man.

I do not know my age, for I have not counted the years I
have been here. All I do know is, that I was just nineteen
when I was arrested, the 28th of February, 1815.

Not quite twenty-six!murmured the voice; "at that age he
cannot be a traitor."

Oh, no, no,cried Dantes. "I swear to you againrather
than betray youI would allow myself to be hacked in

You have done well to speak to me, and ask for my
assistance, for I was about to form another plan, and leave
you; but your age reassures me. I will not forget you.

How long?

I must calculate our chances; I will give you the signal.

But you will not leave me; you will come to me, or you will
let me come to you. We will escape, and if we cannot escape
we will talk; you of those whom you love, and I of those
whom I love. You must love somebody?

No, I am alone in the world.

Then you will love me. If you are young, I will be your
comrade; if you are old, I will be your son. I have a father
who is seventy if he yet lives; I only love him and a young
girl called Mercedes. My father has not yet forgotten me, I
am sure, but God alone knows if she loves me still; I shall
love you as I loved my father.

It is well,returned the voice; "to-morrow."

These few words were uttered with an accent that left no
doubt of his sincerity; Dantes rosedispersed the fragments
with the same precaution as beforeand pushed his bed back
against the wall. He then gave himself up to his happiness.
He would no longer be alone. He wasperhapsabout to
regain his liberty; at the worsthe would have a companion
and captivity that is shared is but half captivity. Plaints

made in common are almost prayersand prayers where two or
three are gathered together invoke the mercy of heaven.

All day Dantes walked up and down his cell. He sat down
occasionally on his bedpressing his hand on his heart. At
the slightest noise he bounded towards the door. Once or
twice the thought crossed his mind that he might be
separated from this unknownwhom he loved already; and then
his mind was made up -- when the jailer moved his bed and
stooped to examine the openinghe would kill him with his
water jug. He would be condemned to diebut he was about to
die of grief and despair when this miraculous noise recalled
him to life.

The jailer came in the evening. Dantes was on his bed. It
seemed to him that thus he better guarded the unfinished
opening. Doubtless there was a strange expression in his
eyesfor the jailer saidCome, are you going mad again?

Dantes did not answer; he feared that the emotion of his
voice would betray him. The jailer went away shaking his
head. Night came; Dantes hoped that his neighbor would
profit by the silence to address himbut he was mistaken.
The next morninghoweverjust as he removed his bed from
the wallhe heard three knocks; he threw himself on his

Is it you?said he; "I am here."

Is your jailer gone?

Yes,said Dantes; "he will not return until the evening;
so that we have twelve hours before us."

I can work, then?said the voice.

Oh, yes, yes; this instant, I entreat you.

In a moment that part of the floor on which Dantes was
resting his two handsas he knelt with his head in the
openingsuddenly gave way; he drew back smartlywhile a
mass of stones and earth disappeared in a hole that opened
beneath the aperture he himself had formed. Then from the
bottom of this passagethe depth of which it was impossible
to measurehe saw appearfirst the headthen the
shouldersand lastly the body of a manwho sprang lightly
into his cell.

Chapter 16
A Learned Italian.

Seizing in his arms the friend so long and ardently desired
Dantes almost carried him towards the windowin order to
obtain a better view of his features by the aid of the
imperfect light that struggled through the grating.

He was a man of small staturewith hair blanched rather by
suffering and sorrow than by age. He had a deep-set
penetrating eyealmost buried beneath the thick gray
eyebrowand a long (and still black) beard reaching down to
his breast. His thin facedeeply furrowed by careand the
bold outline of his strongly marked featuresbetokened a

man more accustomed to exercise his mental faculties than
his physical strength. Large drops of perspiration were now
standing on his browwhile the garments that hung about him
were so ragged that one could only guess at the pattern upon
which they had originally been fashioned.

The stranger might have numbered sixty or sixty-five years;
but a certain briskness and appearance of vigor in his
movements made it probable that he was aged more from
captivity than the course of time. He received the
enthusiastic greeting of his young acquaintance with evident
pleasureas though his chilled affections were rekindled
and invigorated by his contact with one so warm and ardent.
He thanked him with grateful cordiality for his kindly
welcomealthough he must at that moment have been suffering
bitterly to find another dungeon where he had fondly
reckoned on discovering a means of regaining his liberty.

Let us first see,said hewhether it is possible to
remove the traces of my entrance here -- our future
tranquillity depends upon our jailers being entirely
ignorant of it.Advancing to the openinghe stooped and
raised the stone easily in spite of its weight; then
fitting it into its placehe said-

You removed this stone very carelessly; but I suppose you
had no tools to aid you.

Why,exclaimed Danteswith astonishmentdo you possess

I made myself some; and with the exception of a file, I
have all that are necessary, -- a chisel, pincers, and

Oh, how I should like to see these products of your
industry and patience.

Well, in the first place, here is my chisel.So sayinghe
displayed a sharp strong bladewith a handle made of

And with what did you contrive to make that?inquired

With one of the clamps of my bedstead; and this very tool
has sufficed me to hollow out the road by which I came
hither, a distance of about fifty feet.

Fifty feet!responded Dantesalmost terrified.

Do not speak so loud, young man -- don't speak so loud. It
frequently occurs in a state prison like this, that persons
are stationed outside the doors of the cells purposely to
overhear the conversation of the prisoners.

But they believe I am shut up alone here.

That makes no difference.

And you say that you dug your way a distance of fifty feet
to get here?

I do; that is about the distance that separates your

chamber from mine; only, unfortunately, I did not curve
aright; for want of the necessary geometrical instruments to
calculate my scale of proportion, instead of taking an
ellipsis of forty feet, I made it fifty. I expected, as I
told you, to reach the outer wall, pierce through it, and
throw myself into the sea; I have, however, kept along the
corridor on which your chamber opens, instead of going
beneath it. My labor is all in vain, for I find that the
corridor looks into a courtyard filled with soldiers.

That's true,said Dantes; "but the corridor you speak of
only bounds one side of my cell; there are three others -do
you know anything of their situation?"

This one is built against the solid rock, and it would take
ten experienced miners, duly furnished with the requisite
tools, as many years to perforate it. This adjoins the lower
part of the governor's apartments, and were we to work our
way through, we should only get into some lock-up cellars,
where we must necessarily be recaptured. The fourth and last
side of your cell faces on -- faces on -- stop a minute, now
where does it face?

The wall of which he spoke was the one in which was fixed
the loophole by which light was admitted to the chamber.
This loopholewhich gradually diminished in size as it
approached the outsideto an opening through which a child
could not have passedwasfor better securityfurnished
with three iron barsso as to quiet all apprehensions even
in the mind of the most suspicious jailer as to the
possibility of a prisoner's escape. As the stranger asked
the questionhe dragged the table beneath the window.

Climb up,said he to Dantes. The young man obeyedmounted
on the tableanddivining the wishes of his companion
placed his back securely against the wall and held out both
hands. The strangerwhom as yet Dantes knew only by the
number of his cellsprang up with an agility by no means to
be expected in a person of his yearsandlight and steady
on his feet as a cat or a lizardclimbed from the table to
the outstretched hands of Dantesand from them to his
shoulders; thenbending doublefor the ceiling of the
dungeon prevented him from holding himself erecthe managed
to slip his head between the upper bars of the windowso as
to be able to command a perfect view from top to bottom.

An instant afterwards he hastily drew back his headsaying
I thought so!and sliding from the shoulders of Dantes as
dextrously as he had ascendedhe nimbly leaped from the
table to the ground.

What was it that you thought?asked the young man
anxiouslyin his turn descending from the table.

The elder prisoner pondered the matter. "Yes said he at
length, it is so. This side of your chamber looks out upon
a kind of open gallerywhere patrols are continually
passingand sentries keep watch day and night."

Are you quite sure of that?

Certain. I saw the soldier's shape and the top of his
musket; that made me draw in my head so quickly, for I was
fearful he might also see me.

Well?inquired Dantes.

You perceive then the utter impossibility of escaping
through your dungeon?

Then,pursued the young man eagerly -

Then,answered the elder prisonerthe will of God be
done!and as the old man slowly pronounced those wordsan
air of profound resignation spread itself over his careworn
countenance. Dantes gazed on the man who could thus
philosophically resign hopes so long and ardently nourished
with an astonishment mingled with admiration.

Tell me, I entreat of you, who and what you are?said he
at length; "never have I met with so remarkable a person as

Willingly,answered the stranger; "ifindeedyou feel
any curiosity respecting onenowalaspowerless to aid
you in any way."

Say not so; you can console and support me by the strength
of your own powerful mind. Pray let me know who you really

The stranger smiled a melancholy smile. "Then listen said
he. l am the Abbe Fariaand have been imprisoned as you
know in this Chateau d'If since the year 1811; previously to
which I had been confined for three years in the fortress of
Fenestrelle. In the year 1811 I was transferred to Piedmont
in France. It was at this period I learned that the destiny
which seemed subservient to every wish formed by Napoleon
had bestowed on him a sonnamed king of Rome even in his
cradle. I was very far then from expecting the change you
have just informed me of; namelythat four years
afterwardsthis colossus of power would be overthrown. Then
who reigns in France at this moment -- Napoleon II.?"

No, Louis XVIII.

The brother of Louis XVII.! How inscrutable are the ways of
providence -- for what great and mysterious purpose has it
pleased heaven to abase the man once so elevated, and raise
up him who was so abased?

Danteswhole attention was riveted on a man who could thus
forget his own misfortunes while occupying himself with the
destinies of others.

Yes, yes,continued he'Twill be the same as it was in
England. After Charles I., Cromwell; after Cromwell, Charles
II., and then James II., and then some son-in-law or
relation, some Prince of Orange, a stadtholder who becomes a
king. Then new concessions to the people, then a
constitution, then liberty. Ah, my friend!said the abbe
turning towards Dantesand surveying him with the kindling
gaze of a prophetyou are young, you will see all this
come to pass.

Probably, if ever I get out of prison!

True,replied Fariawe are prisoners; but I forget this

sometimes, and there are even moments when my mental vision
transports me beyond these walls, and I fancy myself at

But wherefore are you here?

Because in 1807 I dreamed of the very plan Napoleon tried
to realize in 1811; because, like Machiavelli, I desired to
alter the political face of Italy, and instead of allowing
it to be split up into a quantity of petty principalities,
each held by some weak or tyrannical ruler, I sought to form
one large, compact, and powerful empire; and, lastly,
because I fancied I had found my Caesar Borgia in a crowned
simpleton, who feigned to enter into my views only to betray
me. It was the plan of Alexander VI. and Clement VII., but
it will never succeed now, for they attempted it
fruitlessly, and Napoleon was unable to complete his work.
Italy seems fated to misfortune.And the old man bowed his

Dantes could not understand a man risking his life for such
matters. Napoleon certainly he knew something ofinasmuch
as he had seen and spoken with him; but of Clement VII. and
Alexander VI. he knew nothing.

Are you not,he askedthe priest who here in the Chateau
d'If is generally thought to be -- ill?

Mad, you mean, don't you?

I did not like to say so,answered Dantessmiling.

Well, then,resumed Faria with a bitter smilelet me
answer your question in full, by acknowledging that I am the
poor mad prisoner of the Chateau d'If, for many years
permitted to amuse the different visitors with what is said
to be my insanity; and, in all probability, I should be
promoted to the honor of making sport for the children, if
such innocent beings could be found in an abode devoted like
this to suffering and despair.

Dantes remained for a short time mute and motionless; at
length he said-- "Then you abandon all hope of escape?"

I perceive its utter impossibility; and I consider it
impious to attempt that which the Almighty evidently does
not approve.

Nay, be not discouraged. Would it not be expecting too much
to hope to succeed at your first attempt? Why not try to
find an opening in another direction from that which has so
unfortunately failed?

Alas, it shows how little notion you can have of all it has
cost me to effect a purpose so unexpectedly frustrated, that
you talk of beginning over again. In the first place, I was
four years making the tools I possess, and have been two
years scraping and digging out earth, hard as granite
itself; then what toil and fatigue has it not been to remove
huge stones I should once have deemed impossible to loosen.
Whole days have I passed in these Titanic efforts,
considering my labor well repaid if, by night-time I had
contrived to carry away a square inch of this hard-bound
cement, changed by ages into a substance unyielding as the

stones themselves; then to conceal the mass of earth and
rubbish I dug up, I was compelled to break through a
staircase, and throw the fruits of my labor into the hollow
part of it; but the well is now so completely choked up,
that I scarcely think it would be possible to add another
handful of dust without leading to discovery. Consider also
that I fully believed I had accomplished the end and aim of
my undertaking, for which I had so exactly husbanded my
strength as to make it just hold out to the termination of
my enterprise; and now, at the moment when I reckoned upon
success, my hopes are forever dashed from me. No, I repeat
again, that nothing shall induce me to renew attempts
evidently at variance with the Almighty's pleasure.

Dantes held down his headthat the other might not see how
joy at the thought of having a companion outweighed the
sympathy he felt for the failure of the abbe's plans.

The abbe sank upon Edmond's bed. while Edmond himself
remained standing. Escape had never once occurred to him.
There areindeedsome things which appear so impossible
that the mind does not dwell on them for an instant. To
undermine the ground for fifty feet -- to devote three years
to a labor whichif successfulwould conduct you to a
precipice overhanging the sea -- to plunge into the waves
from the height of fiftysixtyperhaps a hundred feetat
the risk of being dashed to pieces against the rocksshould
you have been fortunate enough to have escaped the fire of
the sentinels; and evensupposing all these perils past
then to have to swim for your life a distance of at least
three miles ere you could reach the shore -- were
difficulties so startling and formidable that Dantes had
never even dreamed of such a schemeresigning himself
rather to death. But the sight of an old man clinging to
life with so desperate a couragegave a fresh turn to his
ideasand inspired him with new courage. Anotherolder and
less strong than hehad attempted what he had not had
sufficient resolution to undertakeand had failed only
because of an error in calculation. This same personwith
almost incredible patience and perseverancehad contrived
to provide himself with tools requisite for so unparalleled
an attempt. Another had done all this; whythenwas it
impossible to Dantes? Faria had dug his way through fifty
feetDantes would dig a hundred; Fariaat the age of
fiftyhad devoted three years to the task; hewho was but
half as oldwould sacrifice six; Fariaa priest and
savanthad not shrunk from the idea of risking his life by
trying to swim a distance of three miles to one of the
islands -- DaumeRattonneauor Lemaire; should a hardy
saileran experienced diverlike himselfshrink from a
similar task; should hewho had so often for mere
amusement's sake plunged to the bottom of the sea to fetch
up the bright coral branchhesitate to entertain the same
project? He could do it in an hourand how many times had
hefor pure pastimecontinued in the water for more than
twice as long! At once Dantes resolved to follow the brave
example of his energetic companionand to remember that
what has once been done may be done again.

After continuing some time in profound meditationthe young
man suddenly exclaimedI have found what you were in
search of!

Faria started: "Have youindeed?" cried heraising his

head with quick anxiety; "praylet me know what it is you
have discovered?"

The corridor through which you have bored your way from the
cell you occupy here, extends in the same direction as the
outer gallery, does it not?

It does.

And is not above fifteen feet from it?

About that.

Well, then, I will tell you what we must do. We must pierce
through the corridor by forming a side opening about the
middle, as it were the top part of a cross. This time you
will lay your plans more accurately; we shall get out into
the gallery you have described; kill the sentinel who guards
it, and make our escape. All we require to insure success is
courage, and that you possess, and strength, which I am not
deficient in; as for patience, you have abundantly proved
yours -- you shall now see me prove mine.

One instant, my dear friend,replied the abbe; "it is
clear you do not understand the nature of the courage with
which I am endowedand what use I intend making of my
strength. As for patienceI consider that I have abundantly
exercised that in beginning every morning the task of the
night beforeand every night renewing the task of the day.
But thenyoung man (and I pray of you to give me your full
attention)then I thought I could not be doing anything
displeasing to the Almighty in trying to set an innocent
being at liberty -- one who had committed no offenceand
merited not condemnation."

And have your notions changed?asked Dantes with much
surprise; "do you think yourself more guilty in making the
attempt since you have encountered me?"

No; neither do I wish to incur guilt. Hitherto I have
fancied myself merely waging war against circumstances, not
men. I have thought it no sin to bore through a wall, or
destroy a staircase; but I cannot so easily persuade myself
to pierce a heart or take away a life.A slight movement of
surprise escaped Dantes.

Is it possible,said hethat where your liberty is at
stake you can allow any such scruple to deter you from
obtaining it?

Tell me,replied Fariawhat has hindered you from
knocking down your jailer with a piece of wood torn from
your bedstead, dressing yourself in his clothes, and
endeavoring to escape?

Simply the fact that the idea never occurred to me,
answered Dantes.

Because,said the old manthe natural repugnance to the
commission of such a crime prevented you from thinking of
it; and so it ever is because in simple and allowable things
our natural instincts keep us from deviating from the strict
line of duty. The tiger, whose nature teaches him to delight
in shedding blood, needs but the sense of smell to show him

when his prey is within his reach, and by following this
instinct he is enabled to measure the leap necessary to
permit him to spring on his victim; but man, on the
contrary, loathes the idea of blood -- it is not alone that
the laws of social life inspire him with a shrinking dread
of taking life; his natural construction and physiological

Dantes was confused and silent at this explanation of the
thoughts which had unconsciously been working in his mind
or rather soul; for there are two distinct sorts of ideas
those that proceed from the head and those that emanate from
the heart.

Since my imprisonment,said FariaI have thought over
all the most celebrated cases of escape on record. They have
rarely been successful. Those that have been crowned with
full success have been long meditated upon, and carefully
arranged; such, for instance, as the escape of the Duc de
Beaufort from the Chateau de Vincennes, that of the Abbe
Dubuquoi from For l'Eveque; of Latude from the Bastille.
Then there are those for which chance sometimes affords
opportunity, and those are the best of all. Let us,
therefore, wait patiently for some favorable moment, and
when it presents itself, profit by it.

Ah,said Dantesyou might well endure the tedious delay;
you were constantly employed in the task you set yourself,
and when weary with toil, you had your hopes to refresh and
encourage you.

I assure you,replied the old manI did not turn to that
source for recreation or support.

What did you do then?

I wrote or studied.

Were you then permitted the use of pens, ink, and paper?

Oh, no,answered the abbe; "I had none but what I made for

You made paper, pens and ink?


Dantes gazed with admirationbut he had some difficulty in
believing. Faria saw this.

When you pay me a visit in my cell, my young friend,said
heI will show you an entire work, the fruits of the
thoughts and reflections of my whole life; many of them
meditated over in the shades of the Coloseum at Rome, at the
foot of St. Mark's column at Venice, and on the borders of
the Arno at Florence, little imagining at the time that they
would be arranged in order within the walls of the Chateau
d'If. The work I speak of is called `A Treatise on the
Possibility of a General Monarchy in Italy,' and will make
one large quarto volume.

And on what have you written all this?

On two of my shirts. I invented a preparation that makes

linen as smooth and as easy to write on as parchment.

You are, then, a chemist?

Somewhat; I know Lavoisier, and was the intimate friend of

But for such a work you must have needed books -- had you

I had nearly five thousand volumes in my library at Rome;
but after reading them over many times, I found out that
with one hundred and fifty well-chosen books a man
possesses, if not a complete summary of all human knowledge,
at least all that a man need really know. I devoted three
years of my life to reading and studying these one hundred
and fifty volumes, till I knew them nearly by heart; so that
since I have been in prison, a very slight effort of memory
has enabled me to recall their contents as readily as though
the pages were open before me. I could recite you the whole
of Thucydides, Xenophon, Plutarch, Titus Livius, Tacitus,
Strada, Jornandes, Dante, Montaigne, Shaksepeare, Spinoza,
Machiavelli, and Bossuet. I name only the most important.

You are, doubtless, acquainted with a variety of languages,
so as to have been able to read all these?

Yes, I speak five of the modern tongues -- that is to say,
German, French, Italian, English, and Spanish; by the aid of
ancient Greek I learned modern Greek -- I don't speak it so
well as I could wish, but I am still trying to improve

Improve yourself!repeated Dantes; "whyhow can you
manage to do so?"

Why, I made a vocabulary of the words I knew; turned,
returned, and arranged them, so as to enable me to express
my thoughts through their medium. I know nearly one thousand
words, which is all that is absolutely necessary, although I
believe there are nearly one hundred thousand in the
dictionaries. I cannot hope to be very fluent, but I
certainly should have no difficulty in explaining my wants
and wishes; and that would be quite as much as I should ever

Stronger grew the wonder of Danteswho almost fancied he
had to do with one gifted with supernatural powers; still
hoping to find some imperfection which might bring him down
to a level with human beingshe addedThen if you were
not furnished with pens, how did you manage to write the
work you speak of?

I made myself some excellent ones, which would be
universally preferred to all others if once known. You are
aware what huge whitings are served to us on maigre days.
Well, I selected the cartilages of the heads of these
fishes, and you can scarcely imagine the delight with which
I welcomed the arrival of each Wednesday, Friday, and
Saturday, as affording me the means of increasing my stock
of pens; for I will freely confess that my historical labors
have been my greatest solace and relief. While retracing the
past, I forget the present; and traversing at will the path
of history I cease to remember that I am myself a prisoner.

But the ink,said Dantes; "of what did you make your ink?"

There was formerly a fireplace in my dungeon,replied
Fariabut it was closed up long ere I became an occupant
of this prison. Still, it must have been many years in use,
for it was thickly covered with a coating of soot; this soot
I dissolved in a portion of the wine brought to me every
Sunday, and I assure you a better ink cannot be desired. For
very important notes, for which closer attention is
required, I pricked one of my fingers, and wrote with my own

And when,asked Dantesmay I see all this?

Whenever you please,replied the abbe.

Oh, then let it be directly!exclaimed the young man.

Follow me, then,said the abbeas he re-entered the
subterranean passagein which he soon disappearedfollowed
by Dantes.

Chapter 17
The Abbe's Chamber.

After having passed with tolerable ease through the
subterranean passagewhichhoweverdid not admit of their
holding themselves erectthe two friends reached the
further end of the corridorinto which the abbe's cell
opened; from that point the passage became much narrower
and barely permitted one to creep through on hands and
knees. The floor of the abbe's cell was pavedand it had
been by raising one of the stones in the most obscure corner
that Faria had to been able to commence the laborious task
of which Dantes had witnessed the completion.

As he entered the chamber of his friendDantes cast around
one eager and searching glance in quest of the expected
marvelsbut nothing more than common met his view.

It is well,said the abbe; "we have some hours before us
-- it is now just a quarter past twelve o'clock."
Instinctively Dantes turned round to observe by what watch
or clock the abbe had been able so accurately to specify the

Look at this ray of light which enters by my window,said
the abbeand then observe the lines traced on the wall.
Well, by means of these lines, which are in accordance with
the double motion of the earth, and the ellipse it describes
round the sun, I am enabled to ascertain the precise hour
with more minuteness than if I possessed a watch; for that
might be broken or deranged in its movements, while the sun
and earth never vary in their appointed paths.

This last explanation was wholly lost upon Danteswho had
always imaginedfrom seeing the sun rise from behind the
mountains and set in the Mediterraneanthat it movedand
not the earth. A double movement of the globe he inhabited
and of which he could feel nothingappeared to him
perfectly impossible. Each word that fell from his

companion's lips seemed fraught with the mysteries of
scienceas worthy of digging out as the gold and diamonds
in the mines of Guzerat and Golcondawhich he could just
recollect having visited during a voyage made in his
earliest youth.

Come,said he to the abbeI am anxious to see your

The abbe smiledandproceeding to the disused fireplace
raisedby the help of his chisela long stonewhich had
doubtless been the hearthbeneath which was a cavity of
considerable depthserving as a safe depository of the
articles mentioned to Dantes.

What do you wish to see first?asked the abbe.

Oh, your great work on the monarchy of Italy!

Faria then drew forth from his hiding-place three or four
rolls of linenlaid one over the otherlike folds of
papyrus. These rolls consisted of slips of cloth about four
inches wide and eighteen long; they were all carefully
numbered and closely covered with writingso legible that
Dantes could easily read itas well as make out the sense
-- it being in Italiana language heas a Provencal
perfectly understood.

There,said hethere is the work complete. I wrote the
word finis at the end of the sixty-eighth strip about a week
ago. I have torn up two of my shirts, and as many
handkerchiefs as I was master of, to complete the precious
pages. Should I ever get out of prison and find in all Italy
a printer courageous enough to publish what I have composed,
my literary reputation is forever secured.

I see,answered Dantes. "Now let me behold the curious
pens with which you have written your work."

Look!said Fariashowing to the young man a slender stick
about six inches longand much resembling the size of the
handle of a fine painting-brushto the end of which was
tiedby a piece of threadone of those cartilages of which
the abbe had before spoken to Dantes; it was pointedand
divided at the nib like an ordinary pen. Dantes examined it
with intense admirationthen looked around to see the
instrument with which it had been shaped so correctly into

Ah, yes,said Faria; "the penknife. That's my masterpiece.
I made itas well as this larger knifeout of an old iron
candlestick." The penknife was sharp and keen as a razor; as
for the other knifeit would serve a double purposeand
with it one could cut and thrust.

Dantes examined the various articles shown to him with the
same attention that he had bestowed on the curiosities and
strange tools exhibited in the shops at Marseilles as the
works of the savages in the South Seas from whence they had
been brought by the different trading vessels.

As for the ink,said FariaI told you how I managed to
obtain that -- and I only just make it from time to time, as
I require it.

One thing still puzzles me,observed Dantesand that is
how you managed to do all this by daylight?

I worked at night also,replied Faria.

Night! -- why, for heaven's sake, are your eyes like cats',
that you can see to work in the dark?

Indeed they are not; but God his supplied man with the
intelligence that enables him to overcome the limitations of
natural conditions. I furnished myself with a light.

You did? Pray tell me how.

l separated the fat from the meat served to me, melted it,
and so made oil -- here is my lamp.So sayingthe abbe
exhibited a sort of torch very similar to those used in
public illuminations.

But light?

Here are two flints and a piece of burnt linen.

And matches?

I pretended that I had a disorder of the skin, and asked
for a little sulphur, which was readily supplied.Dantes
laid the different things he had been looking at on the
tableand stood with his head drooping on his breastas
though overwhelmed by the perseverance and strength of
Faria's mind.

You have not seen all yet,continued Fariafor I did not
think it wise to trust all my treasures in the same
hiding-place. Let us shut this one up.They put the stone
back in its place; the abbe sprinkled a little dust over it
to conceal the traces of its having been removedrubbed his
foot well on it to make it assume the same appearance as the
otherand thengoing towards his bedhe removed it from
the spot it stood in. Behind the head of the bedand
concealed by a stone fitting in so closely as to defy all
suspicionwas a hollow spaceand in this space a ladder of
cords between twenty-five and thirty feet in length. Dantes
closely and eagerly examined it; he found it firmsolid
and compact enough to bear any weight.

Who supplied you with the materials for making this
wonderful work?

I tore up several of my shirts, and ripped out the seams in
the sheets of my bed, during my three years' imprisonment at
Fenestrelle; and when I was removed to the Chateau d'If, I
managed to bring the ravellings with me, so that I have been
able to finish my work here.

And was it not discovered that your sheets were unhemmed?

Oh, no, for when I had taken out the thread I required, I
hemmed the edges over again.

With what?

With this needle,said the abbeasopening his ragged

vestmentshe showed Dantes a longsharp fish-bonewith a
small perforated eye for the threada small portion of
which still remained in it. "I once thought continued
Faria, of removing these iron barsand letting myself down
from the windowwhichas you seeis somewhat wider than
yoursalthough I should have enlarged it still more
preparatory to my flight; howeverI discovered that I
should merely have dropped into a sort of inner courtand I
therefore renounced the project altogether as too full of
risk and danger. NeverthelessI carefully preserved my
ladder against one of those unforeseen opportunities of
which I spoke just nowand which sudden chance frequently
brings about." While affecting to be deeply engaged in
examining the ladderthe mind of Dantes wasin fact
busily occupied by the idea that a person so intelligent
ingeniousand clear-sighted as the abbe might probably be
able to solve the dark mystery of his own misfortuneswhere
he himself could see nothing.

What are you thinking of?asked the abbe smilingly
imputing the deep abstraction in which his visitor was
plunged to the excess of his awe and wonder.

I was reflecting, in the first place,replied Dantes
upon the enormous degree of intelligence and ability you
must have employed to reach the high perfection to which you
have attained. What would you not have accomplished if you
had been free?

Possibly nothing at all; the overflow of my brain would
probably, in a state of freedom, have evaporated in a
thousand follies; misfortune is needed to bring to light the
treasures of the human intellect. Compression is needed to
explode gunpowder. Captivity has brought my mental faculties
to a focus; and you are well aware that from the collision
of clouds electricity is produced -- from electricity,
lightning, from lightning, illumination.

No,replied Dantes. "I know nothing. Some of your words
are to me quite empty of meaning. You must be blessed indeed
to possess the knowledge you have."

The abbe smiled. "Well said he, but you had another
subject for your thoughts; did you not say so just now?"

I did!

You have told me as yet but one of them -- let me hear the

It was this, -- that while you had related to me all the
particulars of your past life, you were perfectly
unacquainted with mine.

Your life, my young friend, has not been of sufficient
length to admit of your having passed through any very
important events.

It has been long enough to inflict on me a great and
undeserved misfortune. I would fain fix the source of it on
man that I may no longer vent reproaches upon heaven.

Then you profess ignorance of the crime with which you are

I do, indeed; and this I swear by the two beings most dear
to me upon earth, -- my father and Mercedes.

Come,said the abbeclosing his hiding-placeand pushing
the bed back to its original situationlet me hear your

Dantes obeyedand commenced what he called his historybut
which consisted only of the account of a voyage to India
and two or three voyages to the Levant until he arrived at
the recital of his last cruisewith the death of Captain
Leclereand the receipt of a packet to be delivered by
himself to the grand marshal; his interview with that
personageand his receivingin place of the packet
broughta letter addressed to a Monsieur Noirtier -- his
arrival at Marseillesand interview with his father -- his
affection for Mercedesand their nuptual feast -- his
arrest and subsequent examinationhis temporary detention
at the Palais de Justiceand his final imprisonment in the
Chateau d'If. From this point everything was a blank to
Dantes -- he knew nothing morenot even the length of time
he had been imprisoned. His recital finishedthe abbe
reflected long and earnestly.

There is,said heat the end of his meditationsa
clever maxim, which bears upon what I was saying to you some
little while ago, and that is, that unless wicked ideas take
root in a naturally depraved mind, human nature, in a right
and wholesome state, revolts at crime. Still, from an
artificial civilization have originated wants, vices, and
false tastes, which occasionally become so powerful as to
stifle within us all good feelings, and ultimately to lead
us into guilt and wickedness. From this view of things,
then, comes the axiom that if you visit to discover the
author of any bad action, seek first to discover the person
to whom the perpetration of that bad action could be in any
way advantageous. Now, to apply it in your case, -- to whom
could your disappearance have been serviceable?

To no one, by heaven! I was a very insignificant person.

Do not speak thus, for your reply evinces neither logic nor
philosophy; everything is relative, my dear young friend,
from the king who stands in the way of his successor, to the
employee who keeps his rival out of a place. Now, in the
event of the king's death, his successor inherits a crown,
-- when the employee dies, the supernumerary steps into his
shoes, and receives his salary of twelve thousand livres.
Well, these twelve thousand livres are his civil list, and
are as essential to him as the twelve millions of a king.
Every one, from the highest to the lowest degree, has his
place on the social ladder, and is beset by stormy passions
and conflicting interests, as in Descartes' theory of
pressure and impulsion. But these forces increase as we go
higher, so that we have a spiral which in defiance of reason
rests upon the apex and not on the base. Now let us return
to your particular world. You say you were on the point of
being made captain of the Pharaon?


And about to become the husband of a young and lovely


Now, could any one have had any interest in preventing the
accomplishment of these two things? But let us first settle
the question as to its being the interest of any one to
hinder you from being captain of the Pharaon. What say you?

I cannot believe such was the case. I was generally liked
on board, and had the sailors possessed the right of
selecting a captain themselves, I feel convinced their
choice would have fallen on me. There was only one person
among the crew who had any feeling of ill-will towards me. I
had quarelled with him some time previously, and had even
challenged him to fight me; but he refused.

Now we are getting on. And what was this man's name?


What rank did he hold on board?

He was supercargo.

And had you been captain, should you have retained him in
his employment?

Not if the choice had remained with me, for I had
frequently observed inaccuracies in his accounts.

Good again! Now then, tell me, was any person present
during your last conversation with Captain Leclere?

No; we were quite alone.

Could your conversation have been overheard by any one?

It might, for the cabin door was open -- and -- stay; now I
recollect, -- Danglars himself passed by just as Captain
Leclere was giving me the packet for the grand marshal.

That's better,cried the abbe; "now we are on the right
scent. Did you take anybody with you when you put into the
port of Elba?"


Somebody there received your packet, and gave you a letter
in place of it, I think?

Yes; the grand marshal did.

And what did you do with that letter?

Put it into my portfolio.

You had your portfolio with you, then? Now, how could a
sailor find room in his pocket for a portfolio large enough
to contain an official letter?

You are right; it was left on board.

Then it was not till your return to the ship that you put
the letter in the portfolio?


And what did you do with this same letter while returning
from Porto-Ferrajo to the vessel?

I carried it in my hand.

So that when you went on board the Pharaon, everybody could
see that you held a letter in your hand?


Danglars, as well as the rest?

Danglars, as well as others.

Now, listen to me, and try to recall every circumstance
attending your arrest. Do you recollect the words in which
the information against you was formulated?

Oh yes, I read it over three times, and the words sank
deeply into my memory.

Repeat it to me.

Dantes paused a momentthen saidThis is it, word for
word: `The king's attorney is informed by a friend to the
throne and religion, that one Edmond Dantes, mate on board
the Pharaon, this day arrived from Smyrna, after having
touched at Naples and Porto-Ferrajo, has been intrusted by
Murat with a packet for the usurper; again, by the usurper,
with a letter for the Bonapartist Club in Paris. This proof
of his guilt may be procured by his immediate arrest, as the
letter will be found either about his person, at his
father's residence, or in his cabin on board the Pharaon.'
The abbe shrugged his shoulders. "The thing is clear as
day said he; and you must have had a very confiding
natureas well as a good heartnot to have suspected the
origin of the whole affair."

Do you really think so? Ah, that would indeed be infamous.

How did Danglars usually write?

In a handsome, running hand.

And how was the anonymous letter written?

Backhanded.Again the abbe smiled. "Disguised."

It was very boldly written, if disguised.

Stop a bit,said the abbetaking up what he called his
penandafter dipping it into the inkhe wrote on a piece
of prepared linenwith his left handthe first two or
three words of the accusation. Dantes drew backand gazed
on the abbe with a sensation almost amounting to terror.

How very astonishing!cried he at length. "Why your
writing exactly resembles that of the accusation."

Simply because that accusation had been written with the
left hand; and I have noticed that-


That while the writing of different persons done with the
right hand varies, that performed with the left hand is
invariably uniform.

You have evidently seen and observed everything.

Let us proceed.
Oh, yes, yes!

Now as regards the second question.
I am listening.

Was there any person whose interest it was to prevent your
marriage with Mercedes?

Yes; a young man who loved her.
And his name was--

That is a Spanish name, I think?

He was a Catalan.
You imagine him capable of writing the letter?

Oh, no; he would more likely have got rid of me by sticking
a knife into me.

That is in strict accordance with the Spanish character; an
assassination they will unhesitatingly commit, but an act of
cowardice, never.

Besides,said Dantesthe various circumstances mentioned
in the letter were wholly unknown to him.

You had never spoken of them yourself to any one?

To no one.
Not even to your mistress?

No, not even to my betrothed.
Then it is Danglars.

I feel quite sure of it now.
Wait a little. Pray, was Danglars acquainted with Fernand?

No -- yes, he was. Now I recollect--

To have seen them both sitting at table together under an
arbor at Pere Pamphile's the evening before the day fixed
for my wedding. They were in earnest conversation. Danglars
was joking in a friendly way, but Fernand looked pale and


Were they alone?

There was a third person with them whom I knew perfectly
well, and who had, in all probability made their
acquaintance; he was a tailor named Caderousse, but he was
very drunk. Stay! -- stay! -- How strange that it should not
have occurred to me before! Now I remember quite well, that
on the table round which they were sitting were pens, ink,
and paper. Oh, the heartless, treacherous scoundrels!
exclaimed Dantespressing his hand to his throbbing brows.

Is there anything else I can assist you in discovering,
besides the villany of your friends?inquired the abbe with
a laugh.

Yes, yes,replied Dantes eagerly; "I would beg of youwho
see so completely to the depths of thingsand to whom the
greatest mystery seems but an easy riddleto explain to me
how it was that I underwent no second examinationwas never
brought to trialandabove allwas condemned without ever
having had sentence passed on me?"

That is altogether a different and more serious matter,
responded the abbe. "The ways of justice are frequently too
dark and mysterious to be easily penetrated. All we have
hitherto done in the matter has been child's play. If you
wish me to enter upon the more difficult part of the
businessyou must assist me by the most minute information
on every point."

Pray ask me whatever questions you please; for, in good
truth, you see more clearly into my life than I do myself.

In the first place, then, who examined you, -- the king's
attorney, his deputy, or a magistrate?

The deputy.

Was he young or old?

About six or seven and twenty years of age, I should say.

So,answered the abbe. "Old enough to be ambitionsbut
too young to be corrupt. And how did he treat you?"

With more of mildness than severity.

Did you tell him your whole story?

I did.

And did his conduct change at all in the course of your

He did appear much disturbed when he read the letter that
had brought me into this scrape. He seemed quite overcome by
my misfortune.

By your misfortune?


Then you feel quite sure that it was your misfortune he

He gave me one great proof of his sympathy, at any rate.

And that?

He burnt the sole evidence that could at all have
criminated me.

What? the accusation?

No; the letter.

Are you sure?

I saw it done.

That alters the case. This man might, after all, be a
greater scoundrel than you have thought possible.

Upon my word,said Dantesyou make me shudder. Is the
world filled with tigers and crocodiles?

Yes; and remember that two-legged tigers and crocodiles are
more dangerous than the others.

Never mind; let us go on.

With all my heart! You tell me he burned the letter?

He did; saying at the same time, `You see I thus destroy
the only proof existing against you.'

This action is somewhat too sublime to be natural.

You think so?

I am sure of it. To whom was this letter addressed?

To M. Noirtier, No. 13 Coq-Heron, Paris.

Now can you conceive of any interest that your heroic
deputy could possibly have had in the destruction of that

Why, it is not altogether impossible he might have had, for
he made me promise several times never to speak of that
letter to any one, assuring me he so advised me for my own
interest; and, more than this, he insisted on my taking a
solemn oath never to utter the name mentioned in the

Noirtier!repeated the abbe; "Noirtier! -- I knew a person
of that name at the court of the Queen of Etruria-- a
Noirtierwho had been a Girondin during the Revolution!
What was your deputy called?"

De Villefort!The abbe burst into a fit of laughterwhile
Dantes gazed on him in utter astonishment.

What ails you?said he at length.

Do you see that ray of sunlight?

I do.

Well, the whole thing is more clear to me than that sunbeam
is to you. Poor fellow! poor young man! And you tell me this
magistrate expressed great sympathy and commiseration for

He did.

And the worthy man destroyed your compromising letter?


And then made you swear never to utter the name of


Why, you poor short-sighted simpleton, can you not guess
who this Noirtier was, whose very name he was so careful to
keep concealed? Noirtier was his father.

Had a thunderbolt fallen at the feet of Dantesor hell
opened its yawning gulf before himhe could not have been
more completely transfixed with horror than he was at the
sound of these unexpected words. Starting uphe clasped his
hands around his head as though to prevent his very brain
from burstingand exclaimedHis father! his father!

Yes, his father,replied the abbe; "his right name was
Noirtier de Villefort." At this instant a bright light shot
through the mind of Dantesand cleared up all that had been
dark and obscure before. The change that had come over
Villefort during the examinationthe destruction of the
letterthe exacted promisethe almost supplicating tones
of the magistratewho seemed rather to implore mercy than
to pronounce punishment-- all returned with a stunning
force to his memory. He cried outand staggered against the
wall like a drunken manthen he hurried to the opening that
led from the abbe's cell to his ownand saidI must be
alone, to think over all this.

When he regained his dungeonhe threw himself on his bed
where the turnkey found him in the evening visitsitting
with fixed gaze and contracted featuresdumb and motionless
as a statue. During these hours of profound meditation
which to him had seemed only minuteshe had formed a
fearful resolutionand bound himself to its fulfilment by a
solemn oath.

Dantes was at length roused from his revery by the voice of
Fariawhohaving also been visited by his jailerhad come
to invite his fellow-sufferer to share his supper. The
reputation of being out of his mindthough harmlessly and
even amusingly sohad procured for the abbe unusual
privileges. He was supplied with bread of a finerwhiter
quality than the usual prison fareand even regaled each
Sunday with a small quantity of wine. Now this was a Sunday
and the abbe had come to ask his young companion to share
the luxuries with him. Dantes followed; his features were no
longer contractedand now wore their usual expressionbut
there was that in his whole appearance that bespoke one who
had come to a fixed and desperate resolve. Faria bent on him

his penetrating eye: "I regret now said he, having helped
you in your late inquiriesor having given you the
information I did."

Why so?inquired Dantes.

Because it has instilled a new passion in your heart -that
of vengeance.

Dantes smiled. "Let us talk of something else said he.

Again the abbe looked at him, then mournfully shook his
head; but in accordance with Dantes' request, he began to
speak of other matters. The elder prisoner was one of those
persons whose conversation, like that of all who have
experienced many trials, contained many useful and important
hints as well as sound information; but it was never
egotistical, for the unfortunate man never alluded to his
own sorrows. Dantes listened with admiring attention to all
he said; some of his remarks corresponded with what he
already knew, or applied to the sort of knowledge his
nautical life had enabled him to acquire. A part of the good
abbe's words, however, were wholly incomprehensible to him;
but, like the aurora which guides the navigator in northern
latitudes, opened new vistas to the inquiring mind of the
listener, and gave fantastic glimpses of new horizons,
enabling him justly to estimate the delight an intellectual
mind would have in following one so richly gifted as Faria
along the heights of truth, where he was so much at home.

You must teach me a small part of what you know said
Dantes, if only to prevent your growing weary of me. I can
well believe that so learned a person as yourself would
prefer absolute solitude to being tormented with the company
of one as ignorant and uninformed as myself. If you will
only agree to my requestI promise you never to mention
another word about escaping." The abbe smiled. "Alasmy
boy said he, human knowledge is confined within very
narrow limits; and when I have taught you mathematics
physicshistoryand the three or four modern languages
with which I am acquaintedyou will know as much as I do
myself. Nowit will scarcely require two years for me to
communicate to you the stock of learning I possess."

Two years!exclaimed Dantes; "do you really believe I can
acquire all these things in so short a time?"

Not their application, certainly, but their principles you
may; to learn is not to know; there are the learners and the
learned. Memory makes the one, philosophy the other.

But cannot one learn philosophy?

Philosophy cannot be taught; it is the application of the
sciences to truth; it is like the golden cloud in which the
Messiah went up into heaven.

Well, then,said DantesWhat shall you teach me first? I
am in a hurry to begin. I want to learn.

Everything,said the abbe. And that very evening the
prisoners sketched a plan of educationto be entered upon
the following day. Dantes possessed a prodigious memory
combined with an astonishing quickness and readiness of

conception; the mathematical turn of his mind rendered him
apt at all kinds of calculationwhile his naturally
poetical feelings threw a light and pleasing veil over the
dry reality of arithmetical computationor the rigid
severity of geometry. He already knew Italianand had also
picked up a little of the Romaic dialect during voyages to
the East; and by the aid of these two languages he easily
comprehended the construction of all the othersso that at
the end of six mouths he began to speak SpanishEnglish
and German. In strict accordance with the promise made to
the abbeDantes spoke no more of escape. Perhaps the
delight his studies afforded him left no room for such
thoughts; perhaps the recollection that he had pledged his
word (on which his sense of honor was keen) kept him from
referring in any way to the possibilities of flight. Days
even monthspassed by unheeded in one rapid and instructive
course. At the end of a year Dantes was a new man. Dantes
observedhoweverthat Fariain spite of the relief his
society affordeddaily grew sadder; one thought seemed
incessantly to harass and distract his mind. Sometimes he
would fall into long reveriessigh heavily and
involuntarilythen suddenly riseandwith folded arms
begin pacing the confined space of his dungeon. One day he
stopped all at onceand exclaimedAh, if there were no

There shall not be one a minute longer than you please,
said Danteswho had followed the working of his thoughts as
accurately as though his brain were enclosed in crystal so
clear as to display its minutest operations.

I have already told you,answered the abbethat I loathe
the idea of shedding blood.

And yet the murder, if you choose to call it so, would be
simply a measure of self-preservation.

No matter! I could never agree to it.

Still, you have thought of it?

Incessantly, alas!cried the abbe.

And you have discovered a means of regaining our freedom,
have you not?asked Dantes eagerly.

I have; if it were only possible to place a deaf and blind
sentinel in the gallery beyond us.

He shall be both blind and deaf,replied the young man
with an air of determination that made his companion

No, no,cried the abbe; "impossible!" Dantes endeavored to
renew the subject; the abbe shook his head in token of
disapprovaland refused to make any further response. Three
months passed away.

Are you strong?the abbe asked one day of Dantes. The
young manin replytook up the chiselbent it into the
form of a horseshoeand then as readily straightened it.

And will you engage not to do any harm to the sentry,
except as a last resort?

I promise on my honor.

Then,said the abbewe may hope to put our design into

And how long shall we be in accomplishing the necessary

At least a year.

And shall we begin at once?

At once.

We have lost a year to no purpose!cried Dantes.

Do you consider the last twelve months to have been
wasted?asked the abbe.

Forgive me!cried Edmondblushing deeply.

Tut, tut!answered the abbeman is but man after all,
and you are about the best specimen of the genus I have ever
known. Come, let me show you my plan.The abbe then showed
Dantes the sketch he had made for their escape. It consisted
of a plan of his own cell and that of Danteswith the
passage which united them. In this passage he proposed to
drive a level as they do in mines; this level would bring
the two prisoners immediately beneath the gallery where the
sentry kept watch; once therea large excavation would be
madeand one of the flag-stones with which the gallery was
paved be so completely loosened that at the desired moment
it would give way beneath the feet of the soldierwho
stunned by his fallwould be immediately bound and gagged
by Dantes before he had power to offer any resistance. The
prisoners were then to make their way through one of the
gallery windowsand to let themselves down from the outer
walls by means of the abbe's ladder of cords. Dantes' eyes
sparkled with joyand he rubbed his hands with delight at
the idea of a plan so simpleyet apparently so certain to

That very day the miners began their laborswith a vigor
and alacrity proportionate to their long rest from fatigue
and their hopes of ultimate success. Nothing interrupted the
progress of the work except the necessity that each was
under of returning to his cell in anticipation of the
turnkey's visits. They had learned to distinguish the almost
imperceptible sound of his footsteps as he descended towards
their dungeonsand happilynever failed of being prepared
for his coming. The fresh earth excavated during their
present workand which would have entirely blocked up the
old passagewas thrownby degrees and with the utmost
precautionout of the window in either Faria's or Dantes'
cellthe rubbish being first pulverized so finely that the
night wind carried it far away without permitting the
smallest trace to remain. More than a year had been consumed
in this undertakingthe only tools for which had been a
chisela knifeand a wooden lever; Faria still continuing
to instruct Dantes by conversing with himsometimes in one
languagesometimes in another; at othersrelating to him
the history of nations and great men who from time to time
have risen to fame and trodden the path of glory.

The abbe was a man of the worldand hadmoreovermixed in
the first society of the day; he wore an air of melancholy
dignity which Dantesthanks to the imitative powers
bestowed on him by natureeasily acquiredas well as that
outward polish and politeness he had before been wanting in
and which is seldom possessed except by those who have been
placed in constant intercourse with persons of high birth
and breeding. At the end of fifteen months the level was
finishedand the excavation completed beneath the gallery
and the two workmen could distinctly hear the measured tread
of the sentinel as he paced to and fro over their heads.

Compelledas they wereto await a night sufficiently dark
to favor their flightthey were obliged to defer their
final attempt till that auspicious moment should arrive;
their greatest dread now was lest the stone through which
the sentry was doomed to fall should give way before its
right timeand this they had in some measure provided
against by propping it up with a small beam which they had
discovered in the walls through which they had worked their
way. Dantes was occupied in arranging this piece of wood
when he heard Fariawho had remained in Edmond's cell for
the purpose of cutting a peg to secure their rope-ladder
call to him in a tone indicative of great suffering. Dantes
hastened to his dungeonwhere he found him standing in the
middle of the roompale as deathhis forehead streaming
with perspirationand his hands clinched tightly together.

Gracious heavens!exclaimed Danteswhat is the matter?
what has happened?

Quick! quick!returned the abbelisten to what I have to
say.Dantes looked in fear and wonder at the livid
countenance of Fariawhose eyesalready dull and sunken
were surrounded by purple circleswhile his lips were white
as those of a corpseand his very hair seemed to stand on

Tell me, I beseech you, what ails you?cried Dantes
letting his chisel fall to the floor.

Alas,faltered out the abbeall is over with me. I am
seized with a terrible, perhaps mortal illness; I can feel
that the paroxysm is fast approaching. I had a similar
attack the year previous to my imprisonment. This malady
admits but of one remedy; I will tell you what that is. Go
into my cell as quickly as you can; draw out one of the feet
that support the bed; you will find it has been hollowed out
for the purpose of containing a small phial you will see
there half-filled with a red-looking fluid. Bring it to me
-- or rather -- no, no! -- I may be found here, therefore
help me back to my room while I have the strength to drag
myself along. Who knows what may happen, or how long the
attack may last?

In spite of the magnitude of the misfortune which thus
suddenly frustrated his hopesDantes did not lose his
presence of mindbut descended into the passagedragging
his unfortunate companion with him; thenhalf-carrying
half-supporting himhe managed to reach the abbe's chamber
when he immediately laid the sufferer on his bed.

Thanks,said the poor abbeshivering as though his veins

were filled with ice. "I am about to be seized with a fit of
catalepsy; when it comes to its height I shall probably lie
still and motionless as though deaduttering neither sigh
nor groan. On the other handthe symptoms may be much more
violentand cause me to fall into fearful convulsionsfoam
at the mouthand cry out loudly. Take care my cries are not
heardfor if they are it is more than probable I should be
removed to another part of the prisonand we be separated
forever. When I become quite motionlesscoldand rigid as
a corpsethenand not before-- be careful about this-force
open my teeth with the knifepour from eight to ten
drops of the liquor contained in the phial down my throat
and I may perhaps revive."

Perhaps!exclaimed Dantes in grief-stricken tones.

Help! help!cried the abbeI -- I -- die -- I-

So sudden and violent was the fit that the unfortunate
prisoner was unable to complete the sentence; a violent
convulsion shook his whole framehis eyes started from
their socketshis mouth was drawn on one sidehis cheeks
became purplehe struggledfoameddashed himself about
and uttered the most dreadful crieswhichhoweverDantes
prevented from being heard by covering his head with the
blanket. The fit lasted two hours; thenmore helpless than
an infantand colder and paler than marblemore crushed
and broken than a reed trampled under foothe fell back
doubled up in one last convulsionand became as rigid as a

Edmond waited till life seemed extinct in the body of his
friendthentaking up the knifehe with difficulty forced
open the closely fixed jawscarefully administered the
appointed number of dropsand anxiously awaited the result.
An hour passed away and the old man gave no sign of
returning animation. Dantes began to fear he had delayed too
long ere he administered the remedyandthrusting his
hands into his haircontinued gazing on the lifeless
features of his friend. At length a slight color tinged the
livid cheeksconsciousness returned to the dullopen
eyeballsa faint sigh issued from the lipsand the
sufferer made a feeble effort to move.

He is saved! he is saved!cried Dantes in a paroxysm of

The sick man was not yet able to speakbut he pointed with
evident anxiety towards the door. Dantes listenedand
plainly distinguished the approaching steps of the jailer.
It was therefore near seven o'clock; but Edmond's anxiety
had put all thoughts of time out of his head. The young man
sprang to the entrancedarted through itcarefully drawing
the stone over the openingand hurried to his cell. He had
scarcely done so before the door openedand the jailer saw
the prisoner seated as usual on the side of his bed. Almost
before the key had turned in the lockand before the
departing steps of the jailer had died away in the long
corridor he had to traverseDanteswhose restless anxiety
concerning his friend left him no desire to touch the food
brought himhurried back to the abbe's chamberand raising
the stone by pressing his head against itwas soon beside
the sick man's couch. Faria had now fully regained his
consciousnessbut he still lay helpless and exhausted.

I did not expect to see you again,said he feeblyto

And why not?asked the young man. "Did you fancy yourself

No, I had no such idea; but, knowing that all was ready for
flight, I thought you might have made your escape.The deep
glow of indignation suffused the cheeks of Dantes.

Without you? Did you really think me capable of that?

At least,said the abbeI now see how wrong such an
opinion would have been. Alas, alas! I am fearfully
exhausted and debilitated by this attack.

Be of good cheer,replied Dantes; "your strength will
return." And as he spoke he seated himself near the bed
beside Fariaand took his hands. The abbe shook his head.

The last attack I had,said helasted but half an hour,
and after it I was hungry, and got up without help; now I
can move neither my right arm nor leg, and my head seems
uncomfortable, which shows that there has been a suffusion
of blood on the brain. The third attack will either carry me
off, or leave me paralyzed for life.

No, no,cried Dantes; "you are mistaken -- you will not
die! And your third attack (ifindeedyou should have
another) will find you at liberty. We shall save you another
timeas we have done thisonly with a better chance of
successbecause we shall be able to command every requisite

My good Edmond,answered the abbebe not deceived. The
attack which has just passed away, condemns me forever to
the walls of a prison. None can fly from a dungeon who
cannot walk.

Well, we will wait, -- a week, a month, two months, if need
be, -- and meanwhile your strength will return. Everything
is in readiness for our flight, and we can select any time
we choose. As soon as you feel able to swim we will go.

I shall never swim again,replied Faria. "This arm is
paralyzed; not for a timebut forever. Lift itand judge
if I am mistaken." The young man raised the armwhich fell
back by its own weightperfectly inanimate and helpless. A
sigh escaped him.

You are convinced now, Edmond, are you not?asked the
abbe. "Depend upon itI know what I say. Since the first
attack I experienced of this maladyI have continually
reflected on it. IndeedI expected itfor it is a family
inheritance; both my father and grandfather died of it in a
third attack. The physician who prepared for me the remedy I
have twice successfully takenwas no other than the
celebrated Cabanisand he predicted a similar end for me."

The physician may be mistaken!exclaimed Dantes. "And as
for your poor armwhat difference will that make? I can
take you on my shouldersand swim for both of us."

My son,said the abbeyou, who are a sailor and a
swimmer, must know as well as I do that a man so loaded
would sink before he had done fifty strokes. Cease, then, to
allow yourself to be duped by vain hopes, that even your own
excellent heart refuses to believe in. Here I shall remain
till the hour of my deliverance arrives, and that, in all
human probability, will be the hour of my death. As for you,
who are young and active, delay not on my account, but fly
-- go-I give you back your promise.

It is well,said Dantes. "Then I shall also remain." Then
rising and extending his hand with an air of solemnity over
the old man's headhe slowly addedBy the blood of Christ
I swear never to leave you while you live.

Faria gazed fondly on his noble-mindedsingle-hearted
high-principled young friendand read in his countenance
ample confirmation of the sincerity of his devotion and the
loyalty of his purpose.

Thanks,murmured the invalidextending one hand. "I
accept. You may one of these days reap the reward of your
disinterested devotion. But as I cannotand you will not
quit this placeit becomes necessary to fill up the
excavation beneath the soldier's gallery; he mightby
chancehear the hollow sound of his footstepsand call the
attention of his officer to the circumstance. That would
bring about a discovery which would inevitably lead to our
being separated. Gothenand set about this workin
whichunhappilyI can offer you no assistance; keep at it
all nightif necessaryand do not return here to-morrow
till after the jailer his visited me. I shall have something
of the greatest importance to communicate to you."

Dantes took the hand of the abbe in hisand affectionately
pressed it. Faria smiled encouragingly on himand the young
man retired to his taskin the spirit of obedience and
respect which he had sworn to show towards his aged friend.

Chapter 18
The Treasure.

When Dantes returned next morning to the chamber of his
companion in captivityhe found Faria seated and looking
composed. In the ray of light which entered by the narrow
window of his cellhe held open in his left handof which
aloneit will be recollectedhe retained the usea sheet
of paperwhichfrom being constantly rolled into a small
compasshad the form of a cylinderand was not easily kept
open. He did not speakbut showed the paper to Dantes.

What is that?he inquired.

Look at it,said the abbe with a smile.

I have looked at it with all possible attention,said
Dantesand I only see a half-burnt paper, on which are
traces of Gothic characters inscribed with a peculiar kind
of ink.

This paper, my friend,said FariaI may now avow to you,
since I have the proof of your fidelity -- this paper is my

treasure, of which, from this day forth, one-half belongs to

The sweat started forth on Dantes brow. Until this day and
for how long a time! -- he had refrained from talking of the
treasurewhich had brought upon the abbe the accusation of
madness. With his instinctive delicacy Edmond had preferred
avoiding any touch on this painful chordand Faria had been
equally silent. He had taken the silence of the old man for
a return to reason; and now these few words uttered by
Fariaafter so painful a crisisseemed to indicate a
serious relapse into mental alienation.

Your treasure?stammered Dantes. Faria smiled.

Yes,said he. "You haveindeeda noble natureEdmond
and I see by your paleness and agitation what is passing in
your heart at this moment. Nobe assuredI am not mad.
This treasure existsDantesand if I have not been allowed
to possess ityou will. Yes -- you. No one would listen or
believe mebecause everyone thought me mad; but youwho
must know that I am notlisten to meand believe me so
afterwards if you will."

Alas,murmured Edmond to himselfthis is a terrible
relapse! There was only this blow wanting.Then he said
aloudMy dear friend, your attack has, perhaps, fatigued
you; had you not better repose awhile? To-morrow, if you
will, I will hear your narrative; but to-day I wish to nurse
you carefully. Besides,he saida treasure is not a thing
we need hurry about.

On the contrary, it is a matter of the utmost importance,
Edmond!replied the old man. "Who knows if to-morrowor
the next day afterthe third attack may not come on? and
then must not all be over? YesindeedI have often thought
with a bitter joy that these richeswhich would make the
wealth of a dozen familieswill be forever lost to those
men who persecute me. This idea was one of vengeance to me
and I tasted it slowly in the night of my dungeon and the
despair of my captivity. But now I have forgiven the world
for the love of you; now that I see youyoung and with a
promising future-- now that I think of all that may result
to you in the good fortune of such a disclosureI shudder
at any delayand tremble lest I should not assure to one as
worthy as yourself the possession of so vast an amount of
hidden wealth." Edmond turned away his head with a sigh.

You persist in your incredulity, Edmond,continued Faria.
My words have not convinced you. I see you require proofs.
Well, then, read this paper, which I have never shown to any

To-morrow, my dear friend,said Edmonddesirous of not
yielding to the old man's madness. "I thought it was
understood that we should not talk of that until to-morrow."

Then we will not talk of it until to-morrow; but read this
paper to-day.

I will not irritate him,thought Edmondand taking the
paperof which half was wanting-- having been burntno
doubtby some accident-- he read: -

This treasure, which may amount to two...
of Roman crowns in the most distant a...
of the second opening wh...
declare to belong to him alo...
25th Aprill49"

Well!said Fariawhen the young man had finished reading

Why,replied DantesI see nothing but broken lines and
unconnected words, which are rendered illegible by fire.

Yes, to you, my friend, who read them for the first time;
but not for me, who have grown pale over them by many
nights' study, and have reconstructed every phrase,
completed every thought.

And do you believe you have discovered the hidden meaning?

I am sure I have, and you shall judge for yourself; but
first listen to the history of this paper.

Silence!exclaimed Dantes. "Steps approach -- I go --

And Danteshappy to escape the history and explanation
which would be sure to confirm his belief in his friend's
mental instabilityglided like a snake along the narrow
passage; while Fariarestored by his alarm to a certain
amount of activitypushed the stone into place with his
footand covered it with a mat in order the more
effectually to avoid discovery.

It was the governorwhohearing of Faria's illness from
the jailerhad come in person to see him.

Faria sat up to receive himavoiding all gestures in order
that he might conceal from the governor the paralysis that
had already half stricken him with death. His fear was lest
the governortouched with pitymight order him to be
removed to better quartersand thus separate him from his
young companion. But fortunately this was not the caseand
the governor left himconvinced that the poor madmanfor
whom in his heart he felt a kind of affectionwas only
troubled with a slight indisposition.

During this timeEdmondseated on his bed with his head in
his handstried to collect his scattered thoughts. Faria
since their first acquaintancehad been on all points so
rational and logicalso wonderfully sagaciousin fact
that he could not understand how so much wisdom on all
points could be allied with madness. Was Faria deceived as
to his treasureor was all the world deceived as to Faria?

Dantes remained in his cell all daynot daring to return to
his friendthinking thus to defer the moment when he should
be convincedonce for allthat the abbe was mad -- such a
conviction would be so terrible!

Buttowards the evening after the hour for the customary
visit had gone byFarianot seeing the young man appear
tried to move and get over the distance which separated
them. Edmond shuddered when he heard the painful efforts

which the old man made to drag himself along; his leg was
inertand he could no longer make use of one arm. Edmond
was obliged to assist himfor otherwise he would not have
been able to enter by the small aperture which led to
Dantes' chamber.

Here I am, pursuing you remorselessly,he said with a
benignant smile. "You thought to escape my munificencebut
it is in vain. Listen to me."

Edmond saw there was no escapeand placing the old man on
his bedhe seated himself on the stool beside him.

You know,said the abbethat I was the secretary and
intimate friend of Cardinal Spada, the last of the princes
of that name. I owe to this worthy lord all the happiness I
ever knew. He was not rich, although the wealth of his
family had passed into a proverb, and I heard the phrase
very often, `As rich as a Spada.' But he, like public rumor,
lived on this reputation for wealth; his palace was my
paradise. I was tutor to his nephews, who are dead; and when
he was alone in the world, I tried by absolute devotion to
his will, to make up to him all he had done for me during
ten years of unremitting kindness. The cardinal's house had
no secrets for me. I had often seen my noble patron
annotating ancient volumes, and eagerly searching amongst
dusty family manuscripts. One day when I was reproaching him
for his unavailing searches, and deploring the prostration
of mind that followed them, he looked at me, and, smiling
bitterly, opened a volume relating to the History of the
City of Rome. There, in the twentieth chapter of the Life of
Pope Alexander VI., were the following lines, which I can
never forget: -

`The great wars of Romagna had ended; Caesar Borgiawho
had completed his conquesthad need of money to purchase
all Italy. The pope had also need of money to bring matters
to an end with Louis XII. King of Francewho was formidable
still in spite of his recent reverses; and it was necessary
thereforeto have recourse to some profitable schemewhich
was a matter of great difficulty in the impoverished
condition of exhausted Italy. His holiness had an idea. He
determined to make two cardinals.'

By choosing two of the greatest personages of Rome,
especially rich men -- this was the return the holy father
looked for. In the first place, he could sell the great
appointments and splendid offices which the cardinals
already held; and then he had the two hats to sell besides.
There was a third point in view, which will appear
hereafter. The pope and Caesar Borgia first found the two
future cardinals; they were Giovanni Rospigliosi, who held
four of the highest dignities of the Holy See, and Caesar
Spada, one of the noblest and richest of the Roman nobility;
both felt the high honor of such a favor from the pope. They
were ambitious, and Caesar Borgia soon found purchasers for
their appointments. The result was, that Rospigliosi and
Spada paid for being cardinals, and eight other persons paid
for the offices the cardinals held before their elevation,
and thus eight hundred thousand crowns entered into the
coffers of the speculators.

It is time now to proceed to the last part of the
speculation. The pope heaped attentions upon Rospigliosi and

Spadaconferred upon them the insignia of the cardinalate
and induced them to arrange their affairs and take up their
residence at Rome. Then the pope and Caesar Borgia invited
the two cardinals to dinner. This was a matter of dispute
between the holy father and his son. Caesar thought they
could make use of one of the means which he always had ready
for his friendsthat is to sayin the first placethe
famous key which was given to certain persons with the
request that they go and open a designated cupboard. This
key was furnished with a small iron point-- a negligence
on the part of the locksmith. When this was pressed to
effect the opening of the cupboardof which the lock was
difficultthe person was pricked by this small pointand
died next day. Then there was the ring with the lion's head
which Caesar wore when he wanted to greet his friends with a
clasp of the hand. The lion bit the hand thus favoredand
at the end of twenty-four hoursthe bite was mortal. Caesar
proposed to his fatherthat they should either ask the
cardinals to open the cupboardor shake hands with them;
but Alexander VI.replied: `Now as to the worthy cardinals
Spada and Rospigliosilet us ask both of them to dinner
something tells me that we shall get that money back.
Besidesyou forgetCaesaran indigestion declares itself
immediatelywhile a prick or a bite occasions a delay of a
day or two.' Caesar gave way before such cogent reasoning
and the cardinals were consequently invited to dinner.

The table was laid in a vineyard belonging to the pope,
near San Pierdarena, a charming retreat which the cardinals
knew very well by report. Rospigliosi, quite set up with his
new dignities, went with a good appetite and his most
ingratiating manner. Spada, a prudent man, and greatly
attached to his only nephew, a young captain of the highest
promise, took paper and pen, and made his will. He then sent
word to his nephew to wait for him near the vineyard; but it
appeared the servant did not find him.

Spada knew what these invitations meant; since
Christianityso eminently civilizinghad made progress in
Romeit was no longer a centurion who came from the tyrant
with a message`Caesar wills that you die.' but it was a
legate a laterewho came with a smile on his lips to say
from the pope`His holiness requests you to dine with him.'

Spada set out about two o'clock to San Pierdarena. The pope
awaited him. The first sight that attracted the eyes of
Spada was that of his nephew, in full costume, and Caesar
Borgia paying him most marked attentions. Spada turned pale,
as Caesar looked at him with an ironical air, which proved
that he had anticipated all, and that the snare was well
spread. They began dinner and Spada was only able to inquire
of his nephew if he had received his message. The nephew
replied no; perfectly comprehending the meaning of the
question. It was too late, for he had already drunk a glass
of excellent wine, placed for him expressly by the pope's
butler. Spada at the same moment saw another bottle approach
him, which he was pressed to taste. An hour afterwards a
physician declared they were both poisoned through eating
mushrooms. Spada died on the threshold of the vineyard; the
nephew expired at his own door, making signs which his wife
could not comprehend.

Then Caesar and the pope hastened to lay hands on the
heritageunder presence of seeking for the papers of the

dead man. But the inheritance consisted in this onlya
scrap of paper on which Spada had written: -- `I bequeath to
my beloved nephew my coffersmy booksandamongst others
my breviary with the gold cornerswhich I beg he will
preserve in remembrance of his affectionate uncle.'

The heirs sought everywhere, admired the breviary, laid
hands on the furniture, and were greatly astonished that
Spada, the rich man, was really the most miserable of uncles
-- no treasures -- unless they were those of science,
contained in the library and laboratories. That was all.
Caesar and his father searched, examined, scrutinized, but
found nothing, or at least very little; not exceeding a few
thousand crowns in plate, and about the same in ready money;
but the nephew had time to say to his wife before he
expired: `Look well among my uncle's papers; there is a

They sought even more thoroughly than the august heirs had
donebut it was fruitless. There were two palaces and a
vineyard behind the Palatine Hill; but in these days landed
property had not much valueand the two palaces and the
vineyard remained to the family since they were beneath the
rapacity of the pope and his son. Months and years rolled
on. Alexander VI. diedpoisoned-- you know by what
mistake. Caesarpoisoned at the same timeescaped by
shedding his skin like a snake; but the new skin was spotted
by the poison till it looked like a tiger's. Thencompelled
to quit Romehe went and got himself obscurely killed in a
night skirmishscarcely noticed in history. After the
pope's death and his son's exileit was supposed that the
Spada family would resume the splendid position they had
held before the cardinal's time; but this was not the case.
The Spadas remained in doubtful easea mystery hung over
this dark affairand the public rumor wasthat Caesara
better politician than his fatherhad carried off from the
pope the fortune of the two cardinals. I say the two
because Cardinal Rospigliosiwho had not taken any
precautionwas completely despoiled.

Up to this point,said Fariainterrupting the thread of
his narrativethis seems to you very meaningless, no
doubt, eh?

Oh, my friend,cried Danteson the contrary, it seems as
if I were reading a most interesting narrative; go on, I beg
of you.

I will.

The family began to get accustomed to their obscurity.
Years rolled on, and amongst the descendants some were
soldiers, others diplomatists; some churchmen, some bankers;
some grew rich, and some were ruined. I come now to the last
of the family, whose secretary I was -- the Count of Spada.
I had often heard him complain of the disproportion of his
rank with his fortune; and I advised him to invest all he
had in an annuity. He did so, and thus doubled his income.
The celebrated breviary remained in the family, and was in
the count's possession. It had been handed down from father
to son; for the singular clause of the only will that had
been found, had caused it to be regarded as a genuine relic,
preserved in the family with superstitious veneration. It
was an illuminated book, with beautiful Gothic characters,

and so weighty with gold, that a servant always carried it
before the cardinal on days of great solemnity.

At the sight of papers of all sorts-- titlescontracts
parchmentswhich were kept in the archives of the family
all descending from the poisoned cardinalI in my turn
examined the immense bundles of documentslike twenty
servitorsstewardssecretaries before me; but in spite of
the most exhaustive researchesI found -- nothing. Yet I
had readI had even written a precise history of the Borgia
familyfor the sole purpose of assuring myself whether any
increase of fortune had occurred to them on the death of the
Cardinal Caesar Spada; but could only trace the acquisition
of the property of the Cardinal Rospigliosihis companion
in misfortune.

I was then almost assured that the inheritance had neither
profited the Borgias nor the family, but had remained
unpossessed like the treasures of the Arabian Nights, which
slept in the bosom of the earth under the eyes of the genie.
I searched, ransacked, counted, calculated a thousand and a
thousand times the income and expenditure of the family for
three hundred years. It was useless. I remained in my
ignorance, and the Count of Spada in his poverty. My patron
died. He had reserved from his annuity his family papers,
his library, composed of five thousand volumes, and his
famous breviary. All these he bequeathed to me, with a
thousand Roman crowns, which he had in ready money, on
condition that I would have anniversary masses said for the
repose of his soul, and that I would draw up a genealogical
tree and history of his house. All this I did scrupulously.
Be easy, my dear Edmond, we are near the conclusion.

In 1807a month before I was arrestedand a fortnight
after the death of the Count of Spadaon the 25th of
December (you will see presently how the date became fixed
in my memory)I was readingfor the thousandth timethe
papers I was arrangingfor the palace was sold to a
strangerand I was going to leave Rome and settle at
Florenceintending to take with me twelve thousand francs I
possessedmy libraryand the famous breviarywhentired
with my constant labor at the same thingand overcome by a
heavy dinner I had eatenmy head dropped on my handsand I
fell asleep about three o'clock in the afternoon. I awoke as
the clock was striking six. I raised my head; I was in utter
darkness. I rang for a lightbut as no one cameI
determined to find one for myself. It was indeed but
anticipating the simple manners which I should soon be under
the necessity of adopting. I took a wax-candle in one hand
and with the other groped about for a piece of paper (my
match-box being empty)with which I proposed to get a light
from the small flame still playing on the embers. Fearing
howeverto make use of any valuable piece of paperI
hesitated for a momentthen recollected that I had seen in
the famous breviarywhich was on the table beside mean
old paper quite yellow with ageand which had served as a
marker for centurieskept there by the request of the
heirs. I felt for itfound ittwisted it up togetherand
putting it into the expiring flameset light to it.

But beneath my fingers, as if by magic, in proportion as
the fire ascended, I saw yellowish characters appear on the
paper. I grasped it in my hand, put out the flame as quickly
as I could, lighted my taper in the fire itself, and opened

the crumpled paper with inexpressible emotion, recognizing,
when I had done so, that these characters had been traced in
mysterious and sympathetic ink, only appearing when exposed
to the fire; nearly one-third of the paper had been consumed
by the flame. It was that paper you read this morning; read
it again, Dantes, and then I will complete for you the
incomplete words and unconnected sense.

Fariawith an air of triumphoffered the paper to Dantes
who this time read the following wordstraced with an ink
of a reddish color resembling rust: --

This 25th day of April, 1498, be...
Alexander VI., and fearing that not...
he may desire to become my heir, and re...
and Bentivoglio, who were poisoned,...
my sole heir, that I have bu...
and has visited with me, that is, in...
Island of Monte Cristo, all I poss...
jewels, diamonds, gems; that I alone...
may amount to nearly two mil...
will find on raising the twentieth ro...
creek to the east in a right line. Two open...
in these caves; the treasure is in the furthest a...
which treasure I bequeath and leave en...
as my sole heir.
25th April1498.

And now said the abbe, read this other paper;" and he
presented to Dantes a second leaf with fragments of lines
written on itwhich Edmond read as follows: -- invited to dine by his Holiness
...content with making me pay for my hat,
...serves for me the fate of Cardinals Caprara
...I declare to my nephew, Guido Spada
...ried in a place he knows
...the caves of the small
...essed of ingots, gold, money,
...know of the existence of this treasure, which
...lions of Roman crowns, and which he from the small
...ings have been made
...ngle in the second;
...tire to him Spada.

Faria followed him with an excited look. "and now he said,
when he saw that Dantes had read the last line, put the two
fragments togetherand judge for yourself." Dantes obeyed
and the conjointed pieces gave the following: -

This 25th day of April, 1498, invited to dine by
his Holiness Alexander VI., and fearing that not...content
with making me pay for my hat, he may desire to become my
heir, and re...serves for me the fate of Cardinals Caprara
and Bentivoglio, who were poisoned...I declare to my nephew,
Guido Spada, my sole heir, that I have bu...ried in a place
he knows and has visited with me, that is, in...the caves of
the small Island of Monte Cristo all I poss...ssed of
ingots, gold, money, jewels, diamonds, gems; that I
alone...know of the existence of this treasure, which may
amount to nearly two mil...lions of Roman crowns, and which

he will find on raising the twentieth from the small
creek to the east in a right line. Two open...ings have been
made in these caves; the treasure is in the furthest
a...ngle in the second; which treasure I bequeath and leave
en...tire to him as my sole heir.
25th April1498. Spada.

Well, do you comprehend now?inquired Faria.

It is the declaration of Cardinal Spada, and the will so
long sought for,replied Edmondstill incredulous.

Yes; a thousand times, yes!

And who completed it as it now is?

I did. Aided by the remaining fragment, I guessed the rest;
measuring the length of the lines by those of the paper, and
divining the hidden meaning by means of what was in part
revealed, as we are guided in a cavern by the small ray of
light above us.

And what did you do when you arrived at this conclusion?

I resolved to set out, and did set out at that very
instant, carrying with me the beginning of my great work,
the unity of the Italian kingdom; but for some time the
imperial police (who at this period, quite contrary to what
Napoleon desired so soon as he had a son born to him, wished
for a partition of provinces) had their eyes on me; and my
hasty departure, the cause of which they were unable to
guess, having aroused their suspicions, I was arrested at
the very moment I was leaving Piombino.

Now continued Faria, addressing Dantes with an almost
paternal expression, nowmy dear fellowyou know as much
as I do myself. If we ever escape togetherhalf this
treasure is yours; if I die hereand you escape alonethe
whole belongs to you."

But,inquired Dantes hesitatinghas this treasure no
more legitimate possessor in the world than ourselves?

No, no, be easy on that score; the family is extinct. The
last Count of Spada, moreover, made me his heir, bequeathing
to me this symbolic breviary, he bequeathed to me all it
contained; no, no, make your mind satisfied on that point.
If we lay hands on this fortune, we may enjoy it without

And you say this treasure amounts to-

Two millions of Roman crowns; nearly thirteen millions of
our money.*

* $2600000 in 1894.
Impossible!said Dantesstaggered at the enormous amount.

Impossible? and why?asked the old man. "The Spada family
was one of the oldest and most powerful families of the
fifteenth century; and in those timeswhen other
opportunities for investment were wantingsuch

accumulations of gold and jewels were by no means rare;
there are at this day Roman families perishing of hunger
though possessed of nearly a million in diamonds and jewels
handed down by entailand which they cannot touch." Edmond
thought he was in a dream -- he wavered between incredulity
and joy.

I have only kept this secret so long from you,continued
Fariathat I might test your character, and then surprise
you. Had we escaped before my attack of catalepsy, I should
have conducted you to Monte Cristo; now,he addedwith a
sighit is you who will conduct me thither. Well, Dantes,
you do not thank me?

This treasure belongs to you, my dear friend,replied
Dantesand to you only. I have no right to it. I am no
relation of yours.

You are my son, Dantes,exclaimed the old man. "You are
the child of my captivity. My profession condemns me to
celibacy. God has sent you to me to consoleat one and the
same timethe man who could not be a fatherand the
prisoner who could not get free." And Faria extended the arm
of which alone the use remained to him to the young man who
threw himself upon his neck and wept.

Chapter 19
The Third Attack.

Now that this treasurewhich had so long been the object of
the abbe's meditationscould insure the future happiness of
him whom Faria really loved as a sonit had doubled its
value in his eyesand every day he expatiated on the
amountexplaining to Dantes all the good whichwith
thirteen or fourteen millions of francsa man could do in
these days to his friends; and then Dantes' countenance
became gloomyfor the oath of vengeance he had taken
recurred to his memoryand he reflected how much illin
these timesa man with thirteen or fourteen millions could
do to his enemies.

The abbe did not know the Island of Monte Cristo; but Dantes
knew itand had often passed itsituated twenty-five miles
from Pianosabetween Corsica and the Island of Elbaand
had once touched there. This island wasalways had been
and still iscompletely deserted. It is a rock of almost
conical formwhich looks as though it had been thrust up by
volcanic force from the depth to the surface of the ocean.
Dantes drew a plan of the island for Fariaand Faria gave
Dantes advice as to the means he should employ to recover
the treasure. But Dantes was far from being as enthusiastic
and confident as the old man. It was past a question now
that Faria was not a lunaticand the way in which he had
achieved the discoverywhich had given rise to the
suspicion of his madnessincreased Edmond's admiration of
him; but at the same time Dantes could not believe that the
depositsupposing it had ever existedstill existed; and
though he considered the treasure as by no means chimerical
he yet believed it was no longer there.

Howeveras if fate resolved on depriving the prisoners of
their last chanceand making them understand that they were

condemned to perpetual imprisonmenta new misfortune befell
them; the gallery on the sea sidewhich had long been in
ruinswas rebuilt. They had repaired it completelyand
stopped up with vast masses of stone the hole Dantes had
partly filled in. But for this precautionwhichit will be
rememberedthe abbe had made to Edmondthe misfortune
would have been still greaterfor their attempt to escape
would have been detectedand they would undoubtedly have
been separated. Thus a newa strongerand more inexorable
barrier was interposed to cut off the realization of their

You see,said the young manwith an air of sorrowful
resignationto Fariathat God deems it right to take from
me any claim to merit for what you call my devotion to you.
I have promised to remain forever with you, and now I could
not break my promise if I would. The treasure will be no
more mine than yours, and neither of us will quit this
prison. But my real treasure is not that, my dear friend,
which awaits me beneath the sombre rocks of Monte Cristo, it
is your presence, our living together five or six hours a
day, in spite of our jailers; it is the rays of intelligence
you have elicited from my brain, the languages you have
implanted in my memory, and which have taken root there with
all their philological ramifications. These different
sciences that you have made so easy to me by the depth of
the knowledge you possess of them, and the clearness of the
principles to which you have reduced them -- this is my
treasure, my beloved friend, and with this you have made me
rich and happy. Believe me, and take comfort, this is better
for me than tons of gold and cases of diamonds, even were
they not as problematical as the clouds we see in the
morning floating over the sea, which we take for terra
firma, and which evaporate and vanish as we draw near to
them. To have you as long as possible near me, to hear your
eloquent speech, -- which embellishes my mind, strengthens
my soul, and makes my whole frame capable of great and
terrible things, if I should ever be free, -- so fills my
whole existence, that the despair to which I was just on the
point of yielding when I knew you, has no longer any hold
over me; and this -- this is my fortune -- not chimerical,
but actual. I owe you my real good, my present happiness;
and all the sovereigns of the earth, even Caesar Borgia
himself, could not deprive me of this.

Thusif not actually happyyet the days these two
unfortunates passed together went quickly. Fariawho for so
long a time had kept silence as to the treasurenow
perpetually talked of it. As he had prophesied would be the
casehe remained paralyzed in the right arm and the left
legand had given up all hope of ever enjoying it himself.
But he was continually thinking over some means of escape
for his young companionand anticipating the pleasure he
would enjoy. For fear the letter might be some day lost or
stolenhe compelled Dantes to learn it by heart; and Dantes
knew it from the first to the last word. Then he destroyed
the second portionassured that if the first were seized
no one would be able to discover its real meaning. Whole
hours sometimes passed while Faria was giving instructions
to Dantes-- instructions which were to serve him when he
was at liberty. Thenonce freefrom the day and hour and
moment when he was sohe could have but one only thought
which wasto gain Monte Cristo by some meansand remain
there alone under some pretext which would arouse no

suspicions; and once thereto endeavor to find the
wonderful cavernsand search in the appointed spot-- the
appointed spotbe it rememberedbeing the farthest angle
in the second opening.

In the meanwhile the hours passedif not rapidlyat least
tolerably. Fariaas we have saidwithout having recovered
the use of his hand and foothad regained all the clearness
of his understandingand had graduallybesides the moral
instructions we have detailedtaught his youthful companion
the patient and sublime duty of a prisonerwho learns to
make something from nothing. They were thus perpetually
employed-- Fariathat he might not see himself grow old;
Dantesfor fear of recalling the almost extinct past which
now only floated in his memory like a distant light
wandering in the night. So life went on for them as it does
for those who are not victims of misfortune and whose
activities glide along mechanically and tranquilly beneath
the eye of providence.

But beneath this superficial calm there were in the heart of
the young manand perhaps in that of the old manmany
repressed desiresmany stifled sighswhich found vent when
Faria was left aloneand when Edmond returned to his cell.
One night Edmond awoke suddenlybelieving that he heard
some one calling him. He opened his eyes upon utter
darkness. His nameor rather a plaintive voice which
essayed to pronounce his namereached him. He sat up in bed
and a cold sweat broke out upon his brow. Undoubtedly the
call came from Faria's dungeon. "Alas murmured Edmond;
can it be?"

He moved his beddrew up the stonerushed into the
passageand reached the opposite extremity; the secret
entrance was open. By the light of the wretched and wavering
lampof which we have spokenDantes saw the old manpale
but yet erectclinging to the bedstead. His features were
writhing with those horrible symptoms which he already knew
and which had so seriously alarmed him when he saw them for
the first time.

Alas, my dear friend,said Faria in a resigned toneyou
understand, do you not, and I need not attempt to explain to

Edmond uttered a cry of agonyandquite out of his senses
rushed towards the doorexclaimingHelp, help!Faria had
just sufficient strength to restrain him.

Silence,he saidor you are lost. We must now only think
of you, my dear friend, and so act as to render your
captivity supportable or your flight possible. It would
require years to do again what I have done here, and the
results would be instantly destroyed if our jailers knew we
had communicated with each other. Besides, be assured, my
dear Edmond, the dungeon I am about to leave will not long
remain empty; some other unfortunate being will soon take my
place, and to him you will appear like an angel of
salvation. Perhaps he will be young, strong, and enduring,
like yourself, and will aid you in your escape, while I have
been but a hindrance. You will no longer have half a dead
body tied to you as a drag to all your movements. At length
providence has done something for you; he restores to you
more than he takes away, and it was time I should die.

Edmond could only clasp his hands and exclaimOh, my
friend, my friend, speak not thus!and then resuming all
his presence of mindwhich had for a moment staggered under
this blowand his strengthwhich had failed at the words
of the old manhe saidOh, I have saved you once, and I
will save you a second time!And raising the foot of the
bedhe drew out the phialstill a third filled with the
red liquor.

See,he exclaimedthere remains still some of the magic
draught. Quick, quick! tell me what I must do this time; are
there any fresh instructions? Speak, my friend; I listen.

There is not a hope,replied Fariashaking his headbut
no matter; God wills it that man whom he has created, and in
whose heart he has so profoundly rooted the love of life,
should do all in his power to preserve that existence,
which, however painful it may be, is yet always so dear.

Oh, yes, yes!exclaimed Dantes; "and I tell you that I
will save you yet."

Well, then, try. The cold gains upon me. I feel the blood
flowing towards my brain. These horrible chills, which make
my teeth chatter and seem to dislocate my bones, begin to
pervade my whole frame; in five minutes the malady will
reach its height, and in a quarter of an hour there will be
nothing left of me but a corpse.

Oh!exclaimed Danteshis heart wrung with anguish.

Do as you did before, only do not wait so long, all the
springs of life are now exhausted in me, and death,he
continuedlooking at his paralyzed arm and leghas but
half its work to do. If, after having made me swallow twelve
drops instead of ten, you see that I do not recover, then
pour the rest down my throat. Now lift me on my bed, for I
can no longer support myself.

Edmond took the old man in his armsand laid him on the

And now, my dear friend,said Fariasole consolation of
my wretched existence, -- you whom heaven gave me somewhat
late, but still gave me, a priceless gift, and for which I
am most grateful, -- at the moment of separating from you
forever, I wish you all the happiness and all the prosperity
you so well deserve. My son, I bless thee!The young man
cast himself on his kneesleaning his head against the old
man's bed.

Listen, now, to what I say in this my dying moment. The
treasure of the Spadas exists. God grants me the boon of
vision unrestricted by time or space. I see it in the depths
of the inner cavern. My eyes pierce the inmost recesses of
the earth, and are dazzled at the sight of so much riches.
If you do escape, remember that the poor abbe, whom all the
world called mad, was not so. Hasten to Monte Cristo -avail
yourself of the fortune -- for you have indeed
suffered long enough.A violent convulsion attacked the old
man. Dantes raised his head and saw Faria's eyes injected
with blood. It seemed as if a flow of blood had ascended
from the chest to the head.

Adieu, adieu!murmured the old manclasping Edmond's hand
convulsively -- "adieu!"

Oh, no, -- no, not yet,he cried; "do not forsake me! Oh
succor him! Help -- help -- help!"

Hush -- hush!murmured the dying manthat they may not
separate us if you save me!

You are right. Oh, yes, yes; be assured I shall save you!
Besides, although you suffer much, you do not seem to be in
such agony as you were before.

Do not mistake. I suffer less because there is in me less
strength to endure. At your age we have faith in life; it is
the privilege of youth to believe and hope, but old men see
death more clearly. Oh, 'tis here -- 'tis here -- 'tis over
-- my sight is gone -- my senses fail! Your hand, Dantes!
Adieu -- adieu!And raising himself by a final effortin
which he summoned all his facultieshe said-- "Monte
Cristoforget not Monte Cristo!" And he fell back on the
bed. The crisis was terribleand a rigid form with twisted
limbsswollen eyelidsand lips flecked with bloody foam
lay on the bed of torturein place of the intellectual
being who so lately rested there.

Dantes took the lampplaced it on a projecting stone above
the bedwhence its tremulous light fell with strange and
fantastic ray on the distorted countenance and motionless
stiffened body. With steady gaze he awaited confidently the
moment for administering the restorative.

When he believed that the right moment had arrivedhe took
the knifepried open the teethwhich offered less
resistance than beforecounted one after the other twelve
dropsand watched; the phial containedperhapstwice as
much more. He waited ten minutesa quarter of an hourhalf
an hour-- no change took place. Tremblinghis hair erect
his brow bathed with perspirationhe counted the seconds by
the beating of his heart. Then he thought it was time to
make the last trialand he put the phial to the purple lips
of Fariaand without having occasion to force open his
jawswhich had remained extendedhe poured the whole of
the liquid down his throat.

The draught produced a galvanic effecta violent trembling
pervaded the old man's limbshis eyes opened until it was
fearful to gaze upon themhe heaved a sigh which resembled
a shriekand then his convulsed body returned gradually to
its former immobilitythe eyes remaining open.

Half an houran houran hour and a half elapsedand
during this period of anguishEdmond leaned over his
friendhis hand applied to his heartand felt the body
gradually grow coldand the heart's pulsation become more
and more deep and dulluntil at length it stopped; the last
movement of the heart ceasedthe face became lividthe
eyes remained openbut the eyeballs were glazed. It was six
o'clock in the morningthe dawn was just breakingand its
feeble ray came into the dungeonand paled the ineffectual
light of the lamp. Strange shadows passed over the
countenance of the dead manand at times gave it the
appearance of life. While the struggle between day and night

lastedDantes still doubted; but as soon as the daylight
gained the pre-eminencehe saw that he was alone with a
corpse. Then an invincible and extreme terror seized upon
himand he dared not again press the hand that hung out of
bedhe dared no longer to gaze on those fixed and vacant
eyeswhich he tried many times to closebut in vain -they
opened again as soon as shut. He extinguished the lamp
carefully concealed itand then went awayclosing as well
as he could the entrance to the secret passage by the large
stone as he descended.

It was timefor the jailer was coming. On this occasion he
began his rounds at Dantes' celland on leaving him he went
on to Faria's dungeontaking thither breakfast and some
linen. Nothing betokened that the man know anything of what
had occurred. He went on his way.

Dantes was then seized with an indescribable desire to know
what was going on in the dungeon of his unfortunate friend.
He therefore returned by the subterraneous galleryand
arrived in time to hear the exclamations of the turnkeywho
called out for help. Other turnkeys cameand then was heard
the regular tramp of soldiers. Last of all came the

Edmond heard the creaking of the bed as they moved the
corpseheard the voice of the governorwho asked them to
throw water on the dead man's face; and seeing thatin
spite of this applicationthe prisoner did not recover
they sent for the doctor. The governor then went outand
words of pity fell on Dantes' listening earsmingled with
brutal laughter.

Well, well,said onethe madman has gone to look after
his treasure. Good journey to him!

With all his millions, he will not have enough to pay for
his shroud!said another.

Oh,added a third voicethe shrouds of the Chateau d'If
are not dear!

Perhaps,said one of the previous speakersas he was a
churchman, they may go to some expense in his behalf.

They may give him the honors of the sack.

Edmond did not lose a wordbut comprehended very little of
what was said. The voices soon ceasedand it seemed to him
as if every one had left the cell. Still he dared not to
enteras they might have left some turnkey to watch the
dead. He remainedthereforemute and motionlesshardly
venturing to breathe. At the end of an hourhe heard a
faint noisewhich increased. It was the governor who
returnedfollowed by the doctor and other attendants. There
was a moment's silence-- it was evident that the doctor
was examining the dead body. The inquiries soon commenced.

The doctor analyzed the symptoms of the malady to which the
prisoner had succumbedand declared that he was dead.
Questions and answers followed in a nonchalant manner that
made Dantes indignantfor he felt that all the world should
have for the poor abbe a love and respect equal to his own.

I am very sorry for what you tell me,said the governor
replying to the assurance of the doctorthat the old man
is really dead; for he was a quiet, inoffensive prisoner,
happy in his folly, and required no watching.

Ah,added the turnkeythere was no occasion for watching
him: he would have stayed here fifty years, I'll answer for
it, without any attempt to escape.

Still,said the governorI believe it will be requisite,
notwithstanding your certainty, and not that I doubt your
science, but in discharge of my official duty, that we
should be perfectly assured that the prisoner is dead.
There was a moment of complete silenceduring which Dantes
still listeningknew that the doctor was examining the
corpse a second time.

You may make your mind easy,said the doctor; "he is dead.
I will answer for that."

You know, sir,said the governorpersistingthat we are
not content in such cases as this with such a simple
examination. In spite of all appearances, be so kind,
therefore, as to finish your duty by fulfilling the
formalities described by law.

Let the irons be heated,said the doctor; "but really it
is a useless precaution." This order to heat the irons made
Dantes shudder. He heard hasty stepsthe creaking of a
doorpeople going and comingand some minutes afterwards a
turnkey enteredsaying-

Here is the brazier, lighted.There was a moment's
silenceand then was heard the crackling of burning flesh
of which the peculiar and nauseous smell penetrated even
behind the wall where Dantes was listening in horror. The
perspiration poured forth upon the young man's browand he
felt as if he should faint.

You see, sir, he is really dead,said the doctor; "this
burn in the heel is decisive. The poor fool is cured of his
follyand delivered from his captivity."

Wasn't his name Faria?inquired one of the officers who
accompanied the governor.

Yes, sir; and, as he said, it was an ancient name. He was,
too, very learned, and rational enough on all points which
did not relate to his treasure; but on that, indeed, he was

It is the sort of malady which we call monomania,said the

You had never anything to complain of?said the governor
to the jailer who had charge of the abbe.

Never, sir,replied the jailernever; on the contrary,
he sometimes amused me very much by telling me stories. One
day, too, when my wife was ill, he gave me a prescription
which cured her.

Ah, ah!said the doctorI did not know that I had a
rival; but I hope, governor, that you will show him all

proper respect.

Yes, yes, make your mind easy, he shall be decently
interred in the newest sack we can find. Will that satisfy

Must this last formality take place in your presence, sir?
inquired a turnkey.

Certainly. But make haste -- I cannot stay here all day.
Other footstepsgoing and comingwere now heardand a
moment afterwards the noise of rustling canvas reached
Dantes' earsthe bed creakedand the heavy footfall of a
man who lifts a weight sounded on the floor; then the bed
again creaked under the weight deposited upon it.

This evening,said the governor.

Will there be any mass?asked one of the attendants.

That is impossible,replied the governor. "The chaplain of
the chateau came to me yesterday to beg for leave of
absencein order to take a trip to Hyeres for a week. I
told him I would attend to the prisoners in his absence. If
the poor abbe had not been in such a hurryhe might have
had his requiem."

Pooh, pooh;said the doctorwith the impiety usual in
persons of his profession; "he is a churchman. God will
respect his professionand not give the devil the wicked
delight of sending him a priest." A shout of laughter
followed this brutal jest. Meanwhile the operation of
putting the body in the sack was going on.

This evening,said the governorwhen the task was ended.

At what hour?inquired a turnkey.

Why, about ten or eleven o'clock.

Shall we watch by the corpse?

Of what use would it be? Shut the dungeon as if he were
alive -- that is all.Then the steps retreatedand the
voices died away in the distance; the noise of the door
with its creaking hinges and bolts ceasedand a silence
more sombre than that of solitude ensued-- the silence of
deathwhich was all-pervasiveand struck its icy chill to
the very soul of Dantes. Then he raised the flag-stone
cautiously with his headand looked carefully around the
chamber. It was emptyand Dantes emerged from the tunnel.

Chapter 20
The Cemetery of the Chateau D'If.

On the bedat full lengthand faintly illuminated by the
pale light that came from the windowlay a sack of canvas
and under its rude folds was stretched a long and stiffened
form; it was Faria's last winding-sheet-- a winding-sheet
whichas the turnkey saidcost so little. Everything was
in readiness. A barrier had been placed between Dantes and
his old friend. No longer could Edmond look into those

wide-open eyes which had seemed to be penetrating the
mysteries of death; no longer could he clasp the hand which
had done so much to make his existence blessed. Fariathe
beneficent and cheerful companionwith whom he was
accustomed to live so intimatelyno longer breathed. He
seated himself on the edge of that terrible bedand fell
into melancholy and gloomy revery.

Alone -- he was alone again -- again condemned to silence -again
face to face with nothingness! Alone! -- never again
to see the facenever again to hear the voice of the only
human being who united him to earth! Was not Faria's fate
the betterafter all -- to solve the problem of life at its
sourceeven at the risk of horrible suffering? The idea of
suicidewhich his friend had driven away and kept away by
his cheerful presencenow hovered like a phantom over the
abbe's dead body.

If I could die,he saidI should go where he goes, and
should assuredly find him again. But how to die? It is very
easy,he went on with a smile; "I will remain hererush on
the first person that opens the doorstrangle himand then
they will guillotine me." But excessive grief is like a
storm at seawhere the frail bark is tossed from the depths
to the top of the wave. Dantes recoiled from the idea of so
infamous a deathand passed suddenly from despair to an
ardent desire for life and liberty.

Die? oh, no,he exclaimed -- "not die nowafter having
lived and suffered so long and so much! Die? yeshad I died
years ago; but now to die would beindeedto give way to
the sarcasm of destiny. NoI want to live; I shall struggle
to the very last; I will yet win back the happiness of which
I have been deprived. Before I die I must not forget that I
have my executioners to punishand perhapstoowho knows
some friends to reward. Yet they will forget me hereand I
shall die in my dungeon like Faria." As he said thishe
became silent and gazed straight before him like one
overwhelmed with a strange and amazing thought. Suddenly he
aroselifted his hand to his brow as if his brain wore
giddypaced twice or thrice round the dungeonand then
paused abruptly by the bed.

Just God!he mutteredwhence comes this thought? Is it
from thee? Since none but the dead pass freely from this
dungeon, let me take the place of the dead!Without giving
himself time to reconsider his decisionandindeedthat
he might not allow his thoughts to be distracted from his
desperate resolutionhe bent over the appalling shroud
opened it with the knife which Faria had madedrew the
corpse from the sackand bore it along the tunnel to his
own chamberlaid it on his couchtied around its head the
rag he wore at night around his owncovered it with his
counterpaneonce again kissed the ice-cold browand tried
vainly to close the resisting eyeswhich glared horribly
turned the head towards the wallso that the jailer might
when he brought the evening mealbelieve that he was
asleepas was his frequent custom; entered the tunnel
againdrew the bed against the wallreturned to the other
celltook from the hiding-place the needle and thread
flung off his ragsthat they might feel only naked flesh
beneath the coarse canvasand getting inside the sack
placed himself in the posture in which the dead body had
been laidand sewed up the mouth of the sack from the


He would have been discovered by the beating of his heart
if by any mischance the jailers had entered at that moment.
Dantes might have waited until the evening visit was over
but he was afraid that the governor would change his mind
and order the dead body to be removed earlier. In that case
his last hope would have been destroyed. Now his plans were
fully madeand this is what he intended to do. If while he
was being carried out the grave-diggers should discover that
they were bearing a live instead of a dead bodyDantes did
not intend to give them time to recognize himbut with a
sudden cut of the knifehe meant to open the sack from top
to bottomandprofiting by their alarmescape; if they
tried to catch himhe would use his knife to better

If they took him to the cemetery and laid him in a gravehe
would allow himself to be covered with earthand thenas
it was nightthe grave-diggers could scarcely have turned
their backs before he would have worked his way through the
yielding soil and escaped. He hoped that the weight of earth
would not be so great that he could not overcome it. If he
was detected in this and the earth proved too heavyhe
would be stifledand then -- so much the betterall would
be over. Dantes had not eaten since the preceding evening
but he had not thought of hungernor did he think of it
now. His situation was too precarious to allow him even time
to reflect on any thought but one.

The first risk that Dantes ran wasthat the jailerwhen he
brought him his supper at seven o'clockmight perceive the
change that had been made; fortunatelytwenty times at
leastfrom misanthropy or fatigueDantes had received his
jailer in bedand then the man placed his bread and soup on
the tableand went away without saying a word. This time
the jailer might not be as silent as usualbut speak to
Dantesand seeing that he received no replygo to the bed
and thus discover all.

When seven o'clock cameDantes' agony really began. His
hand placed upon his heart was unable to redress its
throbbingswhilewith the other he wiped the perspiration
from his temples. From time to time chills ran through his
whole bodyand clutched his heart in a grasp of ice. Then
he thought he was going to die. Yet the hours passed on
without any unusual disturbanceand Dantes knew that he had
escaped the first peril. It was a good augury. At length
about the hour the governor had appointedfootsteps were
heard on the stairs. Edmond felt that the moment had
arrivedsummoned up all his courageheld his breathand
would have been happy if at the same time he could have
repressed the throbbing of his veins. The footsteps -- they
were double -- paused at the door -- and Dantes guessed that
the two grave-diggers had come to seek him -- this idea was
soon converted into certaintywhen he heard the noise they
made in putting down the hand-bier. The door openedand a
dim light reached Dantes' eyes through the coarse sack that
covered him; he saw two shadows approach his beda third
remaining at the door with a torch in its hand. The two men
approaching the ends of the bedtook the sack by its

He's heavy though for an old and thin man,said oneas he

raised the head.

They say every year adds half a pound to the weight of the
bones,said anotherlifting the feet.

Have you tied the knot?inquired the first speaker.

What would be the use of carrying so much more weight?was
the replyI can do that when we get there.

Yes, you're right,replied the companion.

What's the knot for?thought Dantes.

They deposited the supposed corpse on the bier. Edmond
stiffened himself in order to play the part of a dead man
and then the partylighted by the man with the torchwho
went firstascended the stairs. Suddenly he felt the fresh
and sharp night airand Dantes knew that the mistral was
blowing. It was a sensation in which pleasure and pain were
strangely mingled. The bearers went on for twenty paces
then stoppedputting the bier down on the ground. One of
them went awayand Dantes heard his shoes striking on the

Where am I?he asked himself.

Really, he is by no means a light load!said the other
bearersitting on the edge of the hand-barrow. Dantes'
first impulse was to escapebut fortunately he did not
attempt it.

Give us a light,said the other beareror I shall never
find what I am looking for.The man with the torch
compliedalthough not asked in the most polite terms.

What can he be looking for?thought Edmond. "The spade
perhaps." An exclamation of satisfaction indicated that the
grave-digger had found the object of his search. "Here it is
at last he said, not without some trouble though."

Yes,was the answerbut it has lost nothing by waiting.

As he said thisthe man came towards Edmondwho heard a
heavy metallic substance laid down beside himand at the
same moment a cord was fastened round his feet with sudden
and painful violence.

Well, have you tied the knot?inquired the grave-digger
who was looking on.

Yes, and pretty tight too, I can tell you,was the answer.

Move on, then.And the bier was lifted once moreand they

They advanced fifty paces fartherand then stopped to open
a doorthen went forward again. The noise of the waves
dashing against the rocks on which the chateau is built
reached Dantes' ear distinctly as they went forward.

Bad weather!observed one of the bearers; "not a pleasant
night for a dip in the sea."

Why, yes, the abbe runs a chance of being wet,said the
other; and then there was a burst of brutal laughter. Dantes
did not comprehend the jestbut his hair stood erect on his

Well, here we are at last,said one of them. "A little
farther -- a little farther said the other. You know very
well that the last was stopped on his waydashed on the
rocksand the governor told us next day that we were
careless fellows."

They ascended five or six more stepsand then Dantes felt
that they took himone by the head and the other by the
heelsand swung him to and fro. "One!" said the
grave-diggerstwo! three!And at the same instant Dantes
felt himself flung into the air like a wounded bird
fallingfallingwith a rapidity that made his blood
curdle. Although drawn downwards by the heavy weight which
hastened his rapid descentit seemed to him as if the fall
lasted for a century.

At lastwith a horrible splashhe darted like an arrow
into the ice-cold waterand as he did so he uttered a
shrill crystifled in a moment by his immersion beneath the

Dantes had been flung into the seaand was dragged into its
depths by a thirty-six pound shot tied to his feet. The sea
is the cemetery of the Chateau d'If.

Chapter 21
The Island of Tiboulen.

Dantesalthough stunned and almost suffocatedhad
sufficient presence of mind to hold his breathand as his
right hand (prepared as he was for every chance) held his
knife openhe rapidly ripped up the sackextricated his
armand then his body; but in spite of all his efforts to
free himself from the shothe felt it dragging him down
still lower. He then bent his bodyand by a desperate
effort severed the cord that bound his legsat the moment
when it seemed as if he were actually strangled. With a
mighty leap he rose to the surface of the seawhile the
shot dragged down to the depths the sack that had so nearly
become his shroud.

Dantes waited only to get breathand then divedin order
to avoid being seen. When he arose a second timehe was
fifty paces from where he had first sunk. He saw overhead a
black and tempestuous skyacross which the wind was driving
clouds that occasionally suffered a twinkling star to
appear; before him was the vast expanse of waterssombre
and terriblewhose waves foamed and roared as if before the
approach of a storm. Behind himblacker than the sea
blacker than the skyrose phantom-like the vast stone
structurewhose projecting crags seemed like arms extended
to seize their preyand on the highest rock was a torch
lighting two figures. He fancied that these two forms were
looking at the sea; doubtless these strange grave-diggers
had heard his cry. Dantes dived againand remained a long
time beneath the water. This was an easy feat to himfor he
usually attracted a crowd of spectators in the bay before

the lighthouse at Marseilles when he swam thereand was
unanimously declared to be the best swimmer in the port.
When he came up again the light had disappeared.

He must now get his bearings. Ratonneau and Pomegue are the
nearest islands of all those that surround the Chateau d'If
but Ratonneau and Pomegue are inhabitedas is also the
islet of DaumeTiboulen and Lemaire were therefore the
safest for Dantes' venture. The islands of Tiboulen and
Lemaire are a league from the Chateau d'If; Dantes
neverthelessdetermined to make for them. But how could he
find his way in the darkness of the night? At this moment he
saw the light of Planiergleaming in front of him like a
star. By leaving this light on the righthe kept the Island
of Tiboulen a little on the left; by turning to the left
thereforehe would find it. Butas we have saidit was at
least a league from the Chateau d'If to this island. Often
in prison Faria had said to himwhen he saw him idle and
inactiveDantes, you must not give way to this
listlessness; you will be drowned if you seek to escape, and
your strength has not been properly exercised and prepared
for exertion.These words rang in Dantes' earseven
beneath the waves; he hastened to cleave his way through
them to see if he had not lost his strength. He found with
pleasure that his captivity had taken away nothing of his
powerand that he was still master of that element on whose
bosom he had so often sported as a boy.

Fearthat relentless pursuerclogged Dantes' efforts. He
listened for any sound that might be audibleand every time
that he rose to the top of a wave he scanned the horizon
and strove to penetrate the darkness. He fancied that every
wave behind him was a pursuing boatand he redoubled his
exertionsincreasing rapidly his distance from the chateau
but exhausting his strength. He swam on stilland already
the terrible chateau had disappeared in the darkness. He
could not see itbut he felt its presence. An hour passed
during which Dantesexcited by the feeling of freedom
continued to cleave the waves. "Let us see said he, I
have swum above an hourbut as the wind is against methat
has retarded my speed; howeverif I am not mistakenI must
be close to Tiboulen. But what if I were mistaken?" A
shudder passed over him. He sought to tread waterin order
to rest himself; but the sea was too violentand he felt
that he could not make use of this means of recuperation.

Well,said heI will swim on until I am worn out, or the
cramp seizes me, and then I shall sink;and he struck out
with the energy of despair.

Suddenly the sky seemed to him to become still darker and
more denseand heavy clouds seemed to sweep down towards
him; at the same time he felt a sharp pain in his knee. He
fancied for a moment that he had been shotand listened for
the report; but he heard nothing. Then he put out his hand
and encountered an obstacle and with another stroke knew
that he had gained the shore.

Before him rose a grotesque mass of rocksthat resembled
nothing so much as a vast fire petrified at the moment of
its most fervent combustion. It was the Island of Tiboulen.
Dantes roseadvanced a few stepsandwith a fervent
prayer of gratitudestretched himself on the granite. which
seemed to him softer than down. Thenin spite of the wind

and rainhe fell into the deepsweet sleep of utter
exhaustion. At the expiration of an hour Edmond was awakened
by the roar of thunder. The tempest was let loose and
beating the atmosphere with its mighty wings; from time to
time a flash of lightning stretched across the heavens like
a fiery serpentlighting up the clouds that rolled on in
vast chaotic waves.

Dantes had not been deceived -- he had reached the first of
the two islandswhich wasin factTiboulen. He knew that
it was barren and without shelter; but when the sea became
more calmhe resolved to plunge into its waves againand
swim to Lemaireequally aridbut largerand consequently
better adapted for concealment.

An overhanging rock offered him a temporary shelterand
scarcely had he availed himself of it when the tempest burst
forth in all its fury. Edmond felt the trembling of the rock
beneath which he lay; the wavesdashing themselves against
itwetted him with their spray. He was safely sheltered
and yet he felt dizzy in the midst of the warring of the
elements and the dazzling brightness of the lightning. It
seemed to him that the island trembled to its baseand that
it wouldlike a vessel at anchorbreak mooringsand bear
him off into the centre of the storm. He then recollected
that he had not eaten or drunk for four-and-twenty hours. He
extended his handsand drank greedily of the rainwater that
had lodged in a hollow of the rock.

As he rosea flash of lightningthat seemed to rive the
remotest heights of heavenillumined the darkness. By its
lightbetween the Island of Lemaire and Cape Croisellea
quarter of a league distantDantes saw a fishing-boat
driven rapidly like a spectre before the power of winds and
waves. A second afterhe saw it againapproaching with
frightful rapidity. Dantes cried at the top of his voice to
warn them of their dangerbut they saw it themselves.
Another flash showed him four men clinging to the shattered
mast and the riggingwhile a fifth clung to the broken

The men he beheld saw him undoubtedlyfor their cries were
carried to his ears by the wind. Above the splintered mast a
sail rent to tatters was waving; suddenly the ropes that
still held it gave wayand it disappeared in the darkness
of the night like a vast sea-bird. At the same moment a
violent crash was heardand cries of distress. Dantes from
his rocky perch saw the shattered vesseland among the
fragments the floating forms of the hapless sailors. Then
all was dark again.

Dantes ran down the rocks at the risk of being himself
dashed to pieces; he listenedhe groped aboutbut he heard
and saw nothing -- the cries had ceasedand the tempest
continued to rage. By degrees the wind abatedvast gray
clouds rolled towards the westand the blue firmament
appeared studded with bright stars. Soon a red streak became
visible in the horizonthe waves whiteneda light played
over themand gilded their foaming crests with gold. It was

Dantes stood mute and motionless before this majestic
spectacleas if he now beheld it for the first time; and
indeed since his captivity in the Chateau d'If he had

forgotten that such scenes were ever to be witnessed. He
turned towards the fortressand looked at both sea and
land. The gloomy building rose from the bosom of the ocean
with imposing majesty and seemed to dominate the scene. It
was about five o'clock. The sea continued to get calmer.

In two or three hours,thought Dantesthe turnkey will
enter my chamber, find the body of my poor friend, recognize
it, seek for me in vain, and give the alarm. Then the tunnel
will be discovered; the men who cast me into the sea and who
must have heard the cry I uttered, will be questioned. Then
boats filled with armed soldiers will pursue the wretched
fugitive. The cannon will warn every one to refuse shelter
to a man wandering about naked and famished. The police of
Marseilles will be on the alert by land, whilst the governor
pursues me by sea. I am cold, I am hungry. I have lost even
the knife that saved me. O my God, I have suffered enough
surely! Have pity on me, and do for me what I am unable to
do for myself.

As Dantes (his eyes turned in the direction of the Chateau
d'If) uttered this prayerhe saw off the farther point of
the Island of Pomegue a small vessel with lateen sail
skimming the sea like a gull in search of prey; and with his
sailor's eye he knew it to be a Genoese tartan. She was
coming out of Marseilles harborand was standing out to sea
rapidlyher sharp prow cleaving through the waves. "Oh
cried Edmond, to think that in half an hour I could join
herdid I not fear being questioneddetectedand conveyed
back to Marseilles! What can I do? What story can I invent?
under pretext of trading along the coastthese menwho are
in reality smugglerswill prefer selling me to doing a good
action. I must wait. But I cannot ---I am starving. In a few
hours my strength will be utterly exhausted; besides
perhaps I have not been missed at the fortress. I can pass
as one of the sailors wrecked last night. My story will be
acceptedfor there is no one left to contradict me."

As he spokeDantes looked toward the spot where the
fishing-vessel had been wreckedand started. The red cap of
one of the sailors hung to a point of the rock and some
timbers that had formed part of the vessel's keelfloated
at the foot of the crag. It an instant Dantes' plan was
formed. he swam to the capplaced it on his headseized
one of the timbersand struck out so as to cut across the
course the vessel was taking.

I am saved!murmured he. And this conviction restored his

He soon saw that the vesselwith the wind dead aheadwas
tacking between the Chateau d'If and the tower of Planier.
For an instant he feared lestinstead of keeping in shore
she should stand out to sea; but he soon saw that she would
passlike most vessels bound for Italybetween the islands
of Jaros and Calaseraigne. Howeverthe vessel and the
swimmer insensibly neared one anotherand in one of its
tacks the tartan bore down within a quarter of a mile of
him. He rose on the wavesmaking signs of distress; but no
one on board saw himand the vessel stood on another tack.
Dantes would have shoutedbut he knew that the wind would
drown his voice.

It was then he rejoiced at his precaution in taking the

timberfor without it he would have been unableperhaps
to reach the vessel -- certainly to return to shoreshould
he be unsuccessful in attracting attention.

Dantesthough almost sure as to what course the vessel
would takehad yet watched it anxiously until it tacked and
stood towards him. Then he advanced; but before they could
meetthe vessel again changed her course. By a violent
effort he rose half out of the waterwaving his capand
uttering a loud shout peculiar to sailers. This time he was
both seen and heardand the tartan instantly steered
towards him. At the same timehe saw they were about to
lower the boat.

An instant afterthe boatrowed by two menadvanced
rapidly towards him. Dantes let go of the timberwhich he
now thought to be uselessand swam vigorously to meet them.
But he had reckoned too much upon his strengthand then he
realized how serviceable the timber had been to him. His
arms became stiffhis legs lost their flexibilityand he
was almost breathless.

He shouted again. The two sailors redoubled their efforts
and one of them cried in ItalianCourage!

The word reached his ear as a wave which he no longer had
the strength to surmount passed over his head. He rose again
to the surfacestruggled with the last desperate effort of
a drowning manuttered a third cryand felt himself
sinkingas if the fatal cannon shot were again tied to his
feet. The water passed over his headand the sky turned
gray. A convulsive movement again brought him to the
surface. He felt himself seized by the hairthen he saw and
heard nothing. He had fainted.

When he opened his eyes Dantes found himself on the deck of
the tartan. His first care was to see what course they were
taking. They were rapidly leaving the Chateau d'If behind.
Dantes was so exhausted that the exclamation of joy he
uttered was mistaken for a sigh.

As we have saidhe was lying on the deck. A sailor was
rubbing his limbs with a woollen cloth; anotherwhom he
recognized as the one who had cried out "Courage!" held a
gourd full of rum to his mouth; while the thirdan old
sailerat once the pilot and captainlooked on with that
egotistical pity men feel for a misfortune that they have
escaped yesterdayand which may overtake them to-morrow.

A few drops of the rum restored suspended animationwhile
the friction of his limbs restored their elasticity.

Who are you?said the pilot in bad French.

I am,replied Dantesin bad Italiana Maltese sailor.
We were coming from Syracuse laden with grain. The storm of
last night overtook us at Cape Morgion, and we were wrecked
on these rocks.

Where do you come from?

From these rocks that I had the good luck to cling to while
our captain and the rest of the crew were all lost. I saw
your vessel, and fearful of being left to perish on the

desolate island, I swam off on a piece of wreckage to try
and intercept your course. You have saved my life, and I
thank you,continued Dantes. "I was lost when one of your
sailors caught hold of my hair."

It was I,said a sailor of a frank and manly appearance;
and it was time, for you were sinking.

Yes,returned Dantesholding out his handI thank you

I almost hesitated, though,replied the sailor; "you
looked more like a brigand than an honest manwith your
beard six inchesand your hair a foot long." Dantes
recollected that his hair and beard had not been cut all the
time he was at the Chateau d'If.

Yes,said heI made a vow, 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; but to-day the vow expires.

Now what are we to do with you?said the captain.

Alas, anything you please. My captain is dead; I have
barely escaped; but I am a good sailor. Leave me at the
first port you make; I shall be sure to find employment.

Do you know the Mediterranean?

I have sailed over it since my childhood.

You know the best harbors?

There are few ports that I could not enter or leave with a
bandage over my eyes.

I say, captain,said the sailor who had cried "Courage!"
to Dantesif what he says is true, what hinders his
staying with us?

If he says true,said the captain doubtingly. "But in his
present condition he will promise anythingand take his
chance of keeping it afterwards."

I will do more than I promise,said Dantes.

We shall see,returned the othersmiling.

Where are you going?asked Dantes.

To Leghorn.

Then why, instead of tacking so frequently, do you not sail
nearer the wind?

Because we should run straight on to the Island of Rion.

You shall pass it by twenty fathoms.

Take the helm, and let us see what you know.The young man
took the helmfelt to see if the vessel answered the rudder
promptly and seeing thatwithout being a first-rate sailer
she yet was tolerably obedient-

To the sheets,said he. The four seamenwho composed the
crewobeyedwhile the pilot looked on. "Haul taut." --
They obeyed.

Belay.This order was also executed; and the vessel
passedas Dantes had predictedtwenty fathoms to windward.

Bravo!said the captain.

Bravo!repeated the sailors. And they all looked with
astonishment at this man whose eye now disclosed an
intelligence and his body a vigor they had not thought him
capable of showing.

You see,said Dantesquitting the helmI shall be of
some use to you, at least during the voyage. If you do not
want me at Leghorn, you can leave me there, and I will pay
you out of the first wages I get, for my food and the
clothes you lend me.

Ah,said the captainwe can agree very well, if you are

Give me what you give the others, and it will be all
right,returned Dantes.

That's not fair,said the seaman who had saved Dantes;
for you know more than we do.

What is that to you, Jacopo?returned the Captain. "Every
one is free to ask what he pleases."

That's true,replied Jacopo; "I only make a remark."

Well, you would do much better to find him a jacket and a
pair of trousers, if you have them.

No,said Jacopo; "but I have a shirt and a pair of

That is all I want,interrupted Dantes. Jacopo dived into
the hold and soon returned with what Edmond wanted.

Now, then, do you wish for anything else?said the patron.

A piece of bread and another glass of the capital rum I
tasted, for I have not eaten or drunk for a long time.He
had not tasted food for forty hours. A piece of bread was
broughtand Jacopo offered him the gourd.

Larboard your helm,cried the captain to the steersman.
Dantes glanced that way as he lifted the gourd to his mouth;
then paused with hand in mid-air.

Hollo! what's the matter at the Chateau d'If?said the

A small white cloudwhich had attracted Dantes' attention
crowned the summit of the bastion of the Chateau d'If. At
the same moment the faint report of a gun was heard. The
sailors looked at one another.

What is this?asked the captain.

A prisoner has escaped from the Chateau d'If, and they are
firing the alarm gun,replied Dantes. The captain glanced
at himbut he had lifted the rum to his lips and was
drinking it with so much composurethat suspicionsif the
captain had anydied away.

At any rate,murmured heif it be, so much the better,
for I have made a rare acquisition.Under pretence of being
fatiguedDantes asked to take the helm; the steersmanglad
to be relievedlooked at the captainand the latter by a
sign indicated that he might abandon it to his new comrade.
Dantes could thus keep his eyes on Marseilles.

What is the day of the month?asked he of Jacopowho sat
down beside him.

The 28th of February.

In what year?

In what year -- you ask me in what year?

Yes,replied the young manI ask you in what year!

You have forgotten then?

I got such a fright last night,replied Dantessmiling
that I have almost lost my memory. I ask you what year is

The year 1829,returned Jacopo. It was fourteen years day
for day since Dantes' arrest. He was nineteen when he
entered the Chateau d'If; he was thirty-three when he
escaped. A sorrowful smile passed over his face; he asked
himself what had become of Mercedeswho must believe him
dead. Then his eyes lighted up with hatred as he thought of
the three men who had caused him so long and wretched a
captivity. He renewed against DanglarsFernandand
Villefort the oath of implacable vengeance he had made in
his dungeon. This oath was no longer a vain menace; for the
fastest sailer in the Mediterranean would have been unable
to overtake the little tartanthat with every stitch of
canvas set was flying before the wind to Leghorn.

Chapter 22
The Smugglers.

Dantes had not been a day on board before he had a very
clear idea of the men with whom his lot had been cast.
Without having been in the school of the Abbe Fariathe
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 Mediterraneanfrom the
Arabic to the Provencaland thiswhile it spared him
interpreterspersons always troublesome and frequently
indiscreetgave him great facilities of communication
either with the vessels he met at seawith the small boats
sailing along the coastor with the people without name
countryor occupationwho are always seen on the quays of
seaportsand who live by hidden and mysterious means which
we must suppose to be a direct gift of providenceas they
have no visible means of support. It is fair to assume that

Dantes was on board a smuggler.

At first the captain had received Dantes on board with a
certain degree of distrust. He was very well known to the
customs officers of the coast; and as there was between
these worthies and himself a perpetual battle of witshe
had at first thought that Dantes might be an emissary of
these industrious guardians of rights and dutieswho
perhaps employed this ingenious means of learning some of
the secrets of his trade. But the skilful manner in which
Dantes had handled the lugger had entirely reassured him;
and thenwhen he saw the light plume of smoke floating
above the bastion of the Chateau d'Ifand heard the distant
reporthe was instantly struck with the idea that he had on
board his vessel one whose coming and goinglike that of
kingswas accompanied with salutes of artillery. This made
him less uneasyit must be ownedthan if the new-comer had
proved to be a customs officer; but this supposition also
disappeared like the firstwhen he beheld the perfect
tranquillity of his recruit.

Edmond thus had the advantage of knowing what the owner was
without the owner knowing who he was; and however the old
sailor and his crew tried to "pump" himthey extracted
nothing more from him; he gave accurate descriptions of
Naples and Maltawhich he knew as well as Marseillesand
held stoutly to his first story. Thus the Genoesesubtle as
he waswas duped by Edmondin whose favor his mild
demeanorhis nautical skilland his admirable
dissimulationpleaded. Moreoverit is possible that the
Genoese was one of those shrewd persons who know nothing but
what they should knowand believe nothing but what they
should believe.

In this state of mutual understandingthey reached Leghorn.
Here Edmond was to undergo another trial; he was to find out
whether he could recognize himselfas he had not seen his
own face for fourteen years. He had preserved a tolerably
good remembrance of what the youth had beenand was now to
find out what the man had become. His comrades believed that
his vow was fulfilled. As he had twenty times touched at
Leghornhe remembered a barber in St. Ferdinand Street; he
went there to have his beard and hair cut. The barber gazed
in amazement at this man with the longthick and black hair
and beardwhich gave his head the appearance of one of
Titian's portraits. At this period it was not the fashion to
wear so large a beard and hair so long; now a barber would
only be surprised if a man gifted with such advantages
should consent voluntarily to deprive himself of them. The
Leghorn barber said nothing and went to work.

When the operation was concludedand Edmond felt that his
chin was completely smoothand his hair reduced to its
usual lengthhe asked for a hand-glass. He was nowas we
have saidthree-and-thirty years of ageand his fourteen
years' imprisonment had produced a great transformation in
his appearance. Dantes had entered the Chateau d'If with the
roundopensmiling face of a young and happy manwith
whom the early paths of life have been smooth. and who
anticipates a future corresponding with his past. This was
now all changed. The oval face was lengthenedhis smiling
mouth had assumed the firm and marked lines which betoken
resolution; his eyebrows were arched beneath a brow furrowed
with thought; his eyes were full of melancholyand from

their depths occasionally sparkled gloomy fires of
misanthropy and hatred; his complexionso long kept from
the sunhad now that pale color which produceswhen the
features are encircled with black hairthe aristocratic
beauty of the man of the north; the profound learning he had
acquired had besides diffused over his features a refined
intellectual expression; and he had also acquiredbeing
naturally of a goodly staturethat vigor which a frame
possesses which has so long concentrated all its force
within itself.

To the elegance of a nervous and slight form had succeeded
the solidity of a rounded and muscular figure. As to his
voiceprayerssobsand imprecations had changed it so
that at times it was of a singularly penetrating sweetness
and at others rough and almost hoarse. Moreoverfrom being
so long in twilight or darknesshis eyes had acquired the
faculty of distinguishing objects in the nightcommon to
the hyena and the wolf. Edmond smiled when he beheld
himself: it was impossible that his best friend -- if
indeedhe had any friend left -- could recognize him; he
could not recognize himself.

The master of The Young Ameliawho was very desirous of
retaining amongst his crew a man of Edmond's valuehad
offered to advance him funds out of his future profits
which Edmond had accepted. His next care on leaving the
barber's who had achieved his first metamorphosis was to
enter a shop and buy a complete sailor's suit -- a garbas
we all knowvery simpleand consisting of white trousers
a striped shirtand a cap. It was in this costumeand
bringing back to Jacopo the shirt and trousers he had lent
himthat Edmond reappeared before the captain of the
luggerwho had made him tell his story over and over again
before he could believe himor recognize in the neat and
trim sailor the man with thick and matted beardhair
tangled with seaweedand body soaking in seabrinewhom he
had picked up naked and nearly drowned. Attracted by his
prepossessing appearancehe renewed his offers of an
engagement to Dantes; but Danteswho had his own projects
would not agree for a longer time than three months.

The Young Amelia had a very active crewvery obedient to
their captainwho lost as little time as possible. He had
scarcely been a week at Leghorn before the hold of his
vessel was filled with printed muslinscontraband cottons
English powderand tobacco on which the excise had
forgotten to put its mark. The master was to get all this
out of Leghorn free of dutiesand land it on the shores of
Corsicawhere certain speculators undertook to forward the
cargo to France. They sailed; Edmond was again cleaving the
azure sea which had been the first horizon of his youthand
which he had so often dreamed of in prison. He left Gorgone
on his right and La Pianosa on his leftand went towards
the country of Paoli and Napoleon. The next morning going on
deckas he always did at an early hourthe patron found
Dantes leaning against the bulwarks gazing with intense
earnestness at a pile of granite rockswhich the rising sun
tinged with rosy light. It was the Island of Monte Cristo.
The Young Amelia left it three-quarters of a league to the
larboardand kept on for Corsica.

Dantes thoughtas they passed so closely to the island
whose name was so interesting to himthat he had only to

leap into the sea and in half an hour be at the promised
land. But then what could he do without instruments to
discover his treasurewithout arms to defend himself?
Besideswhat would the sailors say? What would the patron
think? He must wait.

FortunatelyDantes had learned how to wait; he had waited
fourteen years for his libertyand now he was free he could
wait at least six months or a year for wealth. Would he not
have accepted liberty without riches if it had been offered
to him? Besideswere not those riches chimerical? -offspring
of the brain of the poor Abbe Fariahad they not
died with him? It is truethe letter of the Cardinal Spada
was singularly circumstantialand Dantes repeated it to
himselffrom one end to the otherfor he had not forgotten
a word.

Evening cameand Edmond saw the island tinged with the
shades of twilightand then disappear in the darkness from
all eyes but his ownfor hewith vision accustomed to the
gloom of a prisoncontinued to behold it last of allfor
he remained alone upon deck. The next morn broke off the
coast of Aleria; all day they coastedand in the evening
saw fires lighted on land; the position of these was no
doubt a signal for landingfor a ship's lantern was hung up
at the mast-head instead of the streamerand they came to
within a gunshot of the shore. Dantes noticed that the
captain of The Young Amelia hadas he neared the land
mounted two small culverinswhichwithout making much
noisecan throw a four ounce ball a thousand paces or so.

But on this occasion the precaution was superfluousand
everything proceeded with the utmost smoothness and
politeness. Four shallops came off with very little noise
alongside the luggerwhichno doubtin acknowledgement of
the complimentlowered her own shallop into the seaand
the five boats worked so well that by two o'clock in the
morning all the cargo was out of The Young Amelia and on
terra firma. The same nightsuch a man of regularity was
the patron of The Young Ameliathe profits were divided
and each man had a hundred Tuscan livresor about eighty
francs. But the voyage was not ended. They turned the
bowsprit towards Sardiniawhere they intended to take in a
cargowhich was to replace what had been discharged. The
second operation was as successful as the firstThe Young
Amelia was in luck. This new cargo was destined for the
coast of the Duchy of Luccaand consisted almost entirely
of Havana cigarssherryand Malaga wines.

There they had a bit of a skirmish in getting rid of the
duties; the excise wasin truththe everlasting enemy of
the patron of The Young Amelia. A customs officer was laid
lowand two sailors wounded; Dantes was one of the latter
a ball having touched him in the left shoulder. Dantes was
almost glad of this affrayand almost pleased at being
woundedfor they were rude lessons which taught him with
what eye he could view dangerand with what endurance he
could bear suffering. He had contemplated danger with a
smileand when wounded had exclaimed with the great
philosopherPain, thou art not an evil.He hadmoreover.
looked upon the customs officer wounded to deathand
whether from heat of blood produced by the encounteror the
chill of human sentimentthis sight had made but slight
impression upon him. Dantes was on the way he desired to

followand was moving towards the end he wished to achieve;
his heart was in a fair way of petrifying in his bosom.
Jacoposeeing him fallhad believed him killedand
rushing towards him raised him upand then attended to him
with all the kindness of a devoted comrade.

This world was not then so good as Doctor Pangloss believed
itneither was it so wicked as Dantes thought itsince
this manwho had nothing to expect from his comrade but the
inheritance of his share of the prize-moneymanifested so
much sorrow when he saw him fall. Fortunatelyas we have
saidEdmond was only woundedand with certain herbs
gathered at certain seasonsand sold to the smugglers by
the old Sardinian womenthe wound soon closed. Edmond then
resolved to try Jacopoand offered him in return for his
attention a share of his prize-moneybut Jacopo refused it

As a result of the sympathetic devotion which Jacopo had
from the first bestowed on Edmondthe latter was moved to a
certain degree of affection. But this sufficed for Jacopo
who instinctively felt that Edmond had a right to
superiority of position -- a superiority which Edmond had
concealed from all others. And from this time the kindness
which Edmond showed him was enough for the brave seaman.

Then in the long days on board shipwhen the vessel
gliding on with security over the azure searequired no
care but the hand of the helmsmanthanks to the favorable
winds that swelled her sailsEdmondwith a chart in his
handbecame the instructor of Jacopoas the poor Abbe
Faria had been his tutor. He pointed out to him the bearings
of the coastexplained to him the variations of the
compassand taught him to read in that vast book opened
over our heads which they call heavenand where God writes
in azure with letters of diamonds. And when Jacopo inquired
of himWhat is the use of teaching all these things to a
poor sailor like me?Edmond repliedWho knows? You may
one day be the captain of a vessel. Your fellow-countryman,
Bonaparte, became emperor.We had forgotten to say that
Jacopo was a Corsican.

Two months and a half elapsed in these tripsand Edmond had
become as skilful a coaster as he had been a hardy seaman;
he had formed an acquaintance with all the smugglers on the
coastand learned all the Masonic signs by which these half
pirates recognize each other. He had passed and re-passed
his Island of Monte Cristo twenty timesbut not once had he
found an opportunity of landing there. He then formed a
resolution. As soon as his engagement with the patron of The
Young Amelia endedhe would hire a small vessel on his own
account -- for in his several voyages he had amassed a
hundred piastres -- and under some pretext land at the
Island of Monte Cristo. Then he would be free to make his
researchesnot perhaps entirely at libertyfor he would be
doubtless watched by those who accompanied him. But in this
world we must risk something. Prison had made Edmond
prudentand he was desirous of running no risk whatever.
But in vain did he rack his imagination; fertile as it was
he could not devise any plan for reaching the island without

Dantes was tossed about on these doubts and wisheswhen the
patronwho had great confidence in himand was very

desirous of retaining him in his servicetook him by the
arm one evening and led him to a tavern on the Via del'
Ogliowhere the leading smugglers of Leghorn used to
congregate and discuss affairs connected with their trade.
Already Dantes had visited this maritime Bourse two or three
timesand seeing all these hardy free-traderswho supplied
the whole coast for nearly two hundred leagues in extenthe
had asked himself what power might not that man attain who
should give the impulse of his will to all these contrary
and diverging minds. This time it was a great matter that
was under discussionconnected with a vessel laden with
Turkey carpetsstuffs of the Levantand cashmeres. It was
necessary to find some neutral ground on which an exchange
could be madeand then to try and land these goods on the
coast of France. If the venture was successful the profit
would be enormousthere would be a gain of fifty or sixty
piastres each for the crew.

The patron of The Young Amelia proposed as a place of
landing the Island of Monte Cristowhich being completely
desertedand having neither soldiers nor revenue officers
seemed to have been placed in the midst of the ocean since
the time of the heathen Olympus by Mercurythe god of
merchants and robbersclasses of mankind which we in modern
times have separated if not made distinctbut which
antiquity appears to have included in the same category. At
the mention of Monte Cristo Dantes started with joy; he rose
to conceal his emotionand took a turn around the smoky
tavernwhere all the languages of the known world were
jumbled in a lingua franca. When he again joined the two
persons who had been discussing the matterit had been
decided that they should touch at Monte Cristo and set out
on the following night. Edmondbeing consultedwas of
opinion that the island afforded every possible security
and that great enterprises to be well done should be done
quickly. Nothing then was altered in the planand orders
were given to get under weigh next nightandwind and
weather permittingto make the neutral island by the
following day.

Chapter 23
The Island of Monte Cristo.

Thusat lengthby one of the unexpected strokes of fortune
which sometimes befall those who have for a long time been
the victims of an evil destinyDantes was about to secure
the opportunity he wished forby simple and natural means
and land on the island without incurring any suspicion. One
night more and he would be on his way.

The night was one of feverish distractionand in its
progress visions good and evil passed through Dantes' mind.
If he closed his eyeshe saw Cardinal Spada's letter
written on the wall in characters of flame -- if he slept
for a moment the wildest dreams haunted his brain. He
ascended into grottos paved with emeraldswith panels of
rubiesand the roof glowing with diamond stalactites.
Pearls fell drop by dropas subterranean waters filter in
their caves. Edmondamazedwonderstruckfilled his
pockets with the radiant gems and then returned to daylight
when be discovered that his prizes had all changed into
common pebbles. He then endeavored to re-enter the

marvellous grottosbut they had suddenly recededand now
the path became a labyrinthand then the entrance vanished
and in vain did he tax his memory for the magic and
mysterious word which opened the splendid caverns of Ali
Baba to the Arabian fisherman. All was uselessthe treasure
disappearedand had again reverted to the genii from whom
for a moment he had hoped to carry it off. The day came at
lengthand was almost as feverish as the night had been
but it brought reason to the aid of imaginationand Dantes
was then enabled to arrange a plan which had hitherto been
vague and unsettled in his brain. Night cameand with it
the preparation for departureand these preparations served
to conceal Dantes' agitation. He had by degrees assumed such
authority over his companions that he was almost like a
commander on board; and as his orders were always clear
distinctand easy of executionhis comrades obeyed him
with celerity and pleasure.

The old patron did not interferefor he too had recognized
the superiority of Dantes over the crew and himself. He saw
in the young man his natural successorand regretted that
he had not a daughterthat he might have bound Edmond to
him by a more secure alliance. At seven o'clock in the
evening all was readyand at ten minutes past seven they
doubled the lighthouse just as the beacon was kindled. The
sea was calmandwith a fresh breeze from the south-east
they sailed beneath a bright blue skyin which God also
lighted up in turn his beacon lightseach of which is a
world. Dantes told them that all hands might turn inand he
would take the helm. When the Maltese (for so they called
Dantes) had said thisit was sufficientand all went to
their bunks contentedly. This frequently happened. Dantes
cast from solitude into the worldfrequently experienced an
imperious desire for solitude; and what solitude is more
completeor more poeticalthen that of a ship floating in
isolation on the sea during the obscurity of the nightin
the silence of immensityand under the eye of heaven?

Now this solitude was peopled with his thoughtsthe night
lighted up by his illusionsand the silence animated by his
anticipations. When the patron awokethe vessel was
hurrying on with every sail setand every sail full with
the breeze. They were making nearly ten knots an hour. The
Island of Monte Cristo loomed large in the horizon. Edmond
resigned the lugger to the master's careand went and lay
down in his hammock; butin spite of a sleepless nighthe
could not close his eyes for a moment. Two hours afterwards
he came on deckas the boat was about to double the Island
of Elba. They were just abreast of Marecianaand beyond the
flat but verdant Island of La Pianosa. The peak of Monte
Cristo reddened by the burning sunwas seen against the
azure sky. Dantes ordered the helmsman to put down his helm
in order to leave La Pianosa to starboardas he knew that
he should shorten his course by two or three knots. About
five o'clock in the evening the island was distinctand
everything on it was plainly perceptibleowing to that
clearness of the atmosphere peculiar to the light which the
rays of the sun cast at its setting.

Edmond gazed very earnestly at the mass of rocks which gave
out all the variety of twilight colorsfrom the brightest
pink to the deepest blue; and from time to time his cheeks
flushedhis brow darkenedand a mist passed over his eyes.
Never did gamesterwhose whole fortune is staked on one

cast of the dieexperience the anguish which Edmond felt in
his paroxysms of hope. Night cameand at ten o'clock they
anchored. The Young Amelia was first at the rendezvous. In
spite of his usual command over himselfDantes could not
restrain his impetuosity. He was the first to jump on shore;
and had he daredhe wouldlike Lucius Brutushave "kissed
his mother earth." It was darkbut at eleven o'clock the
moon rose in the midst of the oceanwhose every wave she
silveredand thenascending high,played in floods of
pale light on the rocky hills of this second Pelion.

The island was familiar to the crew of The Young Amelia-it
was one of her regular haunts. As to Danteshe had
passed it on his voyage to and from the Levantbut never
touched at it. He questioned Jacopo. "Where shall we pass
the night?" he inquired.

Why, on board the tartan,replied the sailor.

Should we not do better in the grottos?

What grottos?

Why, the grottos -- caves of the island.

I do not know of any grottos,replied Jacopo. The cold
sweat sprang forth on Dantes' brow.

What, are there no grottos at Monte Cristo?he asked.


For a moment Dantes was speechless; then he remembered that
these caves might have been filled up by some accidentor
even stopped upfor the sake of greater securityby
Cardinal Spada. The point wasthento discover the hidden
entrance. It was useless to search at nightand Dantes
therefore delayed all investigation until the morning.
Besidesa signal made half a league out at seaand to
which The Young Amelia replied by a similar signal
indicated that the moment for business had come. The boat
that now arrivedassured by the answering signal that all
was wellsoon came in sightwhite and silent as a phantom
and cast anchor within a cable's length of shore.

Then the landing began. Dantes reflectedas he workedon
the shout of joy whichwith a single wordhe could evoke
from all these menif he gave utterance to the one
unchanging thought that pervaded his heart; butfar from
disclosing this precious secrethe almost feared that he
had already said too muchand by his restlessness and
continual questionshis minute observations and evident
pre-occupationaroused suspicions. Fortunatelyas regarded
this circumstance at leasthis painful past gave to his
countenance an indelible sadnessand the glimmerings of
gayety seen beneath this cloud were indeed but transitory.

No one had the slightest suspicion; and when next day
taking a fowling-piecepowderand shotDantes declared
his intention to go and kill some of the wild goats that
were seen springing from rock to rockhis wish was
construed into a love of sportor a desire for solitude.
HoweverJacopo insisted on following himand Dantes did
not oppose thisfearing if he did so that he might incur

distrust. Scarcelyhoweverhad they gone a quarter of a
league whenhaving killed a kidhe begged Jacopo to take
it to his comradesand request them to cook itand when
ready to let him know by firing a gun. This and some dried
fruits and a flask of Monte Pulcianowas the bill of fare.
Dantes went onlooking from time to time behind and around
about him. Having reached the summit of a rockhe sawa
thousand feet beneath himhis companionswhom Jacopo had
rejoinedand who were all busy preparing the repast which
Edmond's skill as a marksman had augmented with a capital

Edmond looked at them for a moment with the sad and gentle
smile of a man superior to his fellows. "In two hours'
time said he, these persons will depart richer by fifty
piastres eachto go and risk their lives again by
endeavoring to gain fifty more; then they will return with a
fortune of six hundred francsand waste this treasure in
some city with the pride of sultans and the insolence of
nabobs. At this moment hope makes me despise their riches
which seem to me contemptible. Yet perchance to-morrow
deception will so act on methat I shallon compulsion
consider such a contemptible possession as the utmost
happiness. Ohno!" exclaimed Edmondthat will not be. The
wise, unerring Faria could not be mistaken in this one
thing. Besides, it were better to die than to continue to
lead this low and wretched life.Thus Danteswho but three
months before had no desire but liberty had now not liberty
enoughand panted for wealth. The cause was not in Dantes
but in providencewhowhile limiting the power of manhas
filled him with boundless desires.

Meanwhileby a cleft between two walls of rockfollowing a
path worn by a torrentand whichin all human probability
human foot had never before trodDantes approached the spot
where he supposed the grottos must have existed. Keeping
along the shoreand examining the smallest object with
serious attentionhe thought he could traceon certain
rocksmarks made by the hand of man.

Timewhich encrusts all physical substances with its mossy
mantleas it invests all things of the mind with
forgetfulnessseemed to have respected these signswhich
apparently had been made with some degree of regularityand
probably with a definite purpose. Occasionally the marks
were hidden under tufts of myrtlewhich spread into large
bushes laden with blossomsor beneath parasitical lichen.
So Edmond had to separate the branches or brush away the
moss to know where the guide-marks were. The sight of marks
renewed Edmond fondest hopes. Might it not have been the
cardinal himself who had first traced themin order that
they might serve as a guide for his nephew in the event of a
catastrophewhich he could not foresee would have been so
complete. This solitary place was precisely suited to the
requirements of a man desirous of burying treasure. Only
might not these betraying marks have attracted other eyes
than those for whom they were made? and had the dark and
wondrous island indeed faithfully guarded its precious

It seemedhoweverto Edmondwho was hidden from his
comrades by the inequalities of the groundthat at sixty
paces from the harbor the marks ceased; nor did they
terminate at any grotto. A large round rockplaced solidly

on its basewas the only spot to which they seemed to lead.
Edmond concluded that perhaps instead of having reached the
end of the route he had only explored its beginningand he
therefore turned round and retraced his steps.

Meanwhile his comrades had prepared the repasthad got some
water from a springspread out the fruit and breadand
cooked the kid. Just at the moment when they were taking the
dainty animal from the spitthey saw Edmond springing with
the boldness of a chamois from rock to rockand they fired
the signal agreed upon. The sportsman instantly changed his
directionand ran quickly towards them. But even while they
watched his daring progressEdmond's foot slippedand they
saw him stagger on the edge of a rock and disappear. They
all rushed towards himfor all loved Edmond in spite of his
superiority; yet Jacopo reached him first.

He found Edmond lying pronebleedingand almost senseless.
He had rolled down a declivity of twelve or fifteen feet.
They poured a little rum down his throatand this remedy
which had before been so beneficial to himproduced the
same effect as formerly. Edmond opened his eyescomplained
of great pain in his kneea feeling of heaviness in his
headand severe pains in his loins. They wished to carry
him to the shore; but when they touched himalthough under
Jacopo's directionshe declaredwith heavy groansthat he
could not bear to be moved.

It may be supposed that Dantes did not now think of his
dinnerbut he insisted that his comradeswho had not his
reasons for fastingshould have their meal. As for himself
he declared that he had only need of a little restand that
when they returned he should be easier. The sailors did not
require much urging. They were hungryand the smell of the
roasted kid was very savoryand your tars are not very
ceremonious. 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.

Butinstead of growing easierDantes' pains appeared to
increase in violence. The old patronwho was obliged to
sail in the morning in order to land his cargo on the
frontiers of Piedmont and Francebetween Nice and Frejus
urged Dantes to try and rise. Edmond made great exertions in
order to comply; but at each effort he fell backmoaning
and turning pale.

He has broken his ribs,said the commanderin a low
voice. "No matter; he is an excellent fellowand we must
not leave him. We will try and carry him on board the
tartan." Dantes declaredhoweverthat he would rather die
where he was than undergo the agony which the slightest
movement cost him. "Well said the patron, let what may
happenit shall never be said that we deserted a good
comrade like you. We will not go till evening." This very
much astonished the sailorsalthoughnot one opposed it.
The patron was so strict that this was the first time they
had ever seen him give up an enterpriseor even delay in
its execution. Dantes would not allow that any such
infraction of regular and proper rules should be made in his
favor. "Nono he said to the patron, I was awkwardand
it is just that I pay the penalty of my clumsiness. Leave me
a small supply of biscuita gunpowderand ballsto kill
the kids or defend myself at needand a pickaxethat I may

build a shelter if you delay in coming back for me."

But you'll die of hunger,said the patron.

I would rather do so,was Edmond replythan suffer the
inexpressible agonies which the slightest movement causes
me.The patron turned towards his vesselwhich was rolling
on the swell in the little harborandwith sails partly
setwould be ready for sea when her toilet should be

What are we to do, Maltese?asked the captain. "We cannot
leave you here soand yet we cannot stay."

Go, go!exclaimed Dantes.

We shall be absent at least a week,said the patronand
then we must run out of our course to come here and take you
up again.

Why,said Dantesif in two or three days you hail any
fishing-boat, desire them to come here to me. I will pay
twenty-five piastres for my passage back to Leghorn. If you
do not come across one, return for me.The patron shook his

Listen, Captain Baldi; there's one way of settling this,
said Jacopo. "Do you goand I will stay and take care of
the wounded man."

And give up your share of the venture,said Edmondto
remain with me?

Yes,said Jacopoand without any hesitation.

You are a good fellow and a kind-hearted messmate,replied
Edmondand heaven will recompense you for your generous
intentions; but I do not wish any one to stay with me. A day
or two of rest will set me up, and I hope I shall find among
the rocks certain herbs most excellent for bruises.

A peculiar smile passed over Dantes' lips; he squeezed
Jacopo's hand warmlybut nothing could shake his
determination to remain -- and remain alone. The smugglers
left with Edmond what he had requested and set sailbut not
without turning about several timesand each time making
signs of a cordial farewellto which Edmond replied with
his hand onlyas if he could not move the rest of his body.
Thenwhen they had disappearedhe said with a smile-"'
Tis strange that it should be among such men that we find
proofs of friendship and devotion." Then he dragged himself
cautiously to the top of a rockfrom which he had a full
view of the seaand thence he saw the tartan complete her
preparations for sailingweigh anchorandbalancing
herself as gracefully as a water-fowl ere it takes to the
wingset sail. At the end of an hour she was completely out
of sight; at leastit was impossible for the wounded man to
see her any longer from the spot where he was. Then Dantes
rose more agile and light than the kid among the myrtles and
shrubs of these wild rockstook his gun in one handhis
pickaxe in the otherand hastened towards the rock on which
the marks he had noted terminated. "And now he exclaimed,
remembering the tale of the Arabian fisherman, which Faria
had related to him, nowopen sesame!"

Chapter 24
The Secret Cave.

The sun had nearly reached the meridianand his scorching
rays fell full on the rockswhich seemed themselves
sensible of the heat. Thousands of grasshoppershidden in
the busheschirped with a monotonous and dull note; the
leaves of the myrtle and olive trees waved and rustled in
the wind. At every step that Edmond took he disturbed the
lizards glittering with the hues of the emerald; afar off he
saw the wild goats bounding from crag to crag. In a word
the island was inhabitedyet Edmond felt himself alone
guided by the hand of God. He felt an indescribable
sensation somewhat akin to dread -- that dread of the
daylight which even in the desert makes us fear we are
watched and observed. This feeling was so strong that at the
moment when Edmond was about to begin his laborhe stopped
laid down his pickaxeseized his gunmounted to the summit
of the highest rockand from thence gazed round in every

But it was not upon Corsicathe very houses of which he
could distinguish; or on Sardinia; or on the Island of Elba
with its historical associations; or upon the almost
imperceptible line that to the experienced eye of a sailor
alone revealed the coast of Genoa the proudand Leghorn the
commercialthat he gazed. It was at the brigantine that had
left in the morningand the tartan that had just set sail
that Edmond fixed his eyes. The first was just disappearing
in the straits of Bonifacio; the otherfollowing an
opposite directionwas about to round the Island of
Corsica. This sight reassured him. He then looked at the
objects near him. He saw that he was on the highest point of
the island-- a statue on this vast pedestal of granite
nothing human appearing in sightwhile the blue ocean beat
against the base of the islandand covered it with a fringe
of foam. Then he descended with cautious and slow stepfor
he dreaded lest an accident similar to that he had so
adroitly feigned should happen in reality.

Dantesas we have saidhad traced the marks along the
rocksand he had noticed that they led to a small creek.
which was hidden like the bath of some ancient nymph. This
creek was sufficiently wide at its mouthand deep in the
centreto admit of the entrance of a small vessel of the
lugger classwhich would be perfectly concealed from

Then following the clew thatin the hands of the Abbe
Fariahad been so skilfully used to guide him through the
Daedalian labyrinth of probabilitieshe thought that the
Cardinal Spadaanxious not to be watchedhad entered the
creekconcealed his little barquefollowed the line marked
by the notches in the rockand at the end of it had buried
his treasure. It was this idea that had brought Dantes back
to the circular rock. One thing only perplexed Edmondand
destroyed his theory. How could this rockwhich weighed
several tonshave been lifted to this spotwithout the aid
of many men? Suddenly an idea flashed across his mind.
Instead of raising itthought hethey have lowered it. And
he sprang from the rock in order to inspect the base on

which it had formerly stood. He soon perceived that a slope
had been formedand the rock had slid along this until it
stopped at the spot it now occupied. A large stone had
served as a wedge; flints and pebbles had been inserted
around itso as to conceal the orifice; this species of
masonry had been covered with earthand grass and weeds had
grown theremoss had clung to the stonesmyrtle-bushes had
taken rootand the old rock seemed fixed to the earth.

Dantes dug away the earth carefullyand detectedor
fancied he detectedthe ingenious artifice. He attacked
this wallcemented by the hand of timewith his pickaxe.
After ten minutes' labor the wall gave wayand a hole large
enough to insert the arm was opened. Dantes went and cut the
strongest olive-tree he could findstripped off its
branchesinserted it in the holeand used it as a lever.
But the rock was too heavyand too firmly wedgedto be
moved by any one manwere he Hercules himself. Dantes saw
that he must attack the wedge. But how? He cast his eyes
aroundand saw the horn full of powder which his friend
Jacopo had left him. He smiled; the infernal invention would
serve him for this purpose. With the aid of his pickaxe
Dantesafter the manner of a labor-saving pioneerdug a
mine between the upper rock and the one that supported it
filled it with powderthen made a match by rolling his
handkerchief in saltpetre. He lighted it and retired. The
explosion soon followed; the upper rock was lifted from its
base by the terrific force of the powder; the lower one flew
into pieces; thousands of insects escaped from the aperture
Dantes had previously formedand a huge snakelike the
guardian demon of the treasurerolled himself along in
darkening coilsand disappeared.

Dantes approached the upper rockwhich nowwithout any
supportleaned towards the sea. The intrepid
treasure-seeker walked round itandselecting the spot
from whence it appeared most susceptible to attackplaced
his lever in one of the crevicesand strained every nerve
to move the mass. The rockalready shaken by the explosion
tottered on its base. Dantes redoubled his efforts; he
seemed like one of the ancient Titanswho uprooted the
mountains to hurl against the father of the gods. The rock
yieldedrolled overbounded from point to pointand
finally disappeared in the ocean.

On the spot it had occupied was a circular spaceexposing
an iron ring let into a square flag-stone. Dantes uttered a
cry of joy and surprise; never had a first attempt been
crowned with more perfect success. He would fain have
continuedbut his knees trembledand his heart beat so
violentlyand his sight became so dimthat he was forced
to pause. This feeling lasted but for a moment. Edmond
inserted his lever in the ring and exerted all his strength;
the flag-stone yieldedand disclosed steps that descended
until they were lost in the obscurity of a subterraneous
grotto. Any one else would have rushed on with a cry of joy.
Dantes turned palehesitatedand reflected. "Come said
he to himself, be a man. I am accustomed to adversity. I
must not be cast down by the discovery that I have been
deceived. Whatthenwould be the use of all I have
suffered? The heart breaks whenafter having been elated by
flattering hopesit sees all its illusions destroyed. Faria
has dreamed this; the Cardinal Spada buried no treasure
here; perhaps he never came hereor if he didCaesar

Borgiathe intrepid adventurerthe stealthy and
indefatigable plundererhas followed himdiscovered his
tracespursued them as I have doneraised the stoneand
descending before mehas left me nothing." He remained
motionless and pensivehis eyes fixed on the gloomy
aperture that was open at his feet.

Now that I expect nothing, now that I no longer entertain
the slightest hopes, the end of this adventure becomes
simply a matter of curiosity.And he remained again
motionless and thoughtful.

Yes, yes; this is an adventure worthy a place in the varied
career of that royal bandit. This fabulous event formed but
a link in a long chain of marvels. Yes, Borgia has been
here, a torch in one band, a sword in the other, and within
twenty paces, at the foot of this rock, perhaps two guards
kept watch on land and sea, while their master descended, as
I am about to descend, dispelling the darkness before his
awe-inspiring progress.

But what was the fate of the guards who thus possessed his
secret?asked Dantes of himself.

The fate,replied hesmilingof those who buried

Yet, had he come,thought Danteshe would have found the
treasure, and Borgia, he who compared Italy to an artichoke,
which he could devour leaf by leaf, knew too well the value
of time to waste it in replacing this rock. I will go down.

Then he descendeda smile on his lipsand murmuring that
last word of human philosophyPerhaps!But instead of the
darknessand the thick and mephitic atmosphere he had
expected to findDantes saw a dim and bluish lightwhich
as well as the airenterednot merely by the aperture he
had just formedbut by the interstices and crevices of the
rock which were visible from withoutand through which he
could distinguish the blue sky and the waving branches of
the evergreen oaksand the tendrils of the creepers that
grew from the rocks. After having stood a few minutes in the
cavernthe atmosphere of which was rather warm than damp
Dantes' eyehabituated as it was to darknesscould pierce
even to the remotest angles of the cavernwhich was of
granite that sparkled like diamonds. "Alas said Edmond,
smiling, these are the treasures the cardinal has left; and
the good abbeseeing in a dream these glittering wallshas
indulged in fallacious hopes."

But he called to mind the words of the willwhich he knew
by heart. "In the farthest angle of the second opening
said the cardinal's will. He had only found the first
grotto; he had now to seek the second. Dantes continued his
search. He reflected that this second grotto must penetrate
deeper into the island; he examined the stones, and sounded
one part of the wall where he fancied the opening existed,
masked for precaution's sake. The pickaxe struck for a
moment with a dull sound that drew out of Dantes' forehead
large drops of perspiration. At last it seemed to him that
one part of the wall gave forth a more hollow and deeper
echo; he eagerly advanced, and with the quickness of
perception that no one but a prisoner possesses, saw that
there, in all probability, the opening must be.

However, he, like Caesar Borgia, knew the value of time;
and, in order to avoid fruitless toil, he sounded all the
other walls with his pickaxe, struck the earth with the butt
of his gun, and finding nothing that appeared suspicious,
returned to that part of the wall whence issued the
consoling sound he had before heard. He again struck it, and
with greater force. Then a singular thing occurred. As he
struck the wall, pieces of stucco similar to that used in
the ground work of arabesques broke off, and fell to the
ground in flakes, exposing a large white stone. The aperture
of the rock had been closed with stones, then this stucco
had been applied, and painted to imitate granite. Dantes
struck with the sharp end of his pickaxe, which entered
someway between the interstices. It was there he must dig.
But by some strange play of emotion, in proportion as the
proofs that Faria, had not been deceived became stronger, so
did his heart give way, and a feeling of discouragement
stole over him. This last proof, instead of giving him fresh
strength, deprived him of it; the pickaxe descended, or
rather fell; he placed it on the ground, passed his hand
over his brow, and remounted the stairs, alleging to
himself, as an excuse, a desire to be assured that no one
was watching him, but in reality because he felt that he was
about to faint. The island was deserted, and the sun seemed
to cover it with its fiery glance; afar off, a few small
fishing boats studded the bosom of the blue ocean.

Dantes had tasted nothing, but he thought not of hunger at
such a moment; he hastily swallowed a few drops of rum, and
again entered the cavern. The pickaxe that had seemed so
heavy, was now like a feather in his grasp; he seized it,
and attacked the wall. After several blows he perceived that
the stones were not cemented, but had been merely placed one
upon the other, and covered with stucco; he inserted the
point of his pickaxe, and using the handle as a lever, with
joy soon saw the stone turn as if on hinges, and fall at his
feet. He had nothing more to do now, but with the iron tooth
of the pickaxe to draw the stones towards him one by one.
The aperture was already sufficiently large for him to
enter, but by waiting, he could still cling to hope, and
retard the certainty of deception. At last, after renewed
hesitation, Dantes entered the second grotto. The second
grotto was lower and more gloomy than the first; the air
that could only enter by the newly formed opening had the
mephitic smell Dantes was surprised not to find in the outer
cavern. He waited in order to allow pure air to displace the
foul atmosphere, and then went on. At the left of the
opening was a dark and deep angle. But to Dantes' eye there
was no darkness. He glanced around this second grotto; it
was, like the first, empty.

The treasure, if it existed, was buried in this corner. The
time had at length arrived; two feet of earth removed, and
Dantes' fate would be decided. He advanced towards the
angle, and summoning all his resolution, attacked the ground
with the pickaxe. At the fifth or sixth blow the pickaxe
struck against an iron substance. Never did funeral knell,
never did alarm-bell, produce a greater effect on the
hearer. Had Dantes found nothing he could not have become
more ghastly pale. He again struck his pickaxe into the
earth, and encountered the same resistance, but not the same
sound. It is a casket of wood bound with iron thought he.
At this moment a shadow passed rapidly before the opening;

Dantes seized his gun, sprang through the opening, and
mounted the stair. A wild goat had passed before the mouth
of the cave, and was feeding at a little distance. This
would have been a favorable occasion to secure his dinner;
but Dantes feared lest the report of his gun should attract

He thought a moment, cut a branch of a resinous tree,
lighted it at the fire at which the smugglers had prepared
their breakfast, and descended with this torch. He wished to
see everything. He approached the hole he had dug. and now,
with the aid of the torch, saw that his pickaxe had in
reality struck against iron and wood. He planted his torch
in the ground and resumed his labor. In an instant a space
three feet long by two feet broad was cleared, and Dantes
could see an oaken coffer, bound with cut steel; in the
middle of the lid he saw engraved on a silver plate, which
was still untarnished, the arms of the Spada family -- viz.,
a sword, pale, on an oval shield, like all the Italian
armorial bearings, and surmounted by a cardinal's hat;
Dantes easily recognized them, Faria had so often drawn them
for him. There was no longer any doubt: the treasure was
there -- no one would have been at such pains to conceal an
empty casket. In an instant he had cleared every obstacle
away, and he saw successively the lock, placed between two
padlocks, and the two handles at each end, all carved as
things were carved at that epoch, when art rendered the
commonest metals precious. Dantes seized the handles, and
strove to lift the coffer; it was impossible. He sought to
open it; lock and padlock were fastened; these faithful
guardians seemed unwilling to surrender their trust. Dantes
inserted the sharp end of the pickaxe between the coffer and
the lid, and pressing with all his force on the handle,
burst open the fastenings. The hinges yielded in their turn
and fell, still holding in their grasp fragments of the
wood, and the chest was open.

Edmond was seized with vertigo; he cocked his gun and laid
it beside him. He then closed his eyes as children do in
order that they may see in the resplendent night of their
own imagination more stars than are visible in the
firmament; then he re-opened them, and stood motionless with
amazement. Three compartments divided the coffer. In the
first, blazed piles of golden coin; in the second, were
ranged bars of unpolished gold, which possessed nothing
attractive save their value; in the third, Edmond grasped
handfuls of diamonds, pearls, and rubies, which, as they
fell on one another, sounded like hail against glass. After
having touched, felt, examined these treasures, Edmond
rushed through the caverns like a man seized with frenzy; he
leaped on a rock, from whence he could behold the sea. He
was alone -- alone with these countless, these unheard-of
treasures! was he awake, or was it but a dream?

He would fain have gazed upon his gold, and yet he had not
strength enough; for an instant he leaned his head in his
hands as if to prevent his senses from leaving him, and then
rushed madly about the rocks of Monte Cristo, terrifying the
wild goats and scaring the sea-fowls with his wild cries and
gestures; then he returned, and, still unable to believe the
evidence of his senses, rushed into the grotto, and found
himself before this mine of gold and jewels. This time he
fell on his knees, and, clasping his hands convulsively,
uttered a prayer intelligible to God alone. He soon became

calmer and more happy, for only now did he begin to realize
his felicity. He then set himself to work to count his
fortune. There were a thousand ingots of gold, each weighing
from two to three pounds; then he piled up twenty-five
thousand crowns, each worth about eighty francs of our
money, and bearing the effigies of Alexander VI. and his
predecessors; and he saw that the complement was not half
empty. And he measured ten double handfuls of pearls,
diamonds, and other gems, many of which, mounted by the most
famous workmen, were valuable beyond their intrinsic worth.
Dantes saw the light gradually disappear, and fearing to be
surprised in the cavern, left it, his gun in his hand. A
piece of biscuit and a small quantity of rum formed his
supper, and he snatched a few hours' sleep, lying over the
mouth of the cave.

It was a night of joy and terror, such as this man of
stupendous emotions had already experienced twice or thrice
in his lifetime.

Chapter 25
The Unknown.

Day, for which Dantes had so eagerly and impatiently waited
with open eyes, again dawned. With the first light Dantes
resumed his search. Again he climbed the rocky height he had
ascended the previous evening, and strained his view to
catch every peculiarity of the landscape; but it wore the
same wild, barren aspect when seen by the rays of the
morning sun which it had done when surveyed by the fading
glimmer of eve. Descending into the grotto, he lifted the
stone, filled his pockets with gems, put the box together as
well and securely as he could, sprinkled fresh sand over the
spot from which it had been taken, and then carefully trod
down the earth to give it everywhere a uniform appearance;
then, quitting the grotto, he replaced the stone, heaping on
it broken masses of rocks and rough fragments of crumbling
granite, filling the interstices with earth, into which he
deftly inserted rapidly growing plants, such as the wild
myrtle and flowering thorn, then carefully watering these
new plantations, he scrupulously effaced every trace of
footsteps, leaving the approach to the cavern as
savage-looking and untrodden as he had found it. This done,
he impatiently awaited the return of his companions. To wait
at Monte Cristo for the purpose of watching like a dragon
over the almost incalculable riches that had thus fallen into
his possession satisfied not the cravings of his heart,
which yearned to return to dwell among mankind, and to
assume the rank, power, and influence which are always
accorded to wealth -- that first and greatest of all the
forces within the grasp of man.

On the sixth day, the smugglers returned. From a distance
Dantes recognized the rig and handling of The Young Amelia,
and dragging himself with affected difficulty towards the
landing-place, he met his companions with an assurance that,
although considerably better than when they quitted him, he
still suffered acutely from his late accident. He then
inquired how they had fared in their trip. To this question
the smugglers replied that, although successful in landing
their cargo in safety, 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. This
obliged them to make all the speed they could to evade the
enemy, when they could but lament the absence of Dantes,
whose superior skill in the management of a vessel would
have availed them so materially. In fact, the pursuing
vessel had almost overtaken them when, fortunately, night
came on, and enabled them to double the Cape of Corsica, and
so elude all further pursuit. Upon the whole, however, the
trip had been sufficiently successful to satisfy all
concerned; while the crew, and particularly Jacopo,
expressed great regrets that Dantes had not been an equal
sharer with themselves in the profits, which amounted to no
less a sum than fifty piastres each.

Edmond preserved the most admirable self-command, not
suffering the faintest indication of a smile to escape him
at the enumeration of all the benefits he would have reaped
had he been able to quit the island; but as The Young Amelia
had merely come to Monte Cristo to fetch him away, he
embarked that same evening, and proceeded with the captain
to Leghorn. Arrived at Leghorn, he repaired to the house of
a Jew, a dealer in precious stones, to whom he disposed of
four of his smallest diamonds for five thousand francs each.
Dantes half feared that such valuable jewels in the hands of
a poor sailor like himself might excite suspicion; but the
cunning purchaser asked no troublesome questions concerning
a bargain by which he gained a round profit of at least
eighty per cent.

The following day Dantes presented Jacopo with an entirely
new vessel, accompanying the gift by a donation of one
hundred piastres, that he might provide himself with a
suitable crew and other requisites for his outfit, upon
condition that he would go at once to Marseilles for the
purpose of inquiring after an old man named Louis Dantes,
residing in the Allees de Meillan, and also a young woman
called Mercedes, an inhabitant of the Catalan village.
Jacopo could scarcely believe his senses at receiving this
magnificent present, which Dantes hastened to account for by
saying that he had merely been a sailor from whim and a
desire to spite his family, who did not allow him as much
money as he liked to spend; but that on his arrival at
Leghorn he had come into possession of a large fortune, left
him by an uncle, whose sole heir he was. The superior
education of Dantes gave an air of such extreme probability
to this statement that it never once occurred to Jacopo to
doubt its accuracy. The term for which Edmond had engaged to
serve on board The Young Amelia having expired, Dantes took
leave of the captain, who at first tried all his powers of
persuasion to induce him to remain as one of the crew, but
having been told the history of the legacy, he ceased to
importune him further. The following morning Jacopo set sail
for Marseilles, with directions from Dantes to join him at
the Island of Monte Cristo.

Having seen Jacopo fairly out of the harbor, Dantes
proceeded to make his final adieus on board The Young
Amelia, distributing so liberal a gratuity among her crew as
to secure for him the good wishes of all, and expressions of
cordial interest in all that concerned him. To the captain
he promised to write when he had made up his mind as to his
future plans. Then Dantes departed for Genoa. At the moment
of his arrival a small yacht was under trial in the bay;
this yacht had been built by order of an Englishman, who,

having heard that the Genoese excelled all other builders
along the shores of the Mediterranean in the construction of
fast-sailing vessels, was desirous of possessing a specimen
of their skill; the price agreed upon between the Englishman
and the Genoese builder was forty thousand francs. Dantes,
struck with the beauty and capability of the little vessel,
applied to its owner to transfer it to him, offering sixty
thousand francs, upon condition that he should be allowed to
take immediate possession. The proposal was too advantageous
to be refused, the more so as the person for whom the yacht
was intended had gone upon a tour through Switzerland, and
was not expected back in less than three weeks or a month,
by which time the builder reckoned upon being able to
complete another. A bargain was therefore struck. Dantes led
the owner of the yacht to the dwelling of a Jew; retired
with the latter for a few minutes to a small back parlor,
and upon their return the Jew counted out to the shipbuilder
the sum of sixty thousand francs in bright gold pieces.

The delighted builder then offered his services in providing
a suitable crew for the little vessel, but this Dantes
declined with many thanks, saying he was accustomed to
cruise about quite alone, and his principal pleasure
consisted in managing his yacht himself; the only thing the
builder could oblige him in would be to contrive a sort of
secret closet in the cabin at his bed's head, the closet to
contain three divisions, so constructed as to be concealed
from all but himself. The builder cheerfully undertook the
commission, and promised to have these secret places
completed by the next day, Dantes furnishing the dimensions
and plan in accordance with which they were to be

The following day Dantes sailed with his yacht from Genoa,
under the inspection of an immense crowd drawn together by
curiosity to see the rich Spanish nobleman who preferred
managing his own yacht. But their wonder was soon changed to
admiration at seeing the perfect skill with which Dantes
handled the helm. The boat, indeed, seemed to be animated
with almost human intelligence, so promptly did it obey the
slightest touch; and Dantes required but a short trial of
his beautiful craft to acknowledge that the Genoese had not
without reason attained their high reputation in the art of
shipbuilding. The spectators followed the little vessel with
their eyes as long as it remained visible; they then turned
their conjectures upon her probable destination. Some
insisted she was making for Corsica, others the Island of
Elba; bets were offered to any amount that she was bound for
Spain; while Africa was positively reported by many persons
as her intended course; but no one thought of Monte Cristo.
Yet thither it was that Dantes guided his vessel, and at
Monte Cristo he arrived at the close of the second day; his
boat had proved herself a first-class sailer, and had come
the distance from Genoa in thirty-five hours. Dantes had
carefully noted the general appearance of the shore, and,
instead of landing at the usual place, he dropped anchor in
the little creek. The island was utterly deserted, and bore
no evidence of having been visited since he went away; his
treasure was just as he had left it. Early on the following
morning he commenced the removal of his riches, and ere
nightfall the whole of his immense wealth was safely
deposited in the compartments of the secret locker.

A week passed by. Dantes employed it in manoeuvring his

yacht round the island, studying it as a skilful horseman
would the animal he destined for some important service,
till at the end of that time he was perfectly conversant
with its good and bad qualities. The former Dantes proposed
to augment, the latter to remedy.

Upon the eighth day he discerned a small vessel under full
sail approaching Monte Cristo. As it drew near, he
recognized it as the boat he had given to Jacopo. He
immediately signalled it. His signal was returned, and in
two hours afterwards the newcomer lay at anchor beside the
yacht. A mournful answer awaited each of Edmond's eager
inquiries as to the information Jacopo had obtained. Old
Dantes was dead, and Mercedes had disappeared. Dantes
listened to these melancholy tidings with outward calmness;
but, leaping lightly ashore, he signified his desire to be
quite alone. In a couple of hours he returned. Two of the
men from Jacopo's boat came on board the yacht to assist in
navigating it, and he gave orders that she should be steered
direct to Marseilles. For his father's death he was in some
manner prepared; but he knew not how to account for the
mysterious disappearance of Mercedes.

Without divulging his secret, Dantes could not give
sufficiently clear instructions to an agent. There were,
besides, other particulars he was desirous of ascertaining,
and those were of a nature he alone could investigate in a
manner satisfactory to himself. His looking-glass had
assured him, during his stay at Leghorn, that he ran no risk
of recognition; moreover, he had now the means of adopting
any disguise he thought proper. One fine morning, then, his
yacht, followed by the little fishing-boat, boldly entered
the port of Marseilles, and anchored exactly opposite the
spot from whence, on the never-to-be-forgotten night of his
departure for the Chateau d'If, he had been put on board the
boat destined to convey him thither. 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; but with that perfect self-possession he had
acquired during his acquaintance with Faria, Dantes coolly
presented an English passport he had obtained from Leghorn,
and as this gave him a standing which a French passport
would not have afforded, he was informed that there existed
no obstacle to his immediate debarkation.

The first person to attract the attention of Dantes, as he
landed on the Canebiere, was one of the crew belonging to
the Pharaon. Edmond welcomed the meeting with this fellow -who
had been one of his own sailors -- as a sure means of
testing the extent of the change which time had worked in
his own appearance. Going straight towards him, he
propounded a variety of questions on different subjects,
carefully watching the man's countenance as he did so; but
not a word or look implied that he had the slightest idea of
ever having seen before the person with whom he was then
conversing. Giving the sailor a piece of money in return for
his civility, Dantes proceeded onwards; but ere he had gone
many steps he heard the man loudly calling him to stop.
Dantes instantly turned to meet him. I beg your pardon
sir said the honest fellow, in almost breathless haste,
but I believe you made a mistake; you intended to give me a
two-franc pieceand seeyou gave me a double Napoleon."

Thank you, my good friend. I see that I have made a
trifling mistake, as you say; but by way of rewarding your
honesty I give you another double Napoleon, that you may
drink to my health, and be able to ask your messmates to
join you.

So extreme was the surprise of the sailorthat he was
unable even to thank Edmondwhose receding figure he
continued to gaze after in speechless astonishment. "Some
nabob from India was his comment.

Dantes, meanwhile, went on his way. Each step he trod
oppressed his heart with fresh emotion; his first and most
indelible recollections were there; not a tree, not a
street, that he passed but seemed filled with dear and
cherished memories. And thus he proceeded onwards till he
arrived at the end of the Rue de Noailles, from whence a
full view of the Allees de Meillan was obtained. At this
spot, so pregnant with fond and filial remembrances, his
heart beat almost to bursting, his knees tottered under him,
a mist floated over his sight, and had he not clung for
support to one of the trees, he would inevitably have fallen
to the ground and been crushed beneath the many vehicles
continually passing there. Recovering himself, however, he
wiped the perspiration from his brows, and stopped not again
till he found himself at the door of the house in which his
father had lived.

The nasturtiums and other plants, which his father had
delighted to train before his window, had all disappeared
from the upper part of the house. Leaning against the tree,
he gazed thoughtfully for a time at the upper stories of the
shabby little house. Then he advanced to the door, and asked
whether there were any rooms to be let. Though answered in
the negative, he begged so earnestly to be permitted to
visit those on the fifth floor, that, in despite of the
oft-repeated assurance of the concierge that they were
occupied, Dantes succeeded in inducing the man to go up to
the tenants, and ask permission for a gentleman to be
allowed to look at them.

The tenants of the humble lodging were a young couple who
had been scarcely married a week; and seeing them, Dantes
sighed heavily. Nothing in the two small chambers forming
the apartments remained as it had been in the time of the
elder Dantes; the very paper was different, while the
articles of antiquated furniture with which the rooms had
been filled in Edmond's time had all disappeared; the four
walls alone remained as he had left them. The bed belonging
to the present occupants was placed as the former owner of
the chamber had been accustomed to have his; and, in spite
of his efforts to prevent it, the eyes of Edmond were
suffused in tears as he reflected that on that spot the old
man had breathed his last, vainly calling for his son. The
young couple gazed with astonishment at the sight of their
visitor's emotion, and wondered to see the large tears
silently chasing each other down his otherwise stern and
immovable features; but they felt the sacredness of his
grief, and kindly refrained from questioning him as to its
cause, while, with instinctive delicacy, they left him to
indulge his sorrow alone. When he withdrew from the scene of
his painful recollections, they both accompanied him
downstairs, reiterating their hope that he would come again
whenever he pleased, and assuring him that their poor

dwelling would ever be open to him. As Edmond passed the
door on the fourth floor, he paused to inquire whether
Caderousse the tailor still dwelt there; but he received,
for reply, that the person in question had got into
difficulties, and at the present time kept a small inn on
the route from Bellegarde to Beaucaire.

Having obtained the address of the person to whom the house
in the Allees de Meillan belonged, Dantes next proceeded
thither, and, under the name of Lord Wilmore (the name and
title inscribed on his passport), purchased the small
dwelling for the sum of twenty-five thousand francs, at
least ten thousand more than it was worth; but had its owner
asked half a million, it would unhesitatingly have been
given. The very same day the occupants of the apartments on
the fifth floor of the house, now become the property of
Dantes, were duly informed by the notary who had arranged
the necessary transfer of deeds, etc., that the new landlord
gave them their choice of any of the rooms in the house,
without the least augmentation of rent, upon condition of
their giving instant possession of the two small chambers
they at present inhabited.

This strange event aroused great wonder and curiosity in the
neighborhood of the Allees de Meillan, and a multitude of
theories were afloat, none of which was anywhere near the
truth. But what raised public astonishment to a climax, and
set all conjecture at defiance, was the knowledge that the
same stranger who had in the morning visited the Allees de
Meillan had been seen in the evening walking in the little
village of the Catalans, and afterwards observed to enter a
poor fisherman's hut, and to pass more than an hour in
inquiring after persons who had either been dead or gone
away for more than fifteen or sixteen years. But on the
following day the family from whom all these particulars had
been asked received a handsome present, consisting of an
entirely new fishing-boat, with two seines and a tender. The
delighted recipients of these munificent gifts would gladly
have poured out their thanks to their generous benefactor,
but they had seen him, upon quitting the hut, merely give
some orders to a sailor, and then springing lightly on
horseback, leave Marseilles by the Porte d'Aix.

Chapter 26
The Pont du Gard Inn.

Such of my readers as have made a pedestrian excursion to
the south of France may perchance have noticed, about midway
between the town of Beaucaire and the village of Bellegarde,
-- a little nearer to the former than to the latter, -- a
small roadside inn, from the front of which hung, creaking
and flapping in the wind, a sheet of tin covered with a
grotesque representation of the Pont du Gard. This modern
place of entertainment stood on the left-hand side of the
post road, and backed upon the Rhone. It also boasted of
what in Languedoc is styled a garden, consisting of a small
plot of ground, on the side opposite to the main entrance
reserved for the reception of guests. A few dingy olives and
stunted fig-trees struggled hard for existence, but their
withered dusty foliage abundantly proved how unequal was the
conflict. Between these sickly shrubs grew a scanty supply
of garlic, tomatoes, and eschalots; while, lone and

solitary, like a forgotten sentinel, a tall pine raised its
melancholy head in one of the corners of this unattractive
spot, and displayed its flexible stem and fan-shaped summit
dried and cracked by the fierce heat of the sub-tropical

In the surrounding plain, which more resembled a dusty lake
than solid ground, were scattered a few miserable stalks of
wheat, the effect, no doubt, of a curious desire on the part
of the agriculturists of the country to see whether such a
thing as the raising of grain in those parched regions was
practicable. Each stalk served as a perch for a grasshopper,
which regaled the passers by through this Egyptian scene
with its strident, monotonous note.

For about seven or eight years the little tavern had been
kept by a man and his wife, with two servants, -- a
chambermaid named Trinette, and a hostler called Pecaud.
This small staff was quite equal to all the requirements,
for a canal between Beaucaire and Aiguemortes had
revolutionized transportation by substituting boats for the
cart and the stagecoach. And, as though to add to the daily
misery which this prosperous canal inflicted on the
unfortunate inn-keeper, whose utter ruin it was fast
accomplishing, it was situated between the Rhone from which
it had its source and the post-road it had depleted, not a
hundred steps from the inn, of which we have given a brief
but faithful description.

The inn-keeper himself was a man of from forty to fifty-five
years of age, tall, strong, and bony, a perfect specimen of
the natives of those southern latitudes; he had dark,
sparkling, and deep-set eyes, hooked nose, and teeth white
as those of a carnivorous animal; his hair, like his beard,
which he wore under his chin, was thick and curly, and in
spite of his age but slightly interspersed with a few
silvery threads. His naturally dark complexion had assumed a
still further shade of brown from the habit the unfortunate
man had acquired of stationing himself from morning till eve
at the threshold of his door, on the lookout for guests who
seldom came, yet there he stood, day after day, exposed to
the meridional rays of a burning sun, with no other
protection for his head than a red handkerchief twisted
around it, after the manner of the Spanish muleteers. This
man was our old acquaintance, Gaspard Caderousse. His wife,
on the contrary, whose maiden name had been Madeleine
Radelle, was pale, meagre, and sickly-looking. Born in the
neighborhood of Arles, she had shared in the beauty for
which its women are proverbial; but that beauty had
gradually withered beneath the devastating influence of the
slow fever so prevalent among dwellers by the ponds of
Aiguemortes and the marshes of Camargue. She remained nearly
always in her second-floor chamber, shivering in her chair,
or stretched languid and feeble on her bed, while her
husband kept his daily watch at the door -- a duty he
performed with so much the greater willingness, as it saved
him the necessity of listening to the endless plaints and
murmurs of his helpmate, who never saw him without breaking
out into bitter invectives against fate; to all of which her
husband would calmly return an unvarying reply, in these
philosophic words: -

HushLa Carconte. It is God's pleasure that things should
be so."

The sobriquet of La Carconte had been bestowed on Madeleine
Radelle from the fact that she had been born in a village
so calledsituated between Salon and Lambesc; and as a
custom existed among the inhabitants of that part of France
where Caderousse lived of styling every person by some
particular and distinctive appellationher husband had
bestowed on her the name of La Carconte in place of her
sweet and euphonious name of Madeleinewhichin all
probabilityhis rude gutteral language would not have
enabled him to pronounce. Stilllet it not be supposed that
amid this affected resignation to the will of Providence
the unfortunate inn-keeper did not writhe under the double
misery of seeing the hateful canal carry off his customers
and his profitsand the daily infliction of his peevish
partner's murmurs and lamentations.

Like other dwellers in the southhe was a man of sober
habits and moderate desiresbut fond of external show
vainand addicted to display. During the days of his
prosperitynot a festivity took place without himself and
wife being among the spectators. He dressed in the
picturesque costume worn upon grand occasions by the
inhabitants of the south of Francebearing equal
resemblance to the style adopted both by the Catalans and
Andalusians; while La Carconte displayed the charming
fashion prevalent among the women of Arlesa mode of attire
borrowed equally from Greece and Arabia. Butby degrees
watch-chainsnecklacesparti-colored scarfsembroidered
bodicesvelvet vestselegantly worked stockingsstriped
gaitersand silver buckles for the shoesall disappeared;
and Gaspard Caderousseunable to appear abroad in his
pristine splendorhad given up any further participation in
the pomps and vanitiesboth for himself and wifealthough
a bitter feeling of envious discontent filled his mind as
the sound of mirth and merry music from the joyous revellers
reached even the miserable hostelry to which he still clung
more for the shelter than the profit it afforded.

Caderoussethenwasas usualat his place of observation
before the doorhis eyes glancing listlessly from a piece
of closely shaven grass -- on which some fowls were
industriouslythough fruitlesslyendeavoring to turn up
some grain or insect suited to their palate -- to the
deserted roadwhich led away to the north and southwhen
he was aroused by the shrill voice of his wifeand
grumbling to himself as he wenthe mounted to her chamber
first taking carehoweverto set the entrance door wide
openas an invitation to any chance traveller who might be

At the moment Caderousse quitted his sentry-like watch
before the doorthe road on which he so eagerly strained
his sight was void and lonely as a desert at mid-day. There
it lay stretching out into one interminable line of dust and
sandwith its sides bordered by tallmeagre trees
altogether presenting so uninviting an appearancethat no
one in his senses could have imagined that any travellerat
liberty to regulate his hours for journeyingwould choose
to expose himself in such a formidable Sahara. Nevertheless
had Caderousse but retained his post a few minutes longer
he might have caught a dim outline of something approaching
from the direction of Bellegarde; as the moving object drew
nearerhe would easily have perceived that it consisted of

a man and horsebetween whom the kindest and most amiable
understanding appeared to exist. The horse was of Hungarian
breedand ambled along at an easy pace. His rider was a
priestdressed in blackand wearing a three-cornered hat;
andspite of the ardent rays of a noonday sunthe pair
came on with a fair degree of rapidity.

Having arrived before the Pont du Gardthe horse stopped
but whether for his own pleasure or that of his rider would
have been difficult to say. However that might have been
the priestdismountingled his steed by the bridle in
search of some place to which he could secure him. Availing
himself of a handle that projected from a half-fallen door
he tied the animal safely and having drawn a red cotton
handkerchieffrom his pocketwiped away the perspiration
that streamed from his browthenadvancing to the door
struck thrice with the end of his iron-shod stick. At this
unusual sounda huge black dog came rushing to meet the
daring assailant of his ordinarily tranquil abodesnarling
and displaying his sharp white teeth with a determined
hostility that abundantly proved how little he was
accustomed to society. At that moment a heavy footstep was
heard descending the wooden staircase that led from the
upper floorandwith many bows and courteous smilesmine
host of the Pont du Gard besought his guest to enter.

You are welcome, sir, most welcome!repeated the
astonished Caderousse. "NowthenMargotin cried he,
speaking to the dog, will you be quiet? Pray don't heed
himsir! -- he only barkshe never bites. I make no doubt
a glass of good wine would be acceptable this dreadfully hot
day." Then perceiving for the first time the garb of the
traveller he had to entertainCaderousse hastily exclaimed:
A thousand pardons! I really did not observe whom I had the
honor to receive under my poor roof. What would the abbe
please to have? What refreshment can I offer? All I have is
at his service.

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; thenobserving in the countenance of the latter
no other expression than extreme surprise at his own want of
attention to an inquiry so courteously wordedhe deemed it
as well to terminate this dumb showand therefore said
speaking with a strong Italian accentYou are, I presume,

M. Caderousse?
Yes, sir,answered the hosteven more surprised at the
question than he had been by the silence which had preceded
it; "I am Gaspard Caderousseat your service."

Gaspard Caderousse,rejoined the priest. "Yes--
Christian and surname are the same. You formerly livedI
believe in the Allees de Meillanon the fourth floor?"

I did.

And you followed the business of a tailor?

True, I was a tailor, till the trade fell off. It is so hot
at Marseilles, that really I believe that the respectable
inhabitants will in time go without any clothing whatever.
But talking of heat, is there nothing I can offer you by way

of refreshment?

Yes; let me have a bottle of your best wine, and then, with
your permission, we will resume our conversation from where
we left off.

As you please, sir,said Caderoussewhoanxious not to
lose the present opportunity of finding a customer for one
of the few bottles of Cahors still remaining in his
possessionhastily raised a trap-door in the floor of the
apartment they were inwhich served both as parlor and
kitchen. Upon issuing forth from his subterranean retreat at
the expiration of five minuteshe found the abbe seated
upon a wooden stoolleaning his elbow on a tablewhile
Margotinwhose animosity seemed appeased by the unusual
command of the traveller for refreshmentshad crept up to
himand had established himself very comfortably between
his kneeshis longskinny neck resting on his lapwhile
his dim eye was fixed earnestly on the traveller's face.

Are you quite alone?inquired the guestas Caderousse
placed before him the bottle of wine and a glass.

Quite, quite alone,replied the man -- "orat least
practically sofor my poor wifewho is the only person in
the house besides myselfis laid up with illnessand
unable to render me the least assistancepoor thing!"

You are married, then?said the priestwith a show of
interestglancing round as he spoke at the scanty
furnishings of the apartment.

Ah, sir,said Caderousse with a sighit is easy to
perceive I am not a rich man; but in this world a man does
not thrive the better for being honest.The abbe fixed on
him a searchingpenetrating glance.

Yes, honest -- I can certainly say that much for myself,
continued the inn-keeperfairly sustaining the scrutiny of
the abbe's gaze; "I can boast with truth of being an honest
man; and continued he significantly, with a hand on his
breast and shaking his head, that is more than every one
can say nowadays."

So much the better for you, if what you assert be true,
said the abbe; "for I am firmly persuaded thatsooner or
laterthe good will be rewardedand the wicked punished."

Such words as those belong to your profession,answered
Caderousseand you do well to repeat them; but,added he
with a bitter expression of countenanceone is free to
believe them or not, as one pleases.

You are wrong to speak thus,said the abbe; "and perhaps I
mayin my own personbe able to prove to you how
completely you are in error."

What mean you?inquired Caderousse with a look of

In the first place, I must be satisfied that you are the
person I am in search of.

What proofs do you require?

Did you, in the year 1814 or 1815, know anything of a young
sailor named Dantes?

Dantes? Did I know poor dear Edmond? Why, Edmond Dantes and
myself were intimate friends!exclaimed Caderoussewhose
countenance flushed darkly as he caught the penetrating gaze
of the abbe fixed on himwhile the clearcalm eye of the
questioner seemed to dilate with feverish scrutiny.

You remind me,said the priestthat the young man
concerning whom I asked you was said to bear the name of

Said to bear the name!repeated Caderoussebecoming
excited and eager. "Whyhe was so called as truly as I
myself bore the appellation of Gaspard Caderousse; but tell
meI praywhat has become of poor Edmond? Did you know
him? Is he alive and at liberty? Is he prosperous and

He died a more wretched, hopeless, heart-broken prisoner
than the felons who pay the penalty of their crimes at the
galleys of Toulon.

A deadly pallor followed the flush on the countenance of
Caderoussewho turned awayand the priest saw him wiping
the tears from his eyes with the corner of the red
handkerchief twisted round his head.

Poor fellow, poor fellow!murmured Caderousse. "Well
theresiris another proof that good people are never
rewarded on this earthand that none but the wicked
prosper. Ah continued Caderousse, speaking in the highly
colored language of the south, the world grows worse and
worse. Why does not Godif he really hates the wickedas
he is said to dosend down brimstone and fireand consume
them altogether?"

You speak as though you had loved this young Dantes,
observed the abbewithout taking any notice of his
companion's vehemence.

And so I did,replied Caderousse; "though onceI confess
I envied him his good fortune. But I swear to yousirI
swear to youby everything a man holds dearI havesince
thendeeply and sincerely lamented his unhappy fate." There
was a brief silenceduring which the fixedsearching eye
of the abbe was employed in scrutinizing the agitated
features of the inn-keeper.

You knew the poor lad, then?continued Caderousse.

I was called to see him on his dying bed, that I might
administer to him the consolations of religion.

And of what did he die?asked Caderousse in a choking

Of what, think you, do young and strong men die in prison,
when they have scarcely numbered their thirtieth year,
unless it be of imprisonment?Caderousse wiped away the
large beads of perspiration that gathered on his brow.

But the strangest part of the story is,resumed the abbe
that Dantes, even in his dying moments, swore by his
crucified Redeemer, that he was utterly ignorant of the
cause of his detention.

And so he was,murmured Caderousse. "How should he have
been otherwise? Ahsirthe poor fellow told you the

And for that reason, he besought me to try and clear up a
mystery he had never been able to penetrate, and to clear
his memory should any foul spot or stain have fallen on it.

And here the look of the abbebecoming more and more fixed
seemed to rest with ill-concealed satisfaction on the gloomy
depression which was rapidly spreading over the countenance
of Caderousse.

A rich Englishman,continued the abbewho had been his
companion in misfortune, but had been released from prison
during the second restoration, was possessed of a diamond of
immense value; this jewel he bestowed on Dantes upon himself
quitting the prison, as a mark of his gratitude for the
kindness and brotherly care with which Dantes had nursed him
in a severe illness he underwent during his confinement.
Instead of employing this diamond in attempting to bribe his
jailers, who might only have taken it and then betrayed him
to the governor, Dantes carefully preserved it, that in the
event of his getting out of prison he might have wherewithal
to live, for the sale of such a diamond would have quite
sufficed to make his fortune.

Then, I suppose,asked Caderoussewith eagerglowing
looksthat it was a stone of immense value?

Why, everything is relative,answered the abbe. "To one in
Edmond's position the diamond certainly was of great value.
It was estimated at fifty thousand francs."

Bless me!exclaimed Caderoussefifty thousand francs!
Surely the diamond was as large as a nut to be worth all

No,replied the abbeit was not of such a size as that;
but you shall judge for yourself. I have it with me.

The sharp gaze of Caderousse was instantly directed towards
the priest's garmentsas though hoping to discover the
location of the treasure. Calmly drawing forth from his
pocket a small box covered with black shagreenthe abbe
opened itand displayed to the dazzled eyes of Caderousse
the sparkling jewel it containedset in a ring of admirable
workmanship. "And that diamond cried Caderousse, almost
breathless with eager admiration, you sayis worth fifty
thousand francs?"

It is, without the setting, which is also valuable,
replied the abbeas he closed the boxand returned it to
his pocketwhile its brilliant hues seemed still to dance
before the eyes of the fascinated inn-keeper.

But how comes the diamond in your possession, sir? Did
Edmond make you his heir?

No, merely his testamentary executor. `I once possessed
four dear and faithful friends, besides the maiden to whom I
was betrothed' he said; `and I feel convinced they have all
unfeignedly grieved over my loss. The name of one of the
four friends is Caderousse.'The inn-keeper shivered.

`Another of the number,'continued the abbewithout
seeming to notice the emotion of Caderousse`is called
Danglars; and the third, in spite of being my rival,
entertained a very sincere affection for me.'A fiendish
smile played over the features of Caderoussewho was about
to break in upon the abbe's speechwhen the latterwaving
his handsaidAllow me to finish first, and then if you
have any observations to make, you can do so afterwards.
`The third of my friends, although my rival, was much
attached to me, -- his name was Fernand; that of my
betrothed was' -- Stay, stay,continued the abbeI have
forgotten what he called her.

Mercedes,said Caderousse eagerly.

True,said the abbewith a stifled sighMercedes it

Go on,urged Caderousse.

Bring me a carafe of water,said the abbe.

Caderousse quickly performed the stranger's bidding; and
after pouring some into a glassand slowly swallowing its
contentsthe abberesuming his usual placidity of manner
saidas he placed his empty glass on the table-- "Where
did we leave off?"

The name of Edmond's betrothed was Mercedes.

To be sure. `You will go to Marseilles,' said Dantes, -for
you understand, I repeat his words just as he uttered
them. Do you understand?


`You will sell this diamond; you will divide the money into
five equal parts, and give an equal portion to these good
friends, the only persons who have loved me upon earth.'

But why into five parts?asked Caderousse; "you only
mentioned four persons."

Because the fifth is dead, as I hear. The fifth sharer in
Edmond's bequest, was his own father.

Too true, too true!ejaculated Caderoussealmost
suffocated by the contending passions which assailed him
the poor old man did die.

I learned so much at Marseilles,replied the abbemaking
a strong effort to appear indifferent; "but from the length
of time that has elapsed since the death of the elder
DantesI was unable to obtain any particulars of his end.
Can you enlighten me on that point?"

I do not know who could if I could not,said Caderousse.
Why, I lived almost on the same floor with the poor old

man. Ah, yes, about a year after the disappearance of his
son the poor old man died.

Of what did he die?

Why, the doctors called his complaint gastro-enteritis, I
believe; his acquaintances say he died of grief; but I, who
saw him in his dying moments, I say he died of--
Caderousse paused.

Of what?asked the priestanxiously and eagerly.

Why, of downright starvation.

Starvation!exclaimed the abbespringing from his seat.
Why, the vilest animals are not suffered to die by such a
death as that. The very dogs that wander houseless and
homeless in the streets find some pitying hand to cast them
a mouthful of bread; and that a man, a Christian, should be
allowed to perish of hunger in the midst of other men who
call themselves Christians, is too horrible for belief. Oh,
it is impossible -- utterly impossible!

What I have said, I have said,answered Caderousse.

And you are a fool for having said anything about it,said
a voice from the top of the stairs. "Why should you meddle
with what does not concern you?"

The two men turned quicklyand saw the sickly countenance
of La Carconte peering between the baluster rails; attracted
by the sound of voicesshe had feebly dragged herself down
the stairsandseated on the lower stephead on knees
she had listened to the foregoing conversation. "Mind your
own businesswife replied Caderousse sharply. This
gentleman asks me for informationwhich common politeness
will not permit me to refuse."

Politeness, you simpleton!retorted La Carconte. "What
have you to do with politenessI should like to know?
Better study a little common prudence. How do you know the
motives that person may have for trying to extract all he
can from you?"

I pledge you my word, madam,said the abbethat my
intentions are good; and that you husband can incur no risk,
provided he answers me candidly.

Ah, that's all very fine,retorted the woman. "Nothing is
easier than to begin with fair promises and assurances of
nothing to fear; but when poorsilly folkslike my husband
therehave been persuaded to tell all they knowthe
promises and assurances of safety are quickly forgotten; and
at some moment when nobody is expecting itbehold trouble
and miseryand all sorts of persecutionsare heaped on the
unfortunate wretcheswho cannot even see whence all their
afflictions come."

Nay, nay, my good woman, make yourself perfectly easy, I
beg of you. Whatever evils may befall you, they will not be
occasioned by my instrumentality, that I solemnly promise

La Carconte muttered a few inarticulate wordsthen let her

head again drop upon her kneesand went into a fit of ague
leaving the two speakers to resume the conversationbut
remaining so as to be able to hear every word they uttered.
Again the abbe had been obliged to swallow a draught of
water to calm the emotions that threatened to overpower him.
When he had sufficiently recovered himselfhe saidIt
appears, then, that the miserable old man you were telling
me of was forsaken by every one. Surely, had not such been
the case, he would not have perished by so dreadful a

Why, he was not altogether forsaken,continued Caderousse
for Mercedes the Catalan and Monsieur Morrel were very kind
to him; but somehow the poor old man had contracted a
profound hatred for Fernand -- the very person,added
Caderousse with a bitter smilethat you named just now as
being one of Dantes' faithful and attached friends.

And was he not so?asked the abbe.

Gaspard, Gaspard!murmured the womanfrom her seat on the
stairsmind what you are saying!Caderousse made no reply
to these wordsthough evidently irritated and annoyed by
the interruptionbutaddressing the abbesaidCan a man
be faithful to another whose wife he covets and desires for
himself? But Dantes was so honorable and true in his own
nature, that he believed everybody's professions of
friendship. Poor Edmond, he was cruelly deceived; but it was
fortunate that he never knew, or he might have found it more
difficult, when on his deathbed, to pardon his enemies. And,
whatever people may say,continued Caderoussein his
native languagewhich was not altogether devoid of rude
poetryI cannot help being more frightened at the idea of
the malediction of the dead than the hatred of the living.

Imbecile!exclaimed La Carconte.

Do you, then, know in what manner Fernand injured Dantes?
inquired the abbe of Caderousse.

Do I? No one better.

Speak out then, say what it was!

Gaspard!cried La Carcontedo as you will; you are
master -- but if you take my advice you'll hold your

Well, wife,replied CaderousseI don't know but what
you're right!

So you will say nothing?asked the abbe.

Why, what good would it do?asked Caderousse. "If the poor
lad were livingand came to me and begged that I would
candidly tell which were his true and which his false
friendswhyperhapsI should not hesitate. But you tell
me he is no moreand therefore can have nothing to do with
hatred or revengeso let all such feeling be buried with

You prefer, then,said the abbethat I should bestow on
men you say are false and treacherous, the reward intended
for faithful friendship?

That is true enough,returned Caderousse. "You say truly
the gift of poor Edmond was not meant for such traitors as
Fernand and Danglars; besideswhat would it be to them? no
more than a drop of water in the ocean."

Remember,chimed in La Carcontethose two could crush
you at a single blow!

How so?inquired the abbe. "Are these personsthenso
rich and powerful?"

Do you not know their history?

I do not. Pray relate it to me!Caderousse seemed to
reflect for a few momentsthen saidNo, truly, it would
take up too much time.

Well, my good friend,returned the abbein a tone that
indicated utter indifference on his partyou are at
liberty, either to speak or be silent, just as you please;
for my own part, I respect your scruples and admire your
sentiments; so let the matter end. I shall do my duty as
conscientiously as I can, and fulfil my promise to the dying
man. My first business will be to dispose of this diamond.
So sayingthe abbe again draw the small box from his
pocketopened itand contrived to hold it in such a light
that a bright flash of brilliant hues passed before the
dazzled gaze of Caderousse.

Wife, wife!cried he in a hoarse voicecome here!

Diamond!exclaimed La Carconterising and descending to
the chamber with a tolerably firm step; "what diamond are
you talking about?"

Why, did you not hear all we said?inquired Caderousse.
It is a beautiful diamond left by poor Edmond Dantes, to be
sold, and the money divided between his father, Mercedes,
his betrothed bride, Fernand, Danglars, and myself. The
jewel is worth at least fifty thousand francs.

Oh, what a magnificent jewel!cried the astonished woman.

The fifth part of the profits from this stone belongs to us
then, does it not?asked Caderousse.

It does,replied the abbe; "with the addition of an equal
division of that part intended for the elder Danteswhich I
believe myself at liberty to divide equally with the four

And why among us four?inquired Caderousse.

As being the friends Edmond esteemed most faithful and
devoted to him.

I don't call those friends who betray and ruin you,
murmured the wife in her turnin a lowmuttering voice.

Of course not!rejoined Caderousse quickly; "no more do I
and that was what I was observing to this gentleman just
now. I said I looked upon it as a sacrilegious profanation
to reward treacheryperhaps crime."

Remember,answered the abbe calmlyas he replaced the
jewel and its case in the pocket of his cassockit is your
fault, not mine, that I do so. You will have the goodness to
furnish me with the address of both Fernand and Danglars, in
order that I may execute Edmond's last wishes.The
agitation of Caderousse became extremeand large drops of
perspiration rolled from his heated brow. As he saw the abbe
rise from his seat and go towards the dooras though to
ascertain if his horse were sufficiently refreshed to
continue his journeyCaderousse and his wife exchanged
looks of deep meaning.

There, you see, wife,said the formerthis splendid
diamond might all be ours, if we chose!

Do you believe it?

Why, surely a man of his holy profession would not deceive

Well,replied La Carcontedo as you like. For my part, I
wash my hands of the affair.So sayingshe once more
climbed the staircase leading to her chamberher body
convulsed with chillsand her teeth rattling in her head
in spite of the intense heat of the weather. Arrived at the
top stairshe turned roundand called outin a warning
toneto her husbandGaspard, consider well what you are
about to do!

I have both reflected and decided,answered he. La
Carconte then entered her chamberthe flooring of which
creaked beneath her heavyuncertain treadas she proceeded
towards her arm-chairinto which she fell as though

Well,asked the abbeas he returned to the apartment
belowwhat have you made up your mind to do?

To tell you all I know,was the reply.

I certainly think you act wisely in so doing,said the
priest. "Not because I have the least desire to learn
anything you may please to conceal from mebut simply that
ifthrough your assistanceI could distribute the legacy
according to the wishes of the testatorwhyso much the
betterthat is all."

I hope it may be so,replied Caderoussehis face flushed
with cupidity.

I am all attention,said the abbe.

Stop a minute,answered Caderousse; "we might be
interrupted in the most interesting part of my storywhich
would be a pity; and it is as well that your visit hither
should be made known only to ourselves." With these words he
went stealthily to the doorwhich he closedandby way of
still greater precautionbolted and barred itas he was
accustomed to do at night. During this time the abbe had
chosen his place for listening at his ease. He removed his
seat into a corner of the roomwhere he himself would be in
deep shadowwhile the light would be fully thrown on the
narrator; thenwith head bent down and hands claspedor

rather clinched togetherhe prepared to give his whole
attention to Caderoussewho seated himself on the little
stoolexactly opposite to him.

Remember, this is no affair of mine,said the trembling
voice of La Carconteas though through the flooring of her
chamber she viewed the scene that was enacting below.

Enough, enough!replied Caderousse; "say no more about it;
I will take all the consequences upon myself." And he began
his story.

Chapter 27
The Story.

First, sir,said Caderousseyou must make me a promise.

What is that?inquired the abbe.

Why, if you ever make use of the details I am about to give
you, that you will never let any one know that it was I who
supplied them; for the persons of whom I am about to talk
are rich and powerful, and if they only laid the tips of
their fingers on me, I should break to pieces like glass.

Make yourself easy, my friend,replied the abbe. "I am a
priestand confessions die in my breast. Recollectour
only desire is to carry outin a fitting mannerthe last
wishes of our friend. Speakthenwithout reserveas
without hatred; tell the truththe whole truth; I do not
knownever may knowthe persons of whom you are about to
speak; besidesI am an Italianand not a Frenchmanand
belong to Godand not to manand I shall shortly retire to
my conventwhich I have only quitted to fulfil the last
wishes of a dying man." This positive assurance seemed to
give Caderousse a little courage.

Well, then, under these circumstances,said CaderousseI
will, I even believe I ought to undeceive you as to the
friendship which poor Edmond thought so sincere and

Begin with his father, if you please.said the abbe;
Edmond talked to me a great deal about the old man for whom
he had the deepest love.

The history is a sad one, sir,said Caderousseshaking
his head; "perhaps you know all the earlier part of it?"

Yes.answered the abbe; "Edmond related to me everything
until the moment when he was arrested in a small cabaret
close to Marseilles."

At La Reserve! Oh, yes; I can see it all before me this

Was it not his betrothal feast?

It was and the feast that began so gayly had a very
sorrowful ending; a police commissary, followed by four
soldiers, entered, and Dantes was arrested.

Yes, and up to this point I know all,said the priest.
Dantes himself only knew that which personally concerned
him, for he never beheld again the five persons I have named
to you, or heard mention of any one of them.

Well, when Dantes was arrested, Monsieur Morrel hastened to
obtain the particulars, and they were very sad. The old man
returned alone to his home, folded up his wedding suit with
tears in his eyes, and paced up and down his chamber the
whole day, and would not go to bed at all, for I was
underneath him and heard him walking the whole night; and
for myself, I assure you I could not sleep either, for the
grief of the poor father gave me great uneasiness, and every
step he took went to my heart as really as if his foot had
pressed against my breast. The next day Mercedes came to
implore the protection of M. de Villefort; she did not
obtain it, however, and went to visit the old man; when she
saw him so miserable and heart-broken, having passed a
sleepless night, and not touched food since the previous
day, she wished him to go with her that she might take care
of him; but the old man would not consent. `No,' was the old
man's reply, `I will not leave this house, for my poor dear
boy loves me better than anything in the world; and if he
gets out of prison he will come and see me the first thing,
and what would he think if I did not wait here for him?' I
heard all this from the window, for I was anxious that
Mercedes should persuade the old man to accompany her, for
his footsteps over my head night and day did not leave me a
moment's repose.

But did you not go up-stairs and try to console the poor
old man?asked the abbe.

Ah, sir,replied Caderoussewe cannot console those who
will not be consoled, and he was one of these; besides, I
know not why, but he seemed to dislike seeing me. One night,
however, I heard his sobs, and I could not resist my desire
to go up to him, but when I reached his door he was no
longer weeping but praying. I cannot now repeat to you, sir,
all the eloquent words and imploring language he made use
of; it was more than piety, it was more than grief, and I,
who am no canter, and hate the Jesuits, said then to myself,
`It is really well, and I am very glad that I have not any
children; for if I were a father and felt such excessive
grief as the old man does, and did not find in my memory or
heart all he is now saying, I should throw myself into the
sea at once, for I could not bear it.'

Poor father!murmured the priest.

From day to day he lived on alone, and more and more
solitary. M. Morrel and Mercedes came to see him, but his
door was closed; and, although I was certain he was at home,
he would not make any answer. One day, when, contrary to his
custom, he had admitted Mercedes, and the poor girl, in
spite of her own grief and despair, endeavored to console
him, he said to her, -- `Be assured, my dear daughter, he is
dead; and instead of expecting him, it is he who is awaiting
us; I am quite happy, for I am the oldest, and of course
shall see him first.' However well disposed a person may be,
why you see we leave off after a time seeing persons who are
in sorrow, they make one melancholy; and so at last old
Dantes was left all to himself, and I only saw from time to
time strangers go up to him and come down again with some

bundle they tried to hide; but I guessed what these bundles
were, and that he sold by degrees what he had to pay for his
subsistence. At length the poor old fellow reached the end
of all he had; he owed three quarters' rent, and they
threatened to turn him out; he begged for another week,
which was granted to him. I know this, because the landlord
came into my apartment when he left his. For the first three
days I heard him walking about as usual, but, on the fourth
I heard nothing. I then resolved to go up to him at all
risks. The door was closed, but I looked through the
keyhole, and saw him so pale and haggard, that believing him
very ill, I went and told M. Morrel and then ran on to
Mercedes. They both came immediately, M. Morrel bringing a
doctor, and the doctor said it was inflammation of the
bowels, and ordered him a limited diet. I was there, too,
and I never shall forget the old man's smile at this
prescription. From that time he received all who came; he
had an excuse for not eating any more; the doctor had put
him on a diet.The abbe uttered a kind of groan. "The story
interests youdoes it notsir?" inquired Caderousse.

Yes,replied the abbeit is very affecting.

Mercedes came again, and she found him so altered that she
was even more anxious than before to have him taken to her
own home. This was M. Morrel's wish also, who would fain
have conveyed the old man against his consent; but the old
man resisted, and cried so that they were actually
frightened. Mercedes remained, therefore, by his bedside,
and M. Morrel went away, making a sign to the Catalan that
he had left his purse on the chimney-piece. But availing
himself of the doctor's order, the old man would not take
any sustenance; at length (after nine days of despair and
fasting), the old man died, cursing those who had caused his
misery, and saying to Mercedes, `If you ever see my Edmond
again, tell him I die blessing him.'The abbe rose from his
chairmade two turns round the chamberand pressed his
trembling hand against his parched throat. "And you believe
he died" -

Of hunger, sir, of hunger,said Caderousse. "I am as
certain of it as that we two are Christians."

The abbewith a shaking handseized a glass of water that
was standing by him half-fullswallowed it at one gulpand
then resumed his seatwith red eyes and pale cheeks. "This
wasindeeda horrid event." said he in a hoarse voice.

The more so, sir, as it was men's and not God's doing.

Tell me of those men,said the abbeand remember too,
he added in an almost menacing toneyou have promised to
tell me everything. Tell me, therefore, who are these men
who killed the son with despair, and the father with

Two men jealous of him, sir; one from love, and the other
from ambition, -- Fernand and Danglars.

How was this jealousy manifested? Speak on.

They denounced Edmond as a Bonapartist agent.

Which of the two denounced him? Which was the real


Both, sir; one with a letter, and the other put it in the

And where was this letter written?

At La Reserve, the day before the betrothal feast.

'Twas so, then -- 'twas so, then,murmured the abbe. "Oh
FariaFariahow well did you judge men and things!"

What did you please to say, sir?asked Caderousse.

Nothing, nothing,replied the priest; "go on."

It was Danglars who wrote the denunciation with his left
hand, that his writing might not be recognized, and Fernand
who put it in the post.

But,exclaimed the abbe suddenlyyou were there

I!said Caderousseastonished; "who told you I was

The abbe saw he had overshot the markand he added quickly
-- "No one; but in order to have known everything so well
you must have been an eye-witness."

True, true!said Caderousse in a choking voiceI was

And did you not remonstrate against such infamy?asked the
abbe; "if notyou were an accomplice."

Sir,replied Caderoussethey had made me drink to such
an excess that I nearly lost all perception. I had only an
indistinct understanding of what was passing around me. I
said all that a man in such a state could say; but they both
assured me that it was a jest they were carrying on, and
perfectly harmless.

Next day -- next day, sir, you must have seen plain enough
what they had been doing, yet you said nothing, though you
were present when Dantes was arrested.

Yes, sir, I was there, and very anxious to speak; but
Danglars restrained me. `If he should really be guilty,'
said he, `and did really put in to the Island of Elba; if he
is really charged with a letter for the Bonapartist
committee at Paris, and if they find this letter upon him,
those who have supported him will pass for his accomplices.'
I confess I had my fears, in the state in which politics
then were, and I held my tongue. It was cowardly, I confess,
but it was not criminal.

I understand -- you allowed matters to take their course,
that was all.

Yes, sir,answered Caderousse; "and remorse preys on me
night and day. I often ask pardon of GodI swear to you
because this actionthe only one with which I have
seriously to reproach myself in all my lifeis no doubt the

cause of my abject condition. I am expiating a moment of
selfishnessand so I always say to La Carcontewhen she
complains`Hold your tonguewoman; it is the will of
God.'" And Caderousse bowed his head with every sign of real

Well, sir,said the abbeyou have spoken unreservedly;
and thus to accuse yourself is to deserve pardon.

Unfortunately, Edmond is dead, and has not pardoned me.

He did not know,said the abbe.

But he knows it all now,interrupted Caderousse; "they say
the dead know everything." There was a brief silence; the
abbe rose and paced up and down pensivelyand then resumed
his seat. "You have two or three times mentioned a M.
Morrel he said; who was he?"

The owner of the Pharaon and patron of Dantes.

And what part did he play in this sad drama?inquired the

The part of an honest man, full of courage and real regard.
Twenty times he interceded for Edmond. When the emperor
returned, he wrote, implored, threatened, and so
energetically, that on the second restoration he was
persecuted as a Bonapartist. Ten times, as I told you, he
came to see Dantes' father, and offered to receive him in
his own house; and the night or two before his death, as I
have already said, he left his purse on the mantelpiece,
with which they paid the old man's debts, and buried him
decently; and so Edmond's father died, as he had lived,
without doing harm to any one. I have the purse still by me
-- a large one, made of red silk.

And,asked the abbeis M. Morrel still alive?

Yes,replied Caderousse.

In that case,replied the abbehe should be rich,

Caderousse smiled bitterly. "Yeshappy as myself said he.

What! M. Morrel unhappy?" exclaimed the abbe.

He is reduced almost to the last extremity -- nay, he is
almost at the point of dishonor.


Yes,continued Caderousseso it is; after five and
twenty years of labor, after having acquired a most
honorable name in the trade of Marseilles, M. Morrel is
utterly ruined; he has lost five ships in two years, has
suffered by the bankruptcy of three large houses, and his
only hope now is in that very Pharaon which poor Dantes
commanded, and which is expected from the Indies with a
cargo of cochineal and indigo. If this ship founders, like
the others, he is a ruined man.

And has the unfortunate man wife or children?inquired the


Yes, he has a wife, who through everything has behaved like
an angel; he has a daughter, who was about to marry the man
she loved, but whose family now will not allow him to wed
the daughter of a ruined man; he has, besides, a son, a
lieutenant in the army; and, as you may suppose, all this,
instead of lessening, only augments his sorrows. If he were
alone in the world he would blow out his brains, and there
would be an end.

Horrible!ejaculated the priest.

And it is thus heaven recompenses virtue, sir,added
Caderousse. "You seeIwho never did a bad action but that
I have told you of -- am in destitutionwith my poor wife
dying of fever before my very eyesand I unable to do
anything in the world for her; I shall die of hungeras old
Dantes didwhile Fernand and Danglars are rolling in

How is that?

Because their deeds have brought them good fortune, while
honest men have been reduced to misery.

What has become of Danglars, the instigator, and therefore
the most guilty?

What has become of him? Why, he left Marseilles, and was
taken, on the recommendation of M. Morrel, who did not know
his crime, as cashier into a Spanish bank. During the war
with Spain he was employed in the commissariat of the French
army, and made a fortune; then with that money he speculated
in the funds, and trebled or quadrupled his capital; and,
having first married his banker's daughter, who left him a
widower, he has married a second time, a widow, a Madame de
Nargonne, daughter of M. de Servieux, the king's
chamberlain, who is in high favor at court. He is a
millionaire, and they have made him a baron, and now he is
the Baron Danglars, with a fine residence in the Rue de
Mont-Blanc, with ten horses in his stables, six footmen in
his ante-chamber, and I know not how many millions in his

Ah!said the abbein a peculiar tonehe is happy.

Happy? Who can answer for that? Happiness or unhappiness is
the secret known but to one's self and the walls -- walls
have ears but no tongue; but if a large fortune produces
happiness, Danglars is happy.

And Fernand?

Fernand? Why, much the same story.

But how could a poor Catalan fisher-boy, without education
or resources, make a fortune? I confess this staggers me.

And it has staggered everybody. There must have been in his
life some strange secret that no one knows.

But, then, by what visible steps has he attained this high
fortune or high position?

Both, sir -- he has both fortune and position -- both.

This must be impossible!

It would seem so; but listen, and you will understand. Some
days before the return of the emperor, Fernand was drafted.
The Bourbons left him quietly enough at the Catalans, but
Napoleon returned, a special levy was made, and Fernand was
compelled to join. I went too; but as I was older than
Fernand, and had just married my poor wife, I was only sent
to the coast. Fernand was enrolled in the active troop, went
to the frontier with his regiment, and was at the battle of
Ligny. The night after that battle he was sentry at the door
of a general who carried on a secret correspondence with the
enemy. That same night the general was to go over to the
English. He proposed to Fernand to accompany him; Fernand
agreed to do so, deserted his post, and followed the
general. Fernand would have been court-martialed if Napoleon
had remained on the throne, but his action was rewarded by
the Bourbons. He returned to France with the epaulet of
sub-lieutenant, and as the protection of the general, who is
in the highest favor, was accorded to him, he was a captain
in 1823, during the Spanish war -- that is to say, at the
time when Danglars made his early speculations. Fernand was
a Spaniard, and being sent to Spain to ascertain the feeling
of his fellow-countrymen, found Danglars there, got on very
intimate terms with him, won over the support of the
royalists at the capital and in the provinces, received
promises and made pledges on his own part, guided his
regiment by paths known to himself alone through the
mountain gorges which were held by the royalists, and, in
fact, rendered such services in this brief campaign that,
after the taking of Trocadero, he was made colonel, and
received the title of count and the cross of an officer of
the Legion of Honor.

Destiny! destiny!murmured the abbe.

Yes, but listen: this was not all. The war with Spain being
ended, Fernand's career was checked by the long peace which
seemed likely to endure throughout Europe. Greece only had
risen against Turkey, and had begun her war of independence;
all eyes were turned towards Athens -- it was the fashion to
pity and support the Greeks. The French government, without
protecting them openly, as you know, gave countenance to
volunteer assistance. Fernand sought and obtained leave to
go and serve in Greece, still having his name kept on the
army roll. Some time after, it was stated that the Comte de
Morcerf (this was the name he bore) had entered the service
of Ali Pasha with the rank of instructor-general. Ali Pasha
was killed, as you know, but before he died he recompensed
the services of Fernand by leaving him a considerable sum,
with which he returned to France, when he was gazetted

So that now?-- inquired the abbe.

So that now,continued Caderoussehe owns a magnificent
house -- No. 27, Rue du Helder, Paris.The abbe opened his
mouthhesitated for a momentthenmaking an effort at
self-controlhe saidAnd Mercedes -- they tell me that
she has disappeared?

Disappeared,said Caderousseyes, as the sun disappears,
to rise the next day with still more splendor.

Has she made a fortune also?inquired the abbewith an
ironical smile.

Mercedes is at this moment one of the greatest ladies in
Paris,replied Caderousse.

Go on,said the abbe; "it seems as if I were listening to
the story of a dream. But I have seen things so
extraordinarythat what you tell me seems less astonishing
than it otherwise might."

Mercedes was at first in the deepest despair at the blow
which deprived her of Edmond. I have told you of her
attempts to propitiate M. de Villefort, her devotion to the
elder Dantes. In the midst of her despair, a new affliction
overtook her. This was the departure of Fernand -- of
Fernand, whose crime she did not know, and whom she regarded
as her brother. Fernand went, and Mercedes remained alone.
Three months passed and still she wept -- no news of Edmond,
no news of Fernand, no companionship save that of an old man
who was dying with despair. One evening, after a day of
accustomed vigil at the angle of two roads leading to
Marseilles from the Catalans, she returned to her home more
depressed than ever. Suddenly she heard a step she knew,
turned anxiously around, the door opened, and Fernand,
dressed in the uniform of a sub-lieutenant, stood before
her. It was not the one she wished for most, but it seemed
as if a part of her past life had returned to her. Mercedes
seized Fernand's hands with a transport which he took for
love, but which was only joy at being no longer alone in the
world, and seeing at last a friend, after long hours of
solitary sorrow. And then, it must be confessed, Fernand had
never been hated -- he was only not precisely loved. Another
possessed all Mercedes' heart; that other was absent, had
disappeared, perhaps was dead. At this last thought Mercedes
burst into a flood of tears, and wrung her hands in agony;
but the thought, which she had always repelled before when
it was suggested to her by another, came now in full force
upon her mind; and then, too, old Dantes incessantly said to
her, `Our Edmond is dead; if he were not, he would return to
us.' The old man died, as I have told you; had he lived,
Mercedes, perchance, had not become the wife of another, for
he would have been there to reproach her infidelity. Fernand
saw this, and when he learned of the old man's death he
returned. He was now a lieutenant. At his first coming he
had not said a word of love to Mercedes; at the second he
reminded her that he loved her. Mercedes begged for six
months more in which to await and mourn for Edmond.

So that,said the abbewith a bitter smilethat makes
eighteen months in all. What more could the most devoted
lover desire?Then he murmured the words of the English
poet`Frailty, thy name is woman.'

Six months afterwards,continued Caderoussethe marriage
took place in the church of Accoules.

The very church in which she was to have married Edmond,
murmured the priest; "there was only a change of

Well, Mercedes was married,proceeded Caderousse; "but
although in the eyes of the world she appeared calmshe
nearly fainted as she passed La Reservewhereeighteen
months beforethe betrothal had been celebrated with him
whom she might have known she still loved had she looked to
the bottom of her heart. Fernandmore happybut not more
at his ease -- for I saw at this time he was in constant
dread of Edmond's return -- Fernand was very anxious to get
his wife awayand to depart himself. There were too many
unpleasant possibilities associated with the Catalansand
eight days after the wedding they left Marseilles."

Did you ever see Mercedes again?inquired the priest.

Yes, during the Spanish war, at Perpignan, where Fernand
had left her; she was attending to the education of her
son.The abbe started. "Her son?" said he.

Yes,replied Caderousselittle Albert.

But, then, to be able to instruct her child,continued the
abbeshe must have received an education herself. I
understood from Edmond that she was the daughter of a simple
fisherman, beautiful but uneducated.

Oh,replied Caderoussedid he know so little of his
lovely betrothed? Mercedes might have been a queen, sir, if
the crown were to be placed on the heads of the loveliest
and most intelligent. Fernand's fortune was already waxing
great, and she developed with his growing fortune. She
learned drawing, music -- everything. Besides, I believe,
between ourselves, she did this in order to distract her
mind, that she might forget; and she only filled her head in
order to alleviate the weight on her heart. But now her
position in life is assured,continued Caderousse; "no
doubt fortune and honors have comforted her; she is richa
countessand yet" -- Caderousse paused.

And yet what?asked the abbe.

Yet, I am sure, she is not happy,said Caderousse.

What makes you believe this?

Why, when I found myself utterly destitute, I thought my
old friends would, perhaps, assist me. So I went to
Danglars, who would not even receive me. I called on
Fernand, who sent me a hundred francs by his

Then you did not see either of them?

No, but Madame de Morcerf saw me.

How was that?

As I went away a purse fell at my feet -- it contained five
and twenty louis; I raised my head quickly, and saw
Mercedes, who at once shut the blind.

And M. de Villefort?asked the abbe.

Oh, he never was a friend of mine, I did not know him, and
I had nothing to ask of him.

Do you not know what became of him, and the share he had in
Edmond's misfortunes?

No; I only know that some time after Edmond's arrest, he
married Mademoiselle de Saint-Meran, and soon after left
Marseilles; no doubt he has been as lucky as the rest; no
doubt he is as rich as Danglars, as high in station as
Fernand. I only, as you see, have remained poor, wretched,
and forgotten.

You are mistaken, my friend,replied the abbe; "God may
seem sometimes to forget for a timewhile his justice
reposesbut there always comes a moment when he remembers
-- and behold -- a proof!" As he spokethe abbe took the
diamond from his pocketand giving it to Caderoussesaid
-- "Heremy friendtake this diamondit is yours."

What, for me only?cried Caderousseah, sir, do not jest
with me!

This diamond was to have been shared among his friends.
Edmond had one friend only, and thus it cannot be divided.
Take the diamond, then, and sell it; it is worth fifty
thousand francs, and I repeat my wish that this sum may
suffice to release you from your wretchedness.

Oh, sir,said Caderousseputting out one hand timidly
and with the other wiping away the perspiration which
bedewed his brow-- "Ohsirdo not make a jest of the
happiness or despair of a man."

I know what happiness and what despair are, and I never
make a jest of such feelings. Take it, then, but in exchange

Caderoussewho touched the diamondwithdrew his hand. The
abbe smiled. "In exchange he continued, give me the red
silk purse that M. Morrel left on old Dantes' chimney-piece
and which you tell me is still in your hands." Caderousse
more and more astonishedwent toward a large oaken
cupboardopened itand gave the abbe a long purse of faded
red silkround which were two copper runners that had once
been gilt. The abbe took itand in return gave Caderousse
the diamond.

Oh, you are a man of God, sir,cried Caderousse; "for no
one knew that Edmond had given you this diamondand you
might have kept it."

Which,said the abbe to himselfyou would have done.
The abbe rosetook his hat and gloves. "Well he said,
all you have told me is perfectly truethenand I may
believe it in every particular."

See, sir,replied Caderoussein this corner is a
crucifix in holy wood -- here on this shelf is my wife's
testament; open this book, and I will swear upon it with my
hand on the crucifix. I will swear to you by my soul's
salvation, my faith as a Christian, I have told everything
to you as it occurred, and as the recording angel will tell
it to the ear of God at the day of the last judgment!

'Tis well,said the abbeconvinced by his manner and tone

that Caderousse spoke the truth. "'Tis welland may this
money profit you! Adieu; I go far from men who thus so
bitterly injure each other." The abbe with difficulty got
away from the enthusiastic thanks of Caderousseopened the
door himselfgot out and mounted his horseonce more
saluted the innkeeperwho kept uttering his loud farewells
and then returned by the road he had travelled in coming.
When Caderousse turned aroundhe saw behind him La
Carcontepaler and trembling more than ever. "Isthenall
that I have heard really true?" she inquired.

What? That he has given the diamond to us only?inquired
Caderoussehalf bewildered with joy; "yesnothing more
true! Seehere it is." The woman gazed at it a momentand
then saidin a gloomy voiceSuppose it's false?
Caderousse started and turned pale. "False!" he muttered.
False! Why should that man give me a false diamond?

To get your secret without paying for it, you blockhead!

Caderousse remained for a moment aghast under the weight of
such an idea. "Oh!" he saidtaking up his hatwhich he
placed on the red handkerchief tied round his headwe will
soon find out.

In what way?

Why, the fair is on at Beaucaire, there are always
jewellers from Paris there, and I will show it to them. Look
after the house, wife, and I shall be back in two hours,
and Caderousse left the house in hasteand ran rapidly in
the direction opposite to that which the priest had taken.
Fifty thousand francs!muttered La Carconte when left
alone; "it is a large sum of moneybut it is not a

Chapter 28
The Prison Register.

The day after that in which the scene we have just described
had taken place on the road between Bellegarde and
Beaucairea man of about thirty or two and thirtydressed
in a bright blue frock coatnankeen trousersand a white
waistcoathaving the appearance and accent of an
Englishmanpresented himself before the mayor of
Marseilles. "Sir said he, I am chief clerk of the house
of Thomson & Frenchof Rome. We areand have been these
ten yearsconnected with the house of Morrel & Sonof
Marseilles. We have a hundred thousand francs or thereabouts
loaned on their securitiesand we are a little uneasy at
reports that have reached us that the firm is on the brink
of ruin. I have comethereforeexpress from Rometo ask
you for information."

Sir,replied the mayor. "I know very well that during the
last four or five years misfortune has seemed to pursue M.
Morrel. He has lost four or five vesselsand suffered by
three or four bankruptcies; but it is not for mealthough I
am a creditor myself to the amount of ten thousand francs
to give any information as to the state of his finances. Ask
of meas mayorwhat is my opinion of M. Morreland I
shall say that he is a man honorable to the last degreeand

who has up to this time fulfilled every engagement with
scrupulous punctuality. This is all I can saysir; if you
wish to learn moreaddress yourself to M. de Bovillethe
inspector of prisonsNo. 15Rue de Nouailles; he hasI
believetwo hundred thousand francs in Morrel's handsand
if there be any grounds for apprehensionas this is a
greater amount than mineyou will most probably find him
better informed than myself."

The Englishman seemed to appreciate this extreme delicacy
made his bow and went awayproceeding with a characteristic
British stride towards the street mentioned. M. de Boville
was in his private roomand the Englishmanon perceiving
himmade a gesture of surprisewhich seemed to indicate
that it was not the first time he had been in his presence.
As to M. de Bovillehe was in such a state of despairthat
it was evident all the faculties of his mindabsorbed in
the thought which occupied him at the momentdid not allow
either his memory or his imagination to stray to the past.
The Englishmanwith the coolness of his nationaddressed
him in terms nearly similar to those with which he had
accosted the mayor of Marseilles. "Ohsir exclaimed M. de
Boville, your fears are unfortunately but too well founded
and you see before you a man in despair. I had two hundred
thousand francs placed in the hands of Morrel & Son; these
two hundred thousand francs were the dowry of my daughter
who was to be married in a fortnightand these two hundred
thousand francs were payablehalf on the 15th of this
monthand the other half on the 15th of next month. I had
informed M. Morrel of my desire to have these payments
punctuallyand he has been here within the last half-hour
to tell me that if his shipthe Pharaondid not come into
port on the 15thhe would be wholly unable to make this

But,said the Englishmanthis looks very much like a
suspension of payment.

It looks more like bankruptcy!exclaimed M. de Boville

The Englishman appeared to reflect a momentand then said
-- "From which it would appearsirthat this credit
inspires you with considerable apprehension?"

To tell you the truth, I consider it lost.

Well, then, I will buy it of you!


Yes, I!

But at a tremendous discount, of course?

No, for two hundred thousand francs. Our house,added the
Englishman with a laughdoes not do things in that way.

And you will pay-

Ready money.And the Englishman drew from his pocket a
bundle of bank-noteswhich might have been twice the sum M.
de Boville feared to lose. A ray of joy passed across M. de
Boville's countenanceyet he made an effort at

self-controland said-- "SirI ought to tell you that
in all probabilityyou will not realize six per cent of
this sum."

That's no affair of mine,replied the Englishmanthat is
the affair of the house of Thomson & French, in whose name I
act. They have, perhaps, some motive to serve in hastening
the ruin of a rival firm. But all I know, sir, is, that I am
ready to hand you over this sum in exchange for your
assignment of the debt. I only ask a brokerage.

Of course, that is perfectly just,cried M. de Boville.
The commission is usually one and a half; will you have two
-- three -- five per cent, or even more? Whatever you say.

Sir,replied the EnglishmanlaughingI am like my
house, and do not do such things -- no, the commission I ask
is quite different.

Name it, sir, I beg.

You are the inspector of prisons?

I have been so these fourteen years.

You keep the registers of entries and departures?

I do.

To these registers there are added notes relative to the

There are special reports on every prisoner.

Well, sir, I was educated at home by a poor devil of an
abbe, who disappeared suddenly. I have since learned that he
was confined in the Chateau d'If, and I should like to learn
some particulars of his death.

What was his name?

The Abbe Faria.

Oh, I recollect him perfectly,cried M. de Boville; "he
was crazy."

So they said.

Oh, he was, decidedly.

Very possibly; but what sort of madness was it?

He pretended to know of an immense treasure, and offered
vast sums to the government if they would liberate him.

Poor devil! -- and he is dead?

Yes, sir, five or six months ago -- last February.

You have a good memory, sir, to recollect dates so well.

I recollect this, because the poor devil's death was
accompanied by a singular incident.

May I ask what that was?said the Englishman with an
expression of curiositywhich a close observer would have
been astonished at discovering in his phlegmatic

Oh dear, yes, sir; the abbe's dungeon was forty or fifty
feet distant from that of one of Bonaparte's emissaries, -one
of those who had contributed the most to the return of
the usurper in 1815, -- a very resolute and very dangerous

Indeed!said the Englishman.

Yes,replied M. de Boville; "I myself had occasion to see
this man in 1816 or 1817and we could only go into his
dungeon with a file of soldiers. That man made a deep
impression on me; I shall never forget his countenance!" The
Englishman smiled imperceptibly.

And you say, sir,he interposedthat the two dungeons

Were separated by a distance of fifty feet; but it appears
that this Edmond Dantes-

This dangerous man's name was-

Edmond Dantes. It appears, sir, that this Edmond Dantes had
procured tools, or made them, for they found a tunnel
through which the prisoners held communication with one

This tunnel was dug, no doubt, with an intention of

No doubt; but unfortunately for the prisoners, the Abbe
Faria had an attack of catalepsy, and died.

That must have cut short the projects of escape.

For the dead man, yes,replied M. de Bovillebut not for
the survivor; on the contrary, this Dantes saw a means of
accelerating his escape. He, no doubt, thought that
prisoners who died in the Chateau d'If were interred in an
ordinary burial-ground, and he conveyed the dead man into
his own cell, took his place in the sack in which they had
sewed up the corpse, and awaited the moment of interment.

It was a bold step, and one that showed some courage,
remarked the Englishman.

As I have already told you, sir, he was a very dangerous
man; and, fortunately, by his own act disembarrassed the
government of the fears it had on his account.

How was that?

How? Do you not comprehend?


The Chateau d'If has no cemetery, and they simply throw the
dead into the sea, after fastening a thirty-six pound
cannon-ball to their feet.

Well,observed the Englishman as if he were slow of

Well, they fastened a thirty-six pound ball to his feet,
and threw him into the sea.

Really!exclaimed the Englishman.

Yes, sir,continued the inspector of prisons. "You may
imagine the amazement of the fugitive when he found himself
flung headlong over the rocks! I should like to have seen
his face at that moment."

That would have been difficult.

No matter,replied De Bovillein supreme good-humor at
the certainty of recovering his two hundred thousand francs
-- "no matterI can fancy it." And he shouted with

So can I,said the Englishmanand he laughed too; but he
laughed as the English doat the end of his teeth.

And so,continued the Englishman who first gained his
composurehe was drowned?


So that the governor got rid of the dangerous and the crazy
prisoner at the same time?


But some official document was drawn up as to this affair,
I suppose?inquired the Englishman.

Yes, yes, the mortuary deposition. You understand, Dantes'
relations, if he had any, might have some interest in
knowing if he were dead or alive.

So that now, if there were anything to inherit from him,
they may do so with easy conscience. He is dead, and no
mistake about it.

Oh, yes; and they may have the fact attested whenever they

So be it,said the Englishman. "But to return to these

True, this story has diverted our attention from them.
Excuse me.

Excuse you for what? For the story? By no means; it really
seems to me very curious.

Yes, indeed. So, sir, you wish to see all relating to the
poor abbe, who really was gentleness itself.

Yes, you will much oblige me.

Go into my study here, and I will show it to you.And they
both entered M. de Boville's study. Everything was here

arranged in perfect order; each register had its number
each file of papers its place. The inspector begged the
Englishman to seat himself in an arm-chairand placed
before him the register and documents relative to the
Chateau d'Ifgiving him all the time he desired for the
examinationwhile De Boville seated himself in a corner
and began to read his newspaper. The Englishman easily found
the entries relative to the Abbe Faria; but it seemed that
the history which the inspector had related interested him
greatlyfor after having perused the first documents he
turned over the leaves until he reached the deposition
respecting Edmond Dantes. There he found everything arranged
in due order-- the accusationexaminationMorrel's
petitionM. de Villefort's marginal notes. He folded up the
accusation quietlyand put it as quietly in his pocket;
read the examinationand saw that the name of Noirtier was
not mentioned in it; perusedtoothe application dated
10th April1815in which Morrelby the deputy procureur's
adviceexaggerated with the best intentions (for Napoleon
was then on the throne) the services Dantes had rendered to
the imperial cause -- services which Villefort's
certificates rendered indispensable. Then he saw through the
whole thing. This petition to Napoleonkept back by
Villeforthad becomeunder the second restorationa
terrible weapon against him in the hands of the king's
attorney. He was no longer astonished when he searched on to
find in the register this noteplaced in a bracket against
his name: --

Edmond Dantes.

An inveterate Bonapartist; took an active part in the return
from the Island of Elba.

To be kept in strict solitary confinementand to be closely
watched and guarded.

Beneath these lines was written in another hand: "See note
above -- nothing can be done." He compared the writing in
the bracket with the writing of the certificate placed
beneath Morrel's petitionand discovered that the note in
the bracket was the some writing as the certificate -- that
is to saywas in Villefort's handwriting. As to the note
which accompanied thisthe Englishman understood that it
might have been added by some inspector who had taken a
momentary interest in Dantes' situationbut who hadfrom
the remarks we have quotedfound it impossible to give any
effect to the interest he had felt.

As we have saidthe inspectorfrom discretionand that he
might not disturb the Abbe Faria's pupil in his researches
had seated himself in a cornerand was reading Le Drapeau
Blanc. He did not see the Englishman fold up and place in
his pocket the accusation written by Danglars under the
arbor of La Reserveand which had the postmark
Marseilles, 27th Feb., delivery 6 o'clock, P.M.But it
must be said that if he had seen ithe attached so little
importance to this scrap of paperand so much importance to
his two hundred thousand francsthat he would not have
opposed whatever the Englishman might dohowever irregular
it might be.

Thanks,said the latterclosing the register with a slam
I have all I want; now it is for me to perform my promise.

Give me a simple assignment of your debt; acknowledge
therein the receipt of the cash, and I will hand you over
the money.He rosegave his seat to M. de Bovillewho
took it without ceremonyand quickly drew up the required
assignmentwhile the Englishman counted out the bank-notes
on the other side of the desk.

Chapter 29
The House of Morrel & Son.

Any one who had quitted Marseilles a few years previously
well acquainted with the interior of Morrel's warehouseand
had returned at this datewould have found a great change.
Instead of that air of lifeof comfortand of happiness
that permeates a flourishing and prosperous business
establishment -- instead of merry faces at the windowsbusy
clerks hurrying to and fro in the long corridors -- instead
of the court filled with bales of goodsre-echoing with the
cries and the jokes of portersone would have immediately
perceived all aspect of sadness and gloom. Out of all the
numerous clerks that used to fill the deserted corridor and
the empty officebut two remained. One was a young man of
three or four and twentywho was in love with M. Morrel's
daughterand had remained with him in spite of the efforts
of his friends to induce him to withdraw; the other was an
old one-eyed cashiercalled "Cocles or Cock-eye a
nickname given him by the young men who used to throng this
vast now almost deserted bee-hive, and which had so
completely replaced his real name that he would not, in all
probability, have replied to any one who addressed him by

Cocles remained in M. Morrel's service, and a most singular
change had taken place in his position; he had at the same
time risen to the rank of cashier, and sunk to the rank of a
servant. He was, however, the same Cocles, good, patient,
devoted, but inflexible on the subject of arithmetic, the
only point on which he would have stood firm against the
world, even against M. Morrel; and strong in the
multiplication-table, which he had at his fingers' ends, no
matter what scheme or what trap was laid to catch him. In
the midst of the disasters that befell the house, Cocles was
the only one unmoved. But this did not arise from a want of
affection; on the contrary, from a firm conviction. Like the
rats that one by one forsake the doomed ship even before the
vessel weighs anchor, so all the numerous clerks had by
degrees deserted the office and the warehouse. Cocles had
seen them go without thinking of inquiring the cause of
their departure. Everything was as we have said, a question
of arithmetic to Cocles, and during twenty years he had
always seen all payments made with such exactitude, that it
seemed as impossible to him that the house should stop
payment, as it would to a miller that the river that had so
long turned his mill should cease to flow.

Nothing had as yet occurred to shake Cocles' belief; the
last month's payment had been made with the most scrupulous
exactitude; Cocles had detected an overbalance of fourteen
sous in his cash, and the same evening he had brought them
to M. Morrel, who, with a melancholy smile, threw them into
an almost empty drawer, saying: --

ThanksCocles; you are the pearl of cashiers "

Cocles went away perfectly happyfor this eulogium of M.
Morrelhimself the pearl of the honest men of Marseilles
flattered him more than a present of fifty crowns. But since
the end of the month M. Morrel had passed many an anxious
hour. In order to meet the payments then due; he had
collected all his resourcesandfearing lest the report of
his distress should get bruited abroad at Marseilles when he
was known to be reduced to such an extremityhe went to the
Beaucaire fair to sell his wife's and daughter's jewels and
a portion of his plate. By this means the end of the month
was passedbut his resources were now exhausted. Credit
owing to the reports afloatwas no longer to be had; and to
meet the one hundred thousand francs due on the 10th of the
present monthand the one hundred thousand francs due on
the 15th of the next month to M. de BovilleM. Morrel had
in realityno hope but the return of the Pharaonof whose
departure he had learnt from a vessel which had weighed
anchor at the same timeand which had already arrived in
harbor. But this vessel whichlike the Pharaoncame from
Calcuttahad been in for a fortnightwhile no intelligence
had been received of the Pharaon.

Such was the state of affairs whenthe day after his
interview with M. de Bovillethe confidential clerk of the
house of Thomson & French of Romepresented himself at M.
Morrel's. Emmanuel received him; this young man was alarmed
by the appearance of every new facefor every new face
might be that of a new creditorcome in anxiety to question
the head of the house. The young manwishing to spare his
employer the pain of this interviewquestioned the
new-comer; but the stranger declared that he had nothing to
say to M. Emmanueland that his business was with M. Morrel
in person. Emmanuel sighedand summoned Cocles. Cocles
appearedand the young man bade him conduct the stranger to

M. Morrel's apartment. Cocles went firstand the stranger
followed him. On the staircase they met a beautiful girl of
sixteen or seventeenwho looked with anxiety at the
M. Morrel is in his room, is he not, Mademoiselle Julie?
said the cashier.

Yes; I think so, at least,said the young girl
hesitatingly. "Go and seeCoclesand if my father is
thereannounce this gentleman."

It will be useless to announce me, mademoiselle,returned
the Englishman. "M. Morrel does not know my name; this
worthy gentleman has only to announce the confidential clerk
of the house of Thomson & French of Romewith whom your
father does business."

The young girl turned pale and continued to descendwhile
the stranger and Cocles continued to mount the staircase.
She entered the office where Emmanuel waswhile Coclesby
the aid of a key he possessedopened a door in the corner
of a landing-place on the second staircaseconducted the
stranger into an ante-chamberopened a second doorwhich
he closed behind himand after having left the clerk of the
house of Thomson & French alonereturned and signed to him
that he could enter. The Englishman enteredand found
Morrel seated at a tableturning over the formidable

columns of his ledgerwhich contained the list of his
liabilities. At the sight of the strangerM. Morrel closed
the ledgeraroseand offered a seat to the stranger; and
when he had seen him seatedresumed his own chair. Fourteen
years had changed the worthy merchantwhoin his
thirty-sixth year at the opening of this historywas now in
his fiftieth; his hair had turned whitetime and sorrow had
ploughed deep furrows on his browand his lookonce so
firm and penetratingwas now irresolute and wanderingas
if he feared being forced to fix his attention on some
particular thought or person. The Englishman looked at him
with an air of curiosityevidently mingled with interest.
Monsieur,said Morrelwhose uneasiness was increased by
this examinationyou wish to speak to me?

Yes, monsieur; you are aware from whom I come?

The house of Thomson & French; at least, so my cashier
tells me.

He has told you rightly. The house of Thomson & French had
300,000 or 400,000 francs to pay this month in France; and,
knowing your strict punctuality, have collected all the
bills bearing your signature, and charged me as they became
due to present them, and to employ the money otherwise.
Morrel sighed deeplyand passed his hand over his forehead
which was covered with perspiration.

So then, sir,said Morrelyou hold bills of mine?

Yes, and for a considerable sum.

What is the amount?asked Morrel with a voice he strove to
render firm.

Here is,said the Englishmantaking a quantity of papers
from his pocketan assignment of 200,000 francs to our
house by M. de Boville, the inspector of prisons, to whom
they are due. You acknowledge, of course, that you owe this
sum to him?

Yes; he placed the money in my hands at four and a half per
cent nearly five years ago.

When are you to pay?

Half the 15th of this month, half the 15th of next.

Just so; and now here are 32,500 francs payable shortly;
they are all signed by you, and assigned to our house by the

I recognize them,said Morrelwhose face was suffusedas
he thought thatfor the first time in his lifehe would be
unable to honor his own signature. "Is this all?"

No, I have for the end of the month these bills which have
been assigned to us by the house of Pascal, and the house of
Wild & Turner of Marseilles, amounting to nearly 55,000
francs; in all, 287,500 francs.It is impossible to
describe what Morrel suffered during this enumeration. "Two
hundred and eighty-seven thousand five hundred francs
repeated he.

Yessir replied the Englishman. I will not continued
he, after a moment's silence, conceal from youthat while
your probity and exactitude up to this moment are
universally acknowledgedyet the report is current in
Marseilles that you are not able to meet your liabilities."
At this almost brutal speech Morrel turned deathly pale.
Sir,said heup to this time -- and it is now more than
four-and-twenty years since I received the direction of this
house from my father, who had himself conducted it for five
and thirty years -- never has anything bearing the signature
of Morrel & Son been dishonored.

I know that,replied the Englishman. "But as a man of
honor should answer anothertell me fairlyshall you pay
these with the same punctuality?" Morrel shudderedand
looked at the manwho spoke with more assurance than he had
hitherto shown. "To questions frankly put said he, a
straightforward answer should be given. YesI shall pay
ifas I hopemy vessel arrives safely; for its arrival
will again procure me the credit which the numerous
accidentsof which I have been the victimhave deprived
me; but if the Pharaon should be lostand this last
resource be gone" -- the poor man's eyes filled with tears.

Well,said the otherif this last resource fail you?

Well,returned Morrelit is a cruel thing to be forced
to say, but, already used to misfortune, I must habituate
myself to shame. I fear I shall be forced to suspend

Have you no friends who could assist you?Morrel smiled
mournfully. "In businesssir said he, one has no
friendsonly correspondents."

It is true,murmured the Englishman; "then you have but
one hope."

But one.

The last?

The last.

So that if this fail-

I am ruined, -- completely ruined!

As I was on my way here, a vessel was coming into port.

I know it, sir; a young man, who still adheres to my fallen
fortunes, passes a part of his time in a belvidere at the
top of the house, in hopes of being the first to announce
good news to me; he has informed me of the arrival of this

And it is not yours?

No, she is a Bordeaux vessel, La Gironde; she comes from
India also; but she is not mine.

Perhaps she has spoken the Pharaon, and brings you some
tidings of her?

Shall I tell you plainly one thing, sir? I dread almost as
much to receive any tidings of my vessel as to remain in
doubt. uncertainty is still hope.Then in a low voice
Morrel added-- "This delay is not natural. The Pharaon
left Calcutta the 5th February; she ought to have been here
a month ago."

What is that?said the Englishman. "What is the meaning of
that noise?"

Oh, oh!cried Morrelturning palewhat is it?A loud
noise was heard on the stairs of people moving hastilyand
half-stifled sobs. Morrel rose and advanced to the door; but
his strength failed him and he sank into a chair. The two
men remained opposite one anotherMorrel trembling in every
limbthe stranger gazing at him with an air of profound
pity. The noise had ceased; but it seemed that Morrel
expected something -- something had occasioned the noise
and something must follow. The stranger fancied he heard
footsteps on the stairs; and that the footstepswhich were
those of several personsstopped at the door. A key was
inserted in the lock of the first doorand the creaking of
hinges was audible.

There are only two persons who have the key to that door,
murmured MorrelCocles and Julie.At this instant the
second door openedand the young girlher eyes bathed with
tearsappeared. Morrel rose tremblinglysupporting himself
by the arm of the chair. He would have spokenbut his voice
failed him. "Ohfather!" said sheclasping her hands
forgive your child for being the bearer of evil tidings.

Morrel again changed color. Julie threw herself into his

Oh, father, father!murmured shecourage!

The Pharaon has gone down, then?said Morrel in a hoarse
voice. The young girl did not speak; but she made an
affirmative sign with her head as she lay on her father's

And the crew?asked Morrel.

Saved,said the girl; "saved by the crew of the vessel
that has just entered the harbor." Morrel raised his two
hands to heaven with an expression of resignation and
sublime gratitude. "Thanksmy God said he, at least thou
strikest but me alone." A tear moistened the eye of the
phlegmatic Englishman.

Come in, come in,said Morrelfor I presume you are all
at the door.

Scarcely had he uttered those words than Madame Morrel
entered weeping bitterly. Emmanuel followed herand in the
antechamber were visible the rough faces of seven or eight
half-naked sailors. At the sight of these men the Englishman
started and advanced a step; then restrained himselfand
retired into the farthest and most obscure corner of the
apartment. Madame Morrel sat down by her husband and took
one of his hands in hersJulie still lay with her head on
his shoulderEmmanuel stood in the centre of the chamber
and seemed to form the link between Morrel's family and the

sailors at the door.

How did this happen?said Morrel.

Draw nearer, Penelon,said the young manand tell us all
about it.

An old seamanbronzed by the tropical sunadvanced
twirling the remains of a tarpaulin between his hands.
Good-day, M. Morrel,said heas if he had just quitted
Marseilles the previous eveningand had just returned from
Aix or Toulon.

Good-day, Penelon,returned Morrelwho could not refrain
from smiling through his tearswhere is the captain?

The captain, M. Morrel, -- he has stayed behind sick at
Palma; but please God, it won't be much, and you will see
him in a few days all alive and hearty.

Well, now tell your story, Penelon.

Penelon rolled his quid in his cheekplaced his hand before
his mouthturned his headand sent a long jet of
tobacco-juice into the antechamberadvanced his foot
balanced himselfand began-- "You seeM. Morrel said
he, we were somewhere between Cape Blanc and Cape Boyador
sailing with a fair breezesouth-south-west after a week's
calmwhen Captain Gaumard comes up to me -- I was at the
helm I should tell you -- and says`Penelonwhat do you
think of those clouds coming up over there?' I was just then
looking at them myself. `What do I thinkcaptain? Why I
think that they are rising faster than they have any
business to doand that they would not be so black if they
didn't mean mischief.' -- `That's my opinion too' said the
captain`and I'll take precautions accordingly. We are
carrying too much canvas. Avastthereall hands! Take in
the studding-sl's and stow the flying jib.' It was time; the
squall was on usand the vessel began to heel. `Ah' said
the captain`we have still too much canvas set; all hands
lower the mains'l!' Five minutes afterit was down; and we
sailed under mizzen-tops'ls and to'gall'nt sails. `Well
Penelon' said the captain`what makes you shake your
head?' `Why' I says`I still think you've got too much
on.' `I think you're right' answered he`we shall have a
gale.' `A gale? More than thatwe shall have a tempestor
I don't know what's what.' You could see the wind coming
like the dust at Montredon; luckily the captain understood
his business. `Take in two reefs in the tops'ls' cried the
captain; `let go the bowlin'shaul the bracelower the
to'gall'nt sailshaul out the reef-tackles on the yards.'"

That was not enough for those latitudes,said the
Englishman; "I should have taken four reefs in the topsails
and furled the spanker."

His firmsonorousand unexpected voice made every one
start. Penelon put his hand over his eyesand then stared
at the man who thus criticized the manoeuvres of his
captain. "We did better than thatsir said the old sailor
respectfully; we put the helm up to run before the tempest;
ten minutes after we struck our tops'ls and scudded under
bare poles."

The vessel was very old to risk that,said the Englishman.

Eh, it was that that did the business; after pitching
heavily for twelve hours we sprung a leak. `Penelon,' said
the captain, `I think we are sinking, give me the helm, and
go down into the hold.' I gave him the helm, and descended;
there was already three feet of water. `All hands to the
pumps!' I shouted; but it was too late, and it seemed the
more we pumped the more came in. `Ah,' said I, after four
hours' work, `since we are sinking, let us sink; we can die
but once.' `That's the example you set, Penelon,' cries the
captain; `very well, wait a minute.' He went into his cabin
and came back with a brace of pistols. `I will blow the
brains out of the first man who leaves the pump,' said he.

Well done!said the Englishman.

There's nothing gives you so much courage as good reasons,
continued the sailor; "and during that time the wind had
abatedand the sea gone downbut the water kept rising;
not muchonly two inches an hourbut still it rose. Two
inches an hour does not seem muchbut in twelve hours that
makes two feetand three we had beforethat makes five.
`Come' said the captain`we have done all in our power
and M. Morrel will have nothing to reproach us withwe have
tried to save the shiplet us now save ourselves. To the
boatsmy ladsas quick as you can.' Now continued
Penelon, you seeM. Morrela sailor is attached to his
shipbut still more to his lifeso we did not wait to be
told twice; the more sothat the ship was sinking under us
and seemed to say`Get along -- save yourselves.' We soon
launched the boatand all eight of us got into it. The
captain descended lastor ratherhe did not descendhe
would not quit the vessel; so I took him round the waist
and threw him into the boatand then I jumped after him. It
was timefor just as I jumped the deck burst with a noise
like the broadside of a man-of-war. Ten minutes after she
pitched forwardthen the other wayspun round and round
and then good-by to the Pharaon. As for uswe were three
days without anything to eat or drinkso that we began to
think of drawing lots who should feed the restwhen we saw
La Gironde; we made signals of distressshe perceived us
made for usand took us all on board. There nowM. Morrel
that's the whole truthon the honor of a sailor; is not it
trueyou fellows there?" A general murmur of approbation
showed that the narrator had faithfully detailed their
misfortunes and sufferings.

Well, well,said M. MorrelI know there was no one in
fault but destiny. It was the will of God that this should
happen, blessed be his name. What wages are due to you?

Oh, don't let us talk of that, M. Morrel.

Yes, but we will talk of it.

Well, then, three months,said Penelon.

Cocles, pay two hundred francs to each of these good
fellows,said Morrel. "At another time added be, I
should have saidGive thembesidestwo hundred francs
over as a present; but times are changedand the little
money that remains to me is not my own."

Penelon turned to his companionsand exchanged a few words
with them.

As for that, M. Morrel,said heagain turning his quid
as for that-

As for what?

The money.


Well, we all say that fifty francs will be enough for us at
present, and that we will wait for the rest.

Thanks, my friends, thanks!cried Morrel gratefully; "take
it -- take it; and if you can find another employerenter
his service; you are free to do so." These last words
produced a prodigious effect on the seaman. Penelon nearly
swallowed his quid; fortunately he recovered. "WhatM.
Morrel!" said he in a low voiceyou send us away; you are
then angry with us!

No, no,said M. MorrelI am not angry, quite the
contrary, and I do not send you away; but I have no more
ships, and therefore I do not want any sailors.

No more ships!returned Penelon; "wellthenyou'll build
some; we'll wait for you."

I have no money to build ships with, Penelon,said the
poor owner mournfullyso I cannot accept your kind offer.

No more money? Then you must not pay us; we can scud, like
the Pharaon, under bare poles.

Enough, enough!cried Morrelalmost overpowered; "leave
meI pray you; we shall meet again in a happier time.
Emmanuelgo with themand see that my orders are

At least, we shall see each other again, M. Morrel?asked

Yes; I hope so, at least. Now go.He made a sign to
Cocleswho went first; the seamen followed him and Emmanuel
brought up the rear. "Now said the owner to his wife and
daughter, leave me; I wish to speak with this gentleman."
And he glanced towards the clerk of Thomson & Frenchwho
had remained motionless in the corner during this scenein
which he had taken no partexcept the few words we have
mentioned. The two women looked at this person whose
presence they had entirely forgottenand retired; butas
she left the apartmentJulie gave the stranger a
supplicating glanceto which he replied by a smile that an
indifferent spectator would have been surprised to see on
his stern features. The two men were left alone. "Well
sir said Morrel, sinking into a chair, you have heard
alland I have nothing further to tell you."

I see,returned the Englishmanthat a fresh and
unmerited misfortune his overwhelmed you, and this only
increases my desire to serve you.

Oh, sir!cried Morrel.

Let me see,continued the strangerI am one of your
largest creditors.

Your bills, at least, are the first that will fall due.

Do you wish for time to pay?

A delay would save my honor, and consequently my life.

How long a delay do you wish for?-- Morrel reflected.
Two months,said he.

I will give you three,replied the stranger.

But,asked Morrelwill the house of Thomson & French

Oh, I take everything on myself. To-day is the 5th of


Well, renew these bills up to the 5th of September; and on
the 5th of September at eleven o'clock (the hand of the
clock pointed to eleven), I shall come to receive the

I shall expect you,returned Morrel; "and I will pay you
-- or I shall he dead." These last words were uttered in so
low a tone that the stranger could not hear them. The bills
were renewedthe old ones destroyedand the poor
ship-owner found himself with three months before him to
collect his resources. The Englishman received his thanks
with the phlegm peculiar to his nation; and Morrel
overwhelming him with grateful blessingsconducted him to
the staircase. The stranger met Julie on the stairs; she
pretended to be descendingbut in reality she was waiting
for him. "Ohsir" -- said sheclasping her hands.

Mademoiselle,said the strangerone day you will receive
a letter signed `Sinbad the Sailor.' Do exactly what the
letter bids you, however strange it may appear.

Yes, sir,returned Julie.

Do you promise?

I swear to you I will.

It is well. Adieu, mademoiselle. Continue to be the good,
sweet girl you are at present, and I have great hopes that
heaven will reward you by giving you Emmanuel for a

Julie uttered a faint cryblushed like a roseand leaned
against the baluster. The stranger waved his handand
continued to descend. In the court he found Penelonwho
with a rouleau of a hundred francs in either handseemed
unable to make up his mind to retain them. "Come with memy
friend said the Englishman; I wish to speak to you."

Chapter 30
The Fifth of September.

The extension provided for by the agent of Thomson & French
at the moment when Morrel expected it leastwas 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. The same day he told his wife
Emmanueland his daughter all that had occurred; and a ray
of hopeif not of tranquillityreturned to the family.
UnfortunatelyhoweverMorrel had not only engagements with
the house of Thomson & Frenchwho had shown themselves so
considerate towards him; andas he had saidin business he
had correspondentsand not friends. When he thought the
matter overhe could by no means account for this generous
conduct on the part of Thomson & French towards him; and
could only attribute it to some such selfish argument as
this: -- "We had better help a man who owes us nearly
300000 francsand have those 300000 francs at the end of
three months than hasten his ruinand get only six or eight
per cent of our money back again." Unfortunatelywhether
through envy or stupidityall Morrel's correspondents did
not take this view; and some even came to a contrary
decision. The bills signed by Morrel were presented at his
office with scrupulous exactitudeandthanks to the delay
granted by the Englishmanwere paid by Cocles with equal
punctuality. Cocles thus remained in his accustomed
tranquillity. It was Morrel alone who remembered with alarm
that if he had to repay on the 15th the 50000 francs of M.
de Bovilleand on the 30th the 32500 francs of billsfor
whichas well as the debt due to the inspector of prisons
he had time grantedhe must be a ruined man.

The opinion of all the commercial men was thatunder the
reverses which had successively weighed down Morrelit was
impossible for him to remain solvent. Greatthereforewas
the astonishment when at the end of the monthhe cancelled
all his obligations with his usual punctuality. Still
confidence was not restored to all mindsand the general
opinion was that the complete ruin of the unfortunate
shipowner had been postponed only until the end of the
month. The month passedand Morrel made extraordinary
efforts to get in all his resources. Formerly his paperat
any datewas taken with confidenceand was even in
request. Morrel now tried to negotiate bills at ninety days
onlyand none of the banks would give him credit.
FortunatelyMorrel had some funds coming in on which he
could rely; andas they reached himhe found himself in a
condition to meet his engagements when the end of July came.
The agent of Thomson & French had not been again seen at
Marseilles; the day afteror two days after his visit to
Morrelhe had disappeared; and as in that city he had had
no intercourse but with the mayorthe inspector of prisons
and M. Morrelhis departure left no trace except in the
memories of these three persons. As to the sailors of the
Pharaonthey must have found snug berths elsewherefor
they also had disappeared.

Captain Gaumardrecovered from his illnesshad returned
from Palma. He delayed presenting himself at Morrel'sbut
the ownerhearing of his arrivalwent to see him. The
worthy shipowner knewfrom Penelon's recitalof the
captain's brave conduct during the stormand tried to

console him. He brought him also the amount of his wages
which Captain Gaumard had not dared to apply for. As he
descended the staircaseMorrel met Penelonwho was going
up. Penelon hadit would seemmade good use of his money
for he was newly clad. When he saw his employerthe worthy
tar seemed much embarrasseddrew on one side into the
corner of the landing-placepassed his quid from one cheek
to the otherstared stupidly with his great eyesand only
acknowledged the squeeze of the hand which Morrel as usual
gave him by a slight pressure in return. Morrel attributed
Penelon's embarrassment to the elegance of his attire; it
was evident the good fellow had not gone to such an expense
on his own account; he wasno doubtengaged on board some
other vesseland thus his bashfulness arose from the fact
of his not havingif we may so express ourselvesworn
mourning for the Pharaon longer. Perhaps he had come to tell
Captain Gaumard of his good luckand to offer him
employment from his new master. "Worthy fellows!" said
Morrelas he went awaymay your new master love you as I
loved you, 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. On the 20th of August
it was known at Marseilles that he had left town in the
mailcoachand then it was said that the bills would go to
protest at the end of the monthand that Morrel had gone
away and left his chief clerk Emmanueland his cashier
Coclesto meet the creditors. Butcontrary to all
expectationwhen the 31st of August camethe house opened
as usualand Cocles appeared behind the grating of the
counterexamined all bills presented with the usual
scrutinyandfrom first to lastpaid all with the usual
precision. There came inmoreovertwo drafts which M.
Morrel had fully anticipatedand which Cocles paid as
punctually as the bills which the shipowner had accepted.
All this was incomprehensibleand thenwith the tenacity
peculiar to prophets of bad newsthe failure was put off
until the end of September. On the 1stMorrel returned; he
was awaited by his family with extreme anxietyfor from
this journey to Paris they hoped great things. Morrel had
thought of Danglarswho was now immensely richand had
lain under great obligations to Morrel in former dayssince
to him it was owing that Danglars entered the service of the
Spanish bankerwith whom he had laid the foundations of his
vast wealth. It was said at this moment that Danglars was
worth from six to eight millions of francsand had
unlimited credit. Danglarsthenwithout taking a crown
from his pocketcould save Morrel; he had but to pass his
word for a loanand Morrel was saved. Morrel had long
thought of Danglarsbut had kept away from some instinctive
motiveand had delayed as long as possible availing himself
of this last resource. And Morrel was rightfor he returned
home crushed by the humiliation of a refusal. Yeton his
arrivalMorrel did not utter a complaintor say one harsh
word. He embraced his weeping wife and daughterpressed
Emmanuel's hand with friendly warmthand then going to his
private room on the second floor had sent for Cocles.
Then,said the two women to Emmanuelwe are indeed

It was agreed in a brief council held among themthat Julie
should write to her brotherwho was in garrison at Nimes
to come to them as speedily as possible. The poor women felt
instinctively that they required all their strength to

support the blow that impended. BesidesMaximilian Morrel
though hardly two and twentyhad great influence over his
father. He was a strong-mindedupright young man. At the
time when he decided on his profession his father had no
desire to choose for himbut had consulted young
Maximilian's taste. He had at once declared for a military
lifeand had in consequence studied hardpassed
brilliantly through the Polytechnic Schooland left it as
sub-lieutenant of the 53d of the line. For a year he had
held this rankand expected promotion on the first vacancy.
In his regiment Maximilian Morrel was noted for his rigid
observancenot only of the obligations imposed on a
soldierbut also of the duties of a man; and he thus gained
the name of "the stoic." We need hardly say that many of
those who gave him this epithet repeated it because they had
heard itand did not even know what it meant. 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. They had not mistaken the gravity
of this eventfor the moment after Morrel had entered his
private office with CoclesJulie saw the latter leave it
paletremblingand his features betraying the utmost
consternation. She would have questioned him as he passed by
herbut the worthy creature hastened down the staircase
with unusual precipitationand only raised his hands to
heaven and exclaimedOh, mademoiselle, mademoiselle, what
a dreadful misfortune! Who could ever have believed it!A
moment afterwards Julie saw him go up-stairs carrying two or
three heavy ledgersa portfolioand a bag of money.

Morrel examined the ledgersopened the portfolioand
counted the money. All his funds amounted to 6000or 8000
francshis bills receivable up to the 5th to 4000 or
5000whichmaking the best of everythinggave him 14000
francs to meet debts amounting to 287500 francs. He had not
even the means for making a possible settlement on account.
Howeverwhen Morrel went down to his dinnerhe appeared
very calm. This calmness was more alarming to the two women
than the deepest dejection would have been. After dinner
Morrel usually went out and used to take his coffee at the
Phocaean cluband read the Semaphore; this day he did not
leave the housebut returned to his office.

As to Cocleshe seemed completely bewildered. For part of
the day he went into the court-yardseated himself on a
stone with his head bare and exposed to the blazing sun.
Emmanuel tried to comfort the womenbut his eloquence
faltered. The young man was too well acquainted with the
business of the housenot to feel that a great catastrophe
hung over the Morrel family. Night camethe two women had
watchedhoping that when he left his room Morrel would come
to thembut they heard him pass before their doorand
trying to conceal the noise of his footsteps. They listened;
he went into his sleeping-roomand fastened the door
inside. Madame Morrel sent her daughter to bedand half an
hour after Julie had retiredshe rosetook off her shoes
and went stealthily along the passageto see through the
keyhole what her husband was doing. In the passage she saw a
retreating shadow; it was Juliewhouneasy herselfhad
anticipated her mother. The young lady went towards Madame

He is writing,she said. They had understood each other
without speaking. Madame Morrel looked again through the

keyholeMorrel was writing; but Madame Morrel remarked
what her daughter had not observedthat her husband was
writing on stamped paper. The terrible idea that he was
writing his will flashed across her; she shudderedand yet
had not strength to utter a word. Next day M. Morrel seemed
as calm as everwent into his office as usualcame to his
breakfast punctuallyand thenafter dinnerhe placed his
daughter beside himtook her head in his armsand held her
for a long time against his bosom. In the eveningJulie
told her motherthat although he was apparently so calm
she had noticed that her father's heart beat violently. The
next two days passed in much the same way. On the evening of
the 4th of SeptemberM. Morrel asked his daughter for the
key of his study. Julie trembled at this requestwhich
seemed to her of bad omen. Why did her father ask for this
key which she always keptand which was only taken from her
in childhood as a punishment? The young girl looked at

What have I done wrong, father,she saidthat you should
take this key from me?

Nothing, my dear,replied the unhappy manthe tears
starting to his eyes at this simple question-- "nothing
only I want it." Julie made a pretence to feel for the key.
I must have left it in my room,she said. And she went
outbut instead of going to her apartment she hastened to
consult Emmanuel. "Do not give this key to your father
said he, and to-morrow morningif possibledo not quit
him for a moment." She questioned Emmanuelbut he knew
nothingor would not say what he knew. During the night
between the 4th and 5th of SeptemberMadame Morrel remained
listening for every soundanduntil three o'clock in the
morningshe heard her husband pacing the room in great
agitation. It was three o'clock when he threw himself on the
bed. The mother and daughter passed the night together. They
had expected Maximilian since the previous evening. At eight
o'clock in the morning Morrel entered their chamber. He was
calm; but the agitation of the night was legible in his pale
and careworn visage. They did not dare to ask him how he had
slept. Morrel was kinder to his wifemore affectionate to
his daughterthan he had ever been. He could not cease
gazing at and kissing the sweet girl. Juliemindful of
Emmanuel's requestwas following her father when he quitted
the roombut he said to her quickly-- "Remain with your
motherdearest." Julie wished to accompany him. "I wish you
to do so said he.

This was the first time Morrel had ever so spoken, but he
said it in a tone of paternal kindness, and Julie did not
dare to disobey. She remained at the same spot standing mute
and motionless. An instant afterwards the door opened, she
felt two arms encircle her, and a mouth pressed her
forehead. She looked up and uttered an exclamation of joy.

Maximilianmy dearest brother!" she cried. At these words
Madame Morrel roseand threw herself into her son's arms.
Mother,said the young manlooking alternately at Madame
Morrel and her daughterwhat has occurred -- what has
happened? Your letter has frightened me, and I have come
hither with all speed.

Julie,said Madame Morrelmaking a sign to the young man
go and tell your father that Maximilian has just arrived.

The young lady rushed out of the apartmentbut on the first
step of the staircase she found a man holding a letter in
his hand.

Are you not Mademoiselle Julie Morrel?inquired the man
with a strong Italian accent.

Yes, sir,replied Julie with hesitation; "what is your
pleasure? I do not know you."

Read this letter,he saidhanding it to her. Julie
hesitated. "It concerns the best interests of your father
said the messenger.

The young girl hastily took the letter from him. She opened
it quickly and read: -

Go this moment to the Allees de Meillanenter the house
No. 15ask the porter for the key of the room on the fifth
floorenter the apartmenttake from the corner of the
mantelpiece a purse netted in red silkand give it to your
father. It is important that he should receive it before
eleven o'clock. You promised to obey me implicitly. Remember
your oath.

Sinbad the Sailor.

The young girl uttered a joyful cryraised her eyeslooked
round to question the messengerbut he had disappeared. She
cast her eyes again over the note to peruse it a second
timeand saw there was a postscript. She read: -

It is important that you should fulfil this mission in
person and alone. If you go accompanied by any other person,
or should any one else go in your place, the porter will
reply that he does not know anything about it.

This postscript decreased greatly the young girl's
happiness. Was there nothing to fear? was there not some
snare laid for her? Her innocence had kept her in ignorance
of the dangers that might assail a young girl of her age.
But there is no need to know danger in order to fear it;
indeedit may be observedthat it is usually unknown
perils that inspire the greatest terror.

Julie hesitatedand resolved to take counsel. Yetthrough
a singular impulseit was neither to her mother nor her
brother that she appliedbut to Emmanuel. She hastened down
and told him what had occurred on the day when the agent of
Thomson & French had come to her father'srelated the scene
on the staircaserepeated the promise she had madeand
showed him the letter. "You must gothenmademoiselle
said Emmanuel.

Go there?" murmured Julie.

Yes; I will accompany you.

But did you not read that I must be alone?said Julie.

And you shall be alone,replied the young man. "I will
await you at the corner of the Rue de Museeand if you are
so long absent as to make me uneasyI will hasten to rejoin
youand woe to him of whom you shall have cause to complain

to me!"

Then, Emmanuel?said the young girl with hesitationit
is your opinion that I should obey this invitation?

Yes. Did not the messenger say your father's safety
depended upon it?

But what danger threatens him, then, Emmanuel?she asked.

Emmanuel hesitated a momentbut his desire to make Julie
decide immediately made him reply.

Listen,he said; "to-day is the 5th of Septemberis it


To-day, then, at eleven o'clock, your father has nearly
three hundred thousand francs to pay?

Yes, we know that.

Well, then,continued Emmanuelwe have not fifteen
thousand francs in the house.

What will happen then?

Why, if to-day before eleven o'clock your father has not
found someone who will come to his aid, he will be compelled
at twelve o'clock to declare himself a bankrupt.

Oh, come, then, come!cried shehastening away with the
young man. During this timeMadame Morrel had told her son
everything. The young man knew quite well thatafter the
succession of misfortunes which had befallen his father
great changes had taken place in the style of living and
housekeeping; but he did not know that matters had reached
such a point. He was thunderstruck. Thenrushing hastily
out of the apartmenthe ran up-stairsexpecting to find
his father in his studybut he rapped there in vain.

While he was yet at the door of the study he heard the
bedroom door openturnedand saw his father. Instead of
going direct to his studyM. Morrel had returned to his
bed-chamberwhich he was only this moment quitting. Morrel
uttered a cry of surprise at the sight of his sonof whose
arrival he was ignorant. He remained motionless on the spot
pressing with his left hand something he had concealed under
his coat. Maximilian sprang down the staircaseand threw
his arms round his father's neck; but suddenly he recoiled
and placed his right hand on Morrel's breast. "Father he
exclaimed, turning pale as death, what are you going to do
with that brace of pistols under your coat?"

Oh, this is what I feared!said Morrel.

Father, father, in heaven's name,exclaimed the young man
what are these weapons for?

Maximilian,replied Morrellooking fixedly at his son
you are a man, and a man of honor. Come, and I will explain
to you.

And with a firm step Morrel went up to his studywhile
Maximilian followed himtrembling as he went. Morrel opened
the doorand closed it behind his son; thencrossing the
anteroomwent to his desk on which he placed the pistols
and pointed with his finger to an open ledger. In this
ledger was made out an exact balance-sheet of his affair's.
Morrel had to paywithin half an hour287500 francs. All
he possessed was 15257 francs. "Read!" said Morrel.

The young man was overwhelmed as he read. 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
possiblefatherto meet this disastrous result?" asked the
young manafter a moment's pause. "I have replied Morrel.

You have no money coming in on which you can rely?"


You have exhausted every resource?


And in half an hour,said Maximilian in a gloomy voice
our name is dishonored!

Blood washes out dishonor,said Morrel.

You are right, father; I understand you.Then extending
his hand towards one of the pistolshe saidThere is one
for you and one for me -- thanks!Morrel caught his hand.
Your mother -- your sister! Who will support them?A
shudder ran through the young man's frame. "Father he
said, do you reflect that you are bidding me to live?"

Yes, I do so bid you,answered Morrelit is your duty.
You have a calm, strong mind, Maximilian. Maximilian, you
are no ordinary man. I make no requests or commands; I only
ask you to examine my position as if it were your own, and
then judge for yourself.

The young man reflected for a momentthen an expression of
sublime resignation appeared in his eyesand with a slow
and sad gesture he took off his two epauletsthe insignia
of his rank. "Be it sothenmy father he said, extending
his hand to Morrel, die in peacemy father; I will live."
Morrel was about to cast himself on his knees before his
sonbut Maximilian caught him in his armsand those two
noble hearts were pressed against each other for a moment.
You know it is not my fault,said Morrel. Maximilian
smiled. "I knowfatheryou are the most honorable man I
have ever known."

Good, my son. And now there is no more to be said; go and
rejoin your mother and sister.

My father,said the young manbending his kneebless
me!Morrel took the head of his son between his two hands
drew him forwardand kissing his forehead several times
saidOh, yes, yes, I bless you in my own name, and in the
name of three generations of irreproachable men, who say
through me, `The edifice which misfortune has destroyed,
providence may build up again.' On seeing me die such a
death, the most inexorable will have pity on you. To you,

perhaps, they will accord the time they have refused to me.
Then do your best to keep our name free from dishonor. Go to
work, labor, young man, struggle ardently and courageously;
live, yourself, your mother and sister, with the most rigid
economy, so that from day to day the property of those whom
I leave in your hands may augment and fructify. Reflect how
glorious a day it will be, how grand, how solemn, that day
of complete restoration, on which you will say in this very
office, `My father died because he could not do what I have
this day done; but he died calmly and peaceably, because in
dying he knew what I should do.'

My father, my father!cried the young manwhy should you
not live?

If I live, all would be changed; if I live, interest would
be converted into doubt, pity into hostility; if I live I am
only a man who his broken his word, failed in his
engagements -- in fact, only a bankrupt. If, on the
contrary, I die, remember, Maximilian, my corpse is that of
an honest but unfortunate man. Living, my best friends would
avoid my house; dead, all Marseilles will follow me in tears
to my last home. Living, you would feel shame at my name;
dead, you may raise your head and say, `I am the son of him
you killed, because, for the first time, he has been
compelled to break his word.'

The young man uttered a groanbut appeared resigned.

And now,said Morrelleave me alone, and endeavor to
keep your mother and sister away.

Will you not see my sister once more?asked Maximilian. A
last but final hope was concealed by the young man in the
effect of this interviewand therefore he had suggested it.
Morrel shook his head. "I saw her this morningand bade her

Have you no particular commands to leave with me, my
father?inquired Maximilian in a faltering voice.

Yes; my son, and a sacred command.

Say it, my father.

The house of Thomson & French is the only one who, from
humanity, or, it may be, selfishness -- it is not for me to
read men's hearts -- has had any pity for me. Its agent, who
will in ten minutes present himself to receive the amount of
a bill of 287,500 francs, I will not say granted, but
offered me three months. Let this house be the first repaid,
my son, and respect this man.

Father, I will,said Maximilian.

And now, once more, adieu,said Morrel. "Goleave me; I
would be alone. You will find my will in the secretary in my

The young man remained standing and motionlesshaving but
the force of will and not the power of execution.

Hear me, Maximilian,said his father. "Suppose I was a
soldier like youand ordered to carry a certain redoubt

and you knew I must be killed in the assaultwould you not
say to meas you said just now`Gofather; for you are
dishonored by delayand death is preferable to shame!'"

Yes, yes,said the young manyes;and once again
embracing his father with convulsive pressurehe saidBe
it so, my father.

And he rushed out of the study. When his son had left him
Morrel remained an instant standing with his eyes fixed on
the door; then putting forth his armhe pulled the bell.
After a moment's intervalCocles appeared.

It was no longer the same man -- the fearful revelations of
the three last days had crushed him. This thought -- the
house of Morrel is about to stop payment -- bent him to the
earth more than twenty years would otherwise have done.

My worthy Cocles,said Morrel in a tone impossible to
describedo you remain in the ante-chamber. When the
gentleman who came three months ago -- the agent of Thomson
& French -- arrives, announce his arrival to me.Cocles
made no reply; he made a sign with his headwent into the
anteroomand seated himself. Morrel fell back in his chair
his eyes fixed on the clock; there were seven minutes left
that was all. The hand moved on with incredible rapidityhe
seemed to see its motion.

What passed in the mind of this man at the supreme moment of
his agony cannot be told in words. He was still
comparatively younghe was surrounded by the loving care of
a devoted familybut he had convinced himself by a course
of reasoningillogical perhapsyet certainly plausible
that he must separate himself from all he held dear in the
worldeven life itself. To form the slightest idea of his
feelingsone must have seen his face with its expression of
enforced resignation and its tear-moistened eyes raised to
heaven. The minute hand moved on. The pistols were loaded;
he stretched forth his handtook one upand murmured his
daughter's name. Then he laid it down seized his penand
wrote a few words. It seemed to him as if he had not taken a
sufficient farewell of his beloved daughter. Then he turned
again to the clockcounting time now not by minutesbut by
seconds. He took up the deadly weapon againhis lips parted
and his eyes fixed on the clockand then shuddered at the
click of the trigger as he cocked the pistol. At this moment
of mortal anguish the cold sweat came forth upon his browa
pang stronger than death clutched at his heart-strings. He
heard the door of the staircase creak on its hinges -- the
clock gave its warning to strike eleven -- the door of his
study opened; Morrel did not turn round -- he expected these
words of CoclesThe agent of Thomson & French.

He placed the muzzle of the pistol between his teeth.
Suddenly he heard a cry -- it was his daughter's voice. He
turned and saw Julie. The pistol fell from his hands. "My
father!" cried the young girlout of breathand half dead
with joy -- "savedyou are saved!" And she threw herself
into his armsholding in her extended hand a rednetted
silk purse.

Saved, my child!said Morrel; "what do you mean?"

Yes, saved -- saved! See, see!said the young girl.

Morrel took the purseand started as he did sofor a vague
remembrance reminded him that it once belonged to himself.
At one end was the receipted bill for the 287000 francs
and at the other was a diamond as large as a hazel-nutwith
these words on a small slip of parchment: -- Julie's Dowry.

Morrel passed his hand over his brow; it seemed to him a
dream. At this moment the clock struck eleven. He felt as if
each stroke of the hammer fell upon his heart. "Explainmy
child he said, Explainmy child he said, explain -where
did you find this purse?"

In a house in the Allees de Meillan, No. 15, on the corner
of a mantelpiece in a small room on the fifth floor.

But,cried Morrelthis purse is not yours!Julie handed
to her father the letter she had received in the morning.

And did you go alone?asked Morrelafter he had read it.

Emmanuel accompanied me, father. He was to have waited for
me at the corner of the Rue de Musee, but, strange to say,
he was not there when I returned.

Monsieur Morrel!exclaimed a voice on the stairs. -"
Monsieur Morrel!"

It is his voice!said Julie. At this moment Emmanuel
enteredhis countenance full of animation and joy. "The
Pharaon!" he cried; "the Pharaon!"

What -- what -- the Pharaon! Are you mad, Emmanuel? You
know the vessel is lost.

The Pharaon, sir -- they signal the Pharaon! The Pharaon is
entering the harbor!Morrel fell back in his chairhis
strength was failing him; his understanding weakened by such
eventsrefused to comprehend such incredibleunheard-of
fabulous facts. But his son came in. "Father cried
Maximilian, how could you say the Pharaon was lost? The
lookout has signalled herand they say she is now coming
into port."

My dear friends,said Morrelif this be so, it must be a
miracle of heaven! Impossible, impossible!

But what was real and not less incredible was the purse he
held in his handthe acceptance receipted -- the splendid

Ah, sir,exclaimed Cocleswhat can it mean? -- the

Come, dear ones,said Morrelrising from his seatlet
us go and see, and heaven have pity upon us if it be false
intelligence!They all went outand on the stairs met
Madame Morrelwho had been afraid to go up into the study.
In a moment they were at the Cannebiere. There was a crowd
on the pier. All the crowd gave way before Morrel. "The
Pharaonthe Pharaon!" said every voice.

Andwonderful to seein front of the tower of Saint-Jean
was a ship bearing on her stern these wordsprinted in

white lettersThe Pharaon, Morrel & Son, of Marseilles.
She was the exact duplicate of the other Pharaonand
loadedas that had beenwith cochineal and indigo. She
cast anchorclued up sailsand on the deck was Captain
Gaumard giving ordersand good old Penelon making signals
to M. Morrel. To doubt any longer was impossible; there was
the evidence of the sensesand ten thousand persons who
came to corroborate the testimony. As Morrel and his son
embraced on the pier-headin the presence and amid the
applause of the whole city witnessing this eventa man
with his face half-covered by a black beardand who
concealed behind the sentry-boxwatched the scene with
delightuttered these words in a low tone: "Be happynoble
heartbe blessed for all the good thou hast done and wilt
do hereafterand let my gratitude remain in obscurity like
your good deeds."

And with a smile expressive of supreme contenthe left his
hiding-placeand without being observeddescended one of
the flights of steps provided for debarkationand hailing
three timesshouted "JacopoJacopoJacopo!" Then a launch
came to shoretook him on boardand conveyed him to a
yacht splendidly fitted upon whose deck he sprung with the
activity of a sailor; thence he once again looked towards
Morrelwhoweeping with joywas shaking hands most
cordially with all the crowd around himand thanking with a
look the unknown benefactor whom he seemed to be seeking in
the skies. "And now said the unknown, farewell kindness
humanityand gratitude! Farewell to all the feelings that
expand the heart! I have been heaven's substitute to
recompense the good -- now the god of vengeance yields to me
his power to punish the wicked!" At these words he gave a
signalandas if only awaiting this signalthe yacht
instantly put out to sea.

Chapter 31
Italy: Sinbad the Sailor.

Towards the beginning of the year 1838two young men
belonging to the first society of Paristhe Vicomte Albert
de Morcerf and the Baron Franz d'Epinaywere at Florence.
They had agreed to see the Carnival at Rome that yearand
that Franzwho for the last three or four years had
inhabited Italyshould act as cicerone to Albert. As it is
no inconsiderable affair to spend the Carnival at Rome
especially when you have no great desire to sleep on the
Piazza del Popoloor the Campo Vaccinothey wrote to
Signor Pastrinithe proprietor of the Hotel de Londres
Piazza di Spagnato reserve comfortable apartments for
them. Signor Pastrini replied that he had only two rooms and
a parlor on the third floorwhich he offered at the low
charge of a louis per diem. They accepted his offer; but
wishing to make the best use of the time that was left
Albert started for Naples. As for Franzhe remained at
Florenceand after having passed a few days in exploring
the paradise of the Cascineand spending two or three
evenings at the houses of the Florentine nobilityhe took a
fancy into his head (having already visited Corsicathe
cradle of Bonaparte) to visit Elbathe waiting-place of

One evening he cast off the painter of a sailboat from the

iron ring that secured it to the dock at Leghornwrapped
himself in his coat and lay downand said to the crew-"
To the Island of Elba!" The boat shot out of the harbor
like a bird and the next morning Franz disembarked at
Porto-Ferrajo. He traversed the islandafter having
followed the traces which the footsteps of the giant have
leftand re-embarked for Marciana. Two hours after he again
landed at Pianosawhere he was assured that red partridges
abounded. The sport was bad; Franz only succeeded in killing
a few partridgesandlike every unsuccessful sportsmanhe
returned to the boat very much out of temper. "Ahif your
excellency chose said the captain, you might have capital


Do you see that island?continued the captainpointing to
a conical pile rising from the indigo sea.

Well, what is this island?

The Island of Monte Cristo.

But I have no permission to shoot over this island.

Your excellency does not require a permit, for the island
is uninhabited.

Ah, indeed!said the young man. "A desert island in the
midst of the Mediterranean must be a curiosity."

It is very natural; this island is a mass of rocks, and
does not contain an acre of land capable of cultivation.

To whom does this island belong?

To Tuscany.

What game shall I find there!

Thousands of wild goats.

Who live upon the stones, I suppose,said Franz with an
incredulous smile.

No, but by browsing the shrubs and trees that grow out of
the crevices of the rocks.

Where can I sleep?

On shore in the grottos, or on board in your cloak;
besides, if your excellency pleases, we can leave as soon as
you like -- we can sail as well by night as by day, and if
the wind drops we can use our oars.

As Franz had sufficient timeand his apartments at Rome
were not yet availablehe accepted the proposition. Upon
his answer in the affirmativethe sailors exchanged a few
words together in a low tone. "Well asked he, what now?
Is there any difficulty in the way?"

No.replied the captainbut we must warn your excellency
that the island is an infected port.

What do you mean?

Monte Cristo although uninhabited, yet serves occasionally
as a refuge for the smugglers and pirates who come from
Corsica, Sardinia, and Africa, and if it becomes known that
we have been there, we shall have to perform quarantine for
six days on our return to Leghorn.

The deuce! That puts a different face on the matter. Six
days! Why, that's as long as the Almighty took to make the
world! Too long a wait -- too long.

But who will say your excellency has been to Monte Cristo?

Oh, I shall not,cried Franz.

Nor I, nor I,chorused the sailors.

Then steer for Monte Cristo.

The captain gave his ordersthe helm was put upand the
boat was soon sailing in the direction of the island. Franz
waited until all was in orderand when the sail was filled
and the four sailors had taken their places -- three
forwardand one at the helm -- he resumed the conversation.
Gaetano,said he to the captainyou tell me Monte Cristo
serves as a refuge for pirates, who are, it seems to me, a
very different kind of game from the goats.

Yes, your excellency, and it is true.

I knew there were smugglers, but I thought that since the
capture of Algiers, and the destruction of the regency,
pirates existed only in the romances of Cooper and Captain

Your excellency is mistaken; there are pirates, like the
bandits who were believed to have been exterminated by Pope
Leo XII., and who yet, every day, rob travellers at the
gates of Rome. Has not your excellency heard that the French
charge d'affaires was robbed six months ago within five
hundred paces of Velletri?

Oh, yes, I heard that.

Well, then, if, like us, your excellency lived at Leghorn,
you would hear, from time to time, that a little merchant
vessel, or an English yacht that was expected at Bastia, at
Porto-Ferrajo, or at Civita Vecchia, has not arrived; no one
knows what has become of it, but, doubtless, it has struck
on a rock and foundered. Now this rock it has met has been a
long and narrow boat, manned by six or eight men, who have
surprised and plundered it, some dark and stormy night, near
some desert and gloomy island, as bandits plunder a carriage
in the recesses of a forest.

But,asked Franzwho lay wrapped in his cloak at the
bottom of the boatwhy do not those who have been
plundered complain to the French, Sardinian, or Tuscan

Why?said Gaetano with a smile.

Yes, why?

Because, in the first place, they transfer from the vessel
to their own boat whatever they think worth taking, then
they bind the crew hand and foot, they attach to every one's
neck a four and twenty pound ball, a large hole is chopped
in the vessel's bottom, and then they leave her. At the end
of ten minutes the vessel begins to roll heavily and settle
down. First one gun'l goes under, then the other. Then they
lift and sink again, and both go under at once. All at once
there's a noise like a cannon -- that's the air blowing up
the deck. Soon the water rushes out of the scupper-holes
like a whale spouting, the vessel gives a last groan, spins
round and round, and disappears, forming a vast whirlpool in
the ocean, and then all is over, so that in five minutes
nothing but the eye of God can see the vessel where she lies
at the bottom of the sea. Do you understand now,said the
captainwhy no complaints are made to the government, and
why the vessel never reaches port?

It is probable that if Gaetano had related this previous to
proposing the expeditionFranz would have hesitatedbut
now that they had startedhe thought it would be cowardly
to draw back. He was one of those men who do not rashly
court dangerbut if danger presents itselfcombat it with
the most unalterable coolness. Calm and resolutehe treated
any peril as he would an adversary in a duel-- calculated
its probable method of approach; retreatedif at allas a
point of strategy and not from cowardice; was quick to see
an opening for attackand won victory at a single thrust.
Bah!said heI have travelled through Sicily and
Calabria -- I have sailed two months in the Archipelago, and
yet I never saw even the shadow of a bandit or a pirate.

I did not tell your excellency this to deter you from your
project,replied Gaetanobut you questioned me, and I
have answered; that's all.

Yes, and your conversation is most interesting; and as I
wish to enjoy it as long as possible, steer for Monte

The wind blew stronglythe boat made six or seven knots an
hourand they were rapidly reaching the end of their
voyage. As they drew near the island seemed to lift from the
seaand the air was so clear that they could already
distinguish the rocks heaped on one anotherlike cannon
balls in an arsenalwith green bushes and trees growing in
the crevices. As for the sailorsalthough they appeared
perfectly tranquil yet it was evident that they were on the
alertand that they carefully watched the glassy surface
over which they were sailingand on which a few
fishing-boatswith their white sailswere alone visible.
They were within fifteen miles of Monte Cristo when the sun
began to set behind Corsicawhose mountains appeared
against the skyshowing their rugged peaks in bold relief;
this mass of rocklike the giant Adamastorrose dead
aheada formidable barrierand intercepting the light that
gilded its massive peaks so that the voyagers were in
shadow. Little by little the shadow rose higher and seemed
to drive before it the last rays of the expiring day; at
last the reflection rested on the summit of the mountain
where it paused an instantlike the fiery crest of a
volcanothen gloom gradually covered the summit as it had
covered the baseand the island now only appeared to be a

gray mountain that grew continually darker; half an hour
afterthe night was quite dark.

Fortunatelythe mariners were used to these latitudesand
knew every rock in the Tuscan Archipelago; for in the midst
of this obscurity Franz was not without uneasiness -Corsica
had long since disappearedand Monte Cristo itself
was invisible; but the sailors seemedlike the lynxto see
in the darkand the pilot who steered did not evince the
slightest hesitation. An hour had passed since the sun had
setwhen Franz fancied he sawat a quarter of a mile to
the lefta dark massbut he could not precisely make out
what it wasand fearing to excite the mirth of the sailors
by mistaking a floating cloud for landhe remained silent;
suddenly a great light appeared on the strand; land might
resemble a cloudbut the fire was not a meteor. "What is
this light?" asked he.

Hush!said the captain; "it is a fire."

But you told me the island was uninhabited?

l said there were no fixed habitations on it, but I said
also that it served sometimes as a harbor for smugglers.

And for pirates?

And for pirates,returned Gaetanorepeating Franz's
words. "It is for that reason I have given orders to pass
the islandforas you seethe fire is behind us."

But this fire?continued Franz. "It seems to me rather
reassuring than otherwise; men who did not wish to be seen
would not light a fire."

Oh, that goes for nothing,said Gaetano. "If you can guess
the position of the island in the darknessyou will see
that the fire cannot be seen from the side or from Pianosa
but only from the sea."

You think, then, this fire indicates the presence of
unpleasant neighbors?

That is what we must find out,returned Gaetanofixing
his eyes on this terrestrial star.

How can you find out?

You shall see.Gaetano consulted with his companionsand
after five minutes' discussion a manoeuvre was executed
which caused the vessel to tack aboutthey returned the way
they had comeand in a few minutes the fire disappeared
hidden by an elevation of the land. The pilot again changed
the course of the boatwhich rapidly approached the island
and was soon within fifty paces of it. Gaetano lowered the
sailand the boat came to rest. All this was done in
silenceand from the moment that their course was changed
not a word was spoken.

Gaetanowho had proposed the expeditionhad taken all the
responsibility on himself; the four sailors fixed their eyes
on himwhile they got out their oars and held themselves in
readiness to row awaywhichthanks to the darknesswould
not be difficult. As for Franzhe examined his arms with

the utmost coolness; he had two double-barrelled guns and a
rifle; he loaded themlooked at the primingand waited
quietly. During this time the captain had thrown off his
vest and shirtand secured his trousers round his waist;
his feet were nakedso he had no shoes and stockings to
take off; after these preparations he placed his finger on
his lipsand lowering himself noiselessly into the sea
swam towards the shore with such precaution that it was
impossible to hear the slightest sound; he could only be
traced by the phosphorescent line in his wake. This track
soon disappeared; it was evident that he had touched the
shore. Every one on board remained motionless for half an
hourwhen the same luminous track was again observedand
the swimmer was soon on board. "Well?" exclaimed Franz and
the sailors in unison.

They are Spanish smugglers,said he; "they have with them
two Corsican bandits."

And what are these Corsican bandits doing here with Spanish

Alas,returned the captain with an accent of the most
profound pitywe ought always to help one another. Very
often the bandits are hard pressed by gendarmes or
carbineers; well, they see a vessel, and good fellows like
us on board, they come and demand hospitality of us; you
can't refuse help to a poor hunted devil; we receive them,
and for greater security we stand out to sea. This costs us
nothing, and saves the life, or at least the liberty, of a
fellow-creature, who on the first occasion returns the
service by pointing out some safe spot where we can land our
goods without interruption.

Ah!said Franzthen you are a smuggler occasionally,

Your excellency, we must live somehow,returned the other
smiling impenetrably.

Then you know the men who are now on Monte Cristo?

Oh, yes, we sailors are like freemasons, and recognize each
other by signs.

And do you think we have nothing to fear if we land?

Nothing at all; smugglers are not thieves.

But these two Corsican bandits?said Franzcalculating
the chances of peril.

It is not their fault that they are bandits, but that of
the authorities.

How so?

Because they are pursued for having made a stiff, as if it
was not in a Corsican's nature to revenge himself.

What do you mean by having made a stiff? -- having
assassinated a man?said Franzcontinuing his

I mean that they have killed an enemy, which is a very
different thing,returned the captain.

Well,said the young manlet us demand hospitality of
these smugglers and bandits. Do you think they will grant

Without doubt.

How many are they?

Four, and the two bandits make six.

Just our number, so that if they prove troublesome, we
shall be able to hold them in check; so, for the last time,
steer to Monte Cristo.

Yes, but your excellency will permit us to take all due

By all means, be as wise as Nestor and as prudent as
Ulysses; I do more than permit, I exhort you.

Silence, then!said Gaetano.

Every one obeyed. For a man wholike Franzviewed his
position in its true lightit was a grave one. He was alone
in the darkness with sailors whom he did not knowand who
had no reason to be devoted to him; who knew that he had
several thousand francs in his beltand who had often
examined his weapons-- which were very beautiful-- if
not with envyat least with curiosity. On the other hand
he was about to landwithout any other escort than these
menon an island which hadindeeda very religious name
but which did not seem to Franz likely to afford him much
hospitalitythanks to the smugglers and bandits. The
history of the scuttled vesselswhich had appeared
improbable during the dayseemed very probable at night;
placed as he was between two possible sources of dangerhe
kept his eye on the crewand his gun in his hand. The
sailors had again hoisted sailand the vessel was once more
cleaving the waves. Through the darkness Franzwhose eyes
were now more accustomed to itcould see the looming shore
along which the boat was sailingand thenas they rounded
a rocky pointhe saw the fire more brilliant than everand
about it five or six persons seated. The blaze illumined the
sea for a hundred paces around. Gaetano skirted the light
carefully keeping the boat in the shadow; thenwhen they
were opposite the firehe steered to the centre of the
circlesinging a fishing songof which his companions sung
the chorus. At the first words of the song the men seated
round the fire arose and approached the landing-placetheir
eyes fixed on the boatevidently seeking to know who the
new-comers were and what were their intentions. They soon
appeared satisfied and returned (with the exception of one
who remained at the shore) to their fireat which the
carcass of a goat was roasting. When the boat was within
twenty paces of the shorethe man on the beachwho carried
a carbinepresented arms after the manner of a sentinel
and criedWho comes there?in Sardinian. Franz coolly
cocked both barrels. Gaetano then exchanged a few words with
this man which the traveller did not understandbut which
evidently concerned him. "Will your excellency give your
nameor remain incognito?" asked the captain.

My name must rest unknown, -- merely say I am a Frenchman
travelling for pleasure.As soon as Gaetano had transmitted
this answerthe sentinel gave an order to one of the men
seated round the firewho rose and disappeared among the
rocks. Not a word was spokenevery one seemed occupied
Franz with his disembarkmentthe sailors with their sails
the smugglers with their goat; but in the midst of all this
carelessness it was evident that they mutually observed each
other. The man who had disappeared returned suddenly on the
opposite side to that by which he had left; he made a sign
with his head to the sentinelwhoturning to the boat
saidS'accommodi.The Italian s'accommodi is
untranslatable; it means at onceCome, enter, you are
welcome; make yourself at home; you are the master.It is
like that Turkish phrase of Moliere's that so astonished the
bourgeois gentleman by the number of things implied in its
utterance. The sailors did not wait for a second invitation;
four strokes of the oar brought them to land; Gaetano sprang
to shoreexchanged a few words with the sentinelthen his
comrades disembarkedand lastly came Franz. One of his guns
was swung over his shoulderGaetano had the otherand a
sailor held his rifle; his dresshalf artisthalf dandy
did not excite any suspicionandconsequentlyno
disquietude. The boat was moored to the shoreand they
advanced a few paces to find a comfortable bivouac; but
doubtlessthe spot they chose did not suit the smuggler who
filled the post of sentinelfor he cried outNot that
way, if you please.

Gaetano faltered an excuseand advanced to the opposite
sidewhile two sailors kindled torches at the fire to light
them on their way. They advanced about thirty pacesand
then stopped at a small esplanade surrounded with rocksin
which seats had been cutnot unlike sentry-boxes. Around in
the crevices of the rocks grew a few dwarf oaks and thick
bushes of myrtles. Franz lowered a torchand saw by the
mass of cinders that had accumulated that he was not the
first to discover this retreatwhich wasdoubtlessone of
the halting-places of the wandering visitors of Monte
Cristo. As for his suspicionsonce on terra firmaonce
that he had seen the indifferentif not friendly
appearance of his hostshis anxiety had quite disappeared
or ratherat sight of the goathad turned to appetite. He
mentioned this to Gaetanowho replied that nothing could be
more easy than to prepare a supper when they had in their
boatbreadwinehalf a dozen partridgesand a good fire
to roast them by. "Besides added he, if the smell of
their roast meat tempts youI will go and offer them two of
our birds for a slice."

You are a born diplomat,returned Franz; "go and try."

Meanwhile the sailors had collected dried sticks and
branches with which they made a fire. Franz waited
impatientlyinhaling the aroma of the roasted meatwhen
the captain returned with a mysterious air.

Well,said Franzanything new? -- do they refuse?

On the contrary,returned Gaetanothe chief, who was
told you were a young Frenchman, invites you to sup with

Well,observed Franzthis chief is very polite, and I
see no objection -- the more so as I bring my share of the

Oh, it is not that; he has plenty, and to spare, for
supper; but he makes one condition, and rather a peculiar
one, before he will receive you at his house.

His house? Has he built one here, then?

No; but he has a very comfortable one all the same, so they

You know this chief, then?

I have heard talk of him.

Favorably or otherwise?


The deuce! -- and what is this condition?

That you are blindfolded, and do not take off the bandage
until he himself bids you.Franz looked at Gaetanoto see
if possiblewhat he thought of this proposal. "Ah replied
he, guessing Franz's thought, I know this is a serious

What should you do in my place?

I, who have nothing to lose, -- I should go.

You would accept?

Yes, were it only out of curiosity.

There is something very peculiar about this chief, then?

Listen,said Gaetanolowering his voiceI do not know
if what they say is true-- he stopped to see if any one
was near.

What do they say?

That this chief inhabits a cavern to which the Pitti Palace
is nothing.

What nonsense!said Franzreseating himself.

It is no nonsense; it is quite true. Cama, the pilot of the
Saint Ferdinand, went in once, and he came back amazed,
vowing that such treasures were only to be heard of in fairy

Do you know,observed Franzthat with such stories you
make me think of Ali Baba's enchanted cavern?

I tell you what I have been told.

Then you advise me to accept?

Oh, I don't say that; your excellency will do as you
please; I should be sorry to advise you in the matter.

Franz pondered the matter for a few momentsconcluded that
a man so rich could not have any intention of plundering him
of what little he hadand seeing only the prospect of a
good supperaccepted. Gaetano departed with the reply.
Franz was prudentand wished to learn all he possibly could
concerning his host. He turned towards the sailorwho
during this dialoguehad sat gravely plucking the
partridges with the air of a man proud of his officeand
asked him how these men had landedas no vessel of any kind
was visible.

Never mind that,returned the sailorI know their

Is it a very beautiful vessel?

I would not wish for a better to sail round the world.

Of what burden is she?

About a hundred tons; but she is built to stand any
weather. She is what the English call a yacht.

Where was she built?

I know not; but my own opinion is she is a Genoese.

And how did a leader of smugglers,continued Franz
venture to build a vessel designed for such a purpose at

I did not say that the owner was a smuggler,replied the

No; but Gaetano did, I thought.

Gaetano had only seen the vessel from a distance, he had
not then spoken to any one.

And if this person be not a smuggler, who is he?

A wealthy signor, who travels for his pleasure.

Come,thought Franzhe is still more mysterious, since
the two accounts do not agree.

What is his name?

If you ask him he says Sinbad the Sailor; but I doubt if it
be his real name.

Sinbad the Sailor?


And where does he reside?

On the sea.

What country does he come from?

I do not know.

Have you ever seen him?


What sort of a man is he?

Your excellency will judge for yourself.

Where will he receive me?

No doubt in the subterranean palace Gaetano told you of.

Have you never had the curiosity, when you have landed and
found this island deserted, to seek for this enchanted

Oh, yes, more than once, but always in vain; we examined
the grotto all over, but we never could find the slightest
trace of any opening; they say that the door is not opened
by a key, but a magic word.

Decidedly,muttered Franzthis is an Arabian Nights'

His excellency waits for you,said a voicewhich he
recognized as that of the sentinel. He was accompanied by
two of the yacht's crew. Franz drew his handkerchief from
his pocketand presented it to the man who had spoken to
him. Without uttering a wordthey bandaged his eyes with a
care that showed their apprehensions of his committing some
indiscretion. Afterwards he was made to promise that he
would not make the least attempt to raise the bandage. He
promised. Then his two guides took his armsand he went on
guided by themand preceded by the sentinel. After going
about thirty paceshe smelt the appetizing odor of the kid
that was roastingand knew thus that he was passing the
bivouac; they then led him on about fifty paces farther
evidently advancing towards that part of the shore where
they would not allow Gaetano to go -- a refusal he could now
comprehend. Presentlyby a change in the atmospherehe
knew that they were entering a cave; after going on for a
few seconds more he heard a cracklingand it seemed to him
as though the atmosphere again changedand became balmy and
perfumed. At length his feet touched on a thick and soft
carpetand his guides let go their hold of him. There was a
moment's silenceand then a voicein excellent French
althoughwith a foreign accentsaidWelcome, sir. I beg
you will remove your bandage.It may be supposedthen
Franz did not wait for a repetition of this permissionbut
took off the handkerchiefand found himself in the presence
of a man from thirty-eight to forty years of agedressed in
a Tunisian costume -- that is to saya red cap with a long
blue silk tassela vest of black cloth embroidered with
goldpantaloons of deep redlarge and full gaiters of the
same colorembroidered with gold like the vestand yellow
slippers; he had a splendid cashmere round his waistand a
small sharp and crooked cangiar was passed through his
girdle. Although of a paleness that was almost lividthis
man had a remarkably handsome face; his eyes were
penetrating and sparkling; his nosequite straightand
projecting direct from the browwas of the pure Greek type
while his teethas white as pearlswere set off to
admiration by the black mustache that encircled them.

His pallor was so peculiarthat it seemed to pertain to one

who had been long entombedand who was incapable of
resuming the healthy glow and hue of life. He was not
particularly tallbut extremely well madeandlike the
men of the southhad small hands and feet. But what
astonished Franzwho had treated Gaetano's description as a
fablewas the splendor of the apartment in which he found
himself. The entire chamber was lined with crimson brocade
worked with flowers of gold. In a recess was a kind of
divansurmounted with a stand of Arabian swords in silver
scabbardsand the handles resplendent with gems; from the
ceiling hung a lamp of Venetian glassof beautiful shape
and colorwhile the feet rested on a Turkey carpetin
which they sunk to the instep; tapestry hung before the door
by which Franz had enteredand also in front of another
doorleading into a second apartment which seemed to be
brilliantly illuminated. The host gave Franz time to recover
from his surpriseandmoreoverreturned look for look
not even taking his eyes off him. "Sir he said, after a
pause, a thousand excuses for the precaution taken in your
introduction hither; but asduring the greater portion of
the yearthis island is desertedif the secret of this
abode were discovered. I should doubtlessfind on my return
my temporary retirement in a state of great disorderwhich
would be exceedingly annoyingnot for the loss it
occasioned mebut because I should not have the certainty I
now possess of separating myself from all the rest of
mankind at pleasure. Let me now endeavor to make you forget
this temporary unpleasantnessand offer you what no doubt
you did not expect to find here -- that is to saya
tolerable supper and pretty comfortable beds."

Ma foi, my dear sir,replied Franzmake no apologies. I
have always observed that they bandage people's eyes who
penetrate enchanted palaces, for instance, those of Raoul in
the `Huguenots,' and really I have nothing to complain of,
for what I see makes me think of the wonders of the `Arabian

Alas, I may say with Lucullus, if I could have anticipated
the honor of your visit, I would have prepared for it. But
such as is my hermitage, it is at your disposal; such as is
my supper, it is yours to share, if you will. Ali, is the
supper ready?At this moment the tapestry moved asideand
a Nubianblack as ebonyand dressed in a plain white
tunicmade a sign to his master that all was prepared in
the dining-room. "Now said the unknown to Franz, I do not
know if you are of my opinionbut I think nothing is more
annoying than to remain two or three hours together without
knowing by name or appellation how to address one another.
Pray observethat I too much respect the laws of
hospitality to ask your name or title. I only request you to
give me one by which I may have the pleasure of addressing
you. As for myselfthat I may put you at your easeI tell
you that I am generally called `Sinbad the Sailor.'"

And I,replied Franzwill tell you, as I only require
his wonderful lamp to make me precisely like Aladdin, that I
see no reason why at this moment I should not be called
Aladdin. That will keep us from going away from the East
whither I am tempted to think I have been conveyed by some
good genius.

Well, then, Signor Aladdin,replied the singular
amphitryonyou heard our repast announced, will you now

take the trouble to enter the dining-room, your humble
servant going first to show the way?At these wordsmoving
aside the tapestrySinbad preceded his guest. Franz now
looked upon another scene of enchantment; the table was
splendidly coveredand once convinced of this important
point he cast his eyes around him. The dining-room was
scarcely less striking than the room he had just left; it
was entirely of marblewith antique bas-reliefs of
priceless value; and at the four corners of this apartment
which was oblongwere four magnificent statueshaving
baskets in their hands. These baskets contained four
pyramids of most splendid fruit; there were Sicily
pine-applespomegranates from Malagaoranges from the
Balearic Islespeaches from Franceand dates from Tunis.
The supper consisted of a roast pheasant garnished with
Corsican blackbirds; a boar's ham with jellya quarter of a
kid with tartar saucea glorious turbotand a gigantic
lobster. Between these large dishes were smaller ones
containing various dainties. The dishes were of silverand
the plates of Japanese china.

Franz rubbed his eyes in order to assure himself that this
was not a dream. Ali alone was present to wait at tableand
acquitted himself so admirablythat the guest complimented
his host thereupon. "Yes replied he, while he did the
honors of the supper with much ease and grace -- yeshe is
a poor devil who is much devoted to meand does all he can
to prove it. He remembers that I saved his lifeand as he
has a regard for his headhe feels some gratitude towards
me for having kept it on his shoulders." Ali approached his
mastertook his handand kissed it.

Would it be impertinent, Signor Sinbad,said Franzto
ask you the particulars of this kindness?

Oh, they are simple enough,replied the host. "It seems
the fellow had been caught wandering nearer to the harem of
the Bey of Tunis than etiquette permits to one of his color
and he was condemned by the bey to have his tongue cut out
and his hand and head cut off; the tongue the first daythe
hand the secondand the head the third. I always had a
desire to have a mute in my serviceso learning the day his
tongue was cut outI went to the beyand proposed to give
him for Ali a splendid double-barreled gun which I knew he
was very desirous of having. He hesitated a momenthe was
so very desirous to complete the poor devil's punishment.
But when I added to the gun an English cutlass with which I
had shivered his highness's yataghan to piecesthe bey
yieldedand agreed to forgive the hand and headbut on
condition that the poor fellow never again set foot in
Tunis. This was a useless clause in the bargainfor
whenever the coward sees the first glimpse of the shores of
Africahe runs down belowand can only be induced to
appear again when we are out of sight of that quarter of the

Franz remained a moment silent and pensivehardly knowing
what to think of the half-kindnesshalf-crueltywith which
his host related the brief narrative. "And like the
celebrated sailor whose name you have assumed he said, by
way of changing the conversation, you pass your life in

Yes. I made a vow at a time when I little thought I should

ever be able to accomplish it,said the unknown with a
singular smile; "and I made some others also which I hope I
may fulfil in due season." Although Sinbad pronounced these
words with much calmnesshis eyes gave forth gleams of
extraordinary ferocity.

You have suffered a great deal, sir?said Franz

Sinbad started and looked fixedly at himas he replied
What makes you suppose so?

Everything,answered Franz-- "your voiceyour look
your pallid complexionand even the life you lead."

I? -- I live the happiest life possible, the real life of a
pasha. I am king of all creation. I am pleased with one
place, and stay there; I get tired of it, and leave it; I am
free as a bird and have wings like one; my attendants obey
my slightest wish. Sometimes I amuse myself by delivering
some bandit or criminal from the bonds of the law. Then I
have my mode of dispensing justice, silent and sure, without
respite or appeal, which condemns or pardons, and which no
one sees. Ah, if you had tasted my life, you would not
desire any other, and would never return to the world unless
you had some great project to accomplish there.

Revenge, for instance!observed Franz.

The unknown fixed on the young man one of those looks which
penetrate into the depth of the heart and thoughts. "And why
revenge?" he asked.

Because,replied Franzyou seem to me like a man who,
persecuted by society, has a fearful account to settle with

Ah,responded Sinbadlaughing with his singular laugh
which displayed his white and sharp teeth. "You have not
guessed rightly. Such as you see me I ama sort of
philosopherand one day perhaps I shall go to Paris to
rival Monsieur Appertand the little man in the blue

And will that be the first time you ever took that

Yes; it will. I must seem to you by no means curious, but I
assure you that it is not my fault I have delayed it so long
-- it will happen one day or the other.

And do you propose to make this journey very shortly?

I do not know; it depends on circumstances which depend on
certain arrangements.

I should like to be there at the time you come, and I will
endeavor to repay you, as far as lies in my power, for your
liberal hospitality displayed to me at Monte Cristo.

I should avail myself of your offer with pleasure,replied
the hostbut, unfortunately, if I go there, it will be, in
all probability, incognito.

The supper appeared to have been supplied solely for Franz
for the unknown scarcely touched one or two dishes of the
splendid banquet to which his guest did ample justice. Then
Ali brought on the dessertor rather took the baskets from
the hands of the statues and placed them on the table.
Between the two baskets he placed a small silver cup with a
silver cover. The care with which Ali placed this cup on the
table roused Franz's curiosity. He raised the cover and saw
a kind of greenish pastesomething like preserved angelica
but which was perfectly unknown to him. He replaced the lid
as ignorant of what the cup contained as he was before he
had looked at itand then casting his eyes towards his host
he saw him smile at his disappointment. "You cannot guess
said he, what there is in that small vasecan you?"

No, I really cannot.

Well, then, that green preserve is nothing less than the
ambrosia which Hebe served at the table of Jupiter.

But,replied Franzthis ambrosia, no doubt, in passing
through mortal hands has lost its heavenly appellation and
assumed a human name; in vulgar phrase, what may you term
this composition, for which, to tell the truth, I do not
feel any particular desire?

Ah, thus it is that our material origin is revealed,cried
Sinbad; "we frequently pass so near to happiness without
seeingwithout regarding itor if we do see and regard it
yet without recognizing it. Are you a man for the
substantialsand is gold your god? taste thisand the
mines of PeruGuzeratand Golconda are opened to you. Are
you a man of imagination -- a poet? taste thisand the
boundaries of possibility disappear; the fields of infinite
space open to youyou advance free in heartfree in mind
into the boundless realms of unfettered revery. Are you
ambitiousand do you seek after the greatnesses of the
earth? taste thisand in an hour you will be a kingnot a
king of a petty kingdom hidden in some corner of Europe like
FranceSpainor Englandbut king of the worldking of
the universeking of creation; without bowing at the feet
of Satanyou will be king and master of all the kingdoms of
the earth. Is it not tempting what I offer youand is it
not an easy thingsince it is only to do thus? look!" At
these words he uncovered the small cup which contained the
substance so laudedtook a teaspoonful of the magic
sweetmeatraised it to his lipsand swallowed it slowly
with his eyes half shut and his head bent backwards. Franz
did not disturb him whilst he absorbed his favorite
sweetmeatbut when he had finishedhe inquired-- "What
thenis this precious stuff?"

Did you ever hear,he repliedof the Old Man of the
Mountain, who attempted to assassinate Philip Augustus?

Of course I have.

Well, you know he reigned over a rich valley which was
overhung by the mountain whence he derived his picturesque
name. In this valley were magnificent gardens planted by
Hassen-ben-Sabah, and in these gardens isolated pavilions.
Into these pavilions he admitted the elect, and there, says
Marco Polo, gave them to eat a certain herb, which
transported them to Paradise, in the midst of ever-blooming

shrubs, ever-ripe fruit, and ever-lovely virgins. What these
happy persons took for reality was but a dream; but it was a
dream so soft, so voluptuous, so enthralling, that they sold
themselves body and soul to him who gave it to them, and
obedient to his orders as to those of a deity, struck down
the designated victim, died in torture without a murmur,
believing that the death they underwent was but a quick
transition to that life of delights of which the holy herb,
now before you had given them a slight foretaste.

Then,cried Franzit is hashish! I know that -- by name
at least.

That is it precisely, Signor Aladdin; it is hashish -- the
purest and most unadulterated hashish of Alexandria, -- the
hashish of Abou-Gor, the celebrated maker, the only man, the
man to whom there should be built a palace, inscribed with
these words, `A grateful world to the dealer in happiness.'

Do you know,said FranzI have a very great inclination
to judge for myself of the truth or exaggeration of your

Judge for yourself, Signor Aladdin -- judge, but do not
confine yourself to one trial. Like everything else, we must
habituate the senses to a fresh impression, gentle or
violent, sad or joyous. There is a struggle in nature
against this divine substance, -- in nature which is not
made for joy and clings to pain. Nature subdued must yield
in the combat, the dream must succeed to reality, and then
the dream reigns supreme, then the dream becomes life, and
life becomes the dream. But what changes occur! It is only
by comparing the pains of actual being with the joys of the
assumed existence, that you would desire to live no longer,
but to dream thus forever. When you return to this mundane
sphere from your visionary world, you would seem to leave a
Neapolitan spring for a Lapland winter -- to quit paradise
for earth -- heaven for hell! Taste the hashish, guest of
mine -- taste the hashish.

Franz's only reply was to take a teaspoonful of the
marvellous preparationabout as much in quantity as his
host had eatenand lift it to his mouth. "Diable!" he said
after having swallowed the divine preserve. "I do not know
if the result will be as agreeable as you describebut the
thing does not appear to me as palatable as you say."

Because your palate his not yet been attuned to the
sublimity of the substances it flavors. Tell me, the first
time you tasted oysters, tea, porter, truffles, and sundry
other dainties which you now adore, did you like them? Could
you comprehend how the Romans stuffed their pheasants with
assafoetida, and the Chinese eat swallows' nests? Eh? no!
Well, it is the same with hashish; only eat for a week, and
nothing in the world will seem to you to equal the delicacy
of its flavor, which now appears to you flat and
distasteful. Let us now go into the adjoining chamber, which
is your apartment, and Ali will bring us coffee and pipes.
They both aroseand while he who called himself Sinbad -and
whom we have occasionally named sothat we mightlike
his guesthave some title by which to distinguish him -gave
some orders to the servantFranz entered still another
apartment. It was simply yet richly furnished. It was round
and a large divan completely encircled it. Divanwalls

ceilingfloorwere all covered with magnificent skins as
soft and downy as the richest carpets; there were
heavy-maned lion-skins from Atlasstriped tiger-skins from
Bengal; panther-skins from the Capespotted beautifully
like those that appeared to Dante; bear-skins from Siberia
fox-skins from Norwayand so on; and all these skins were
strewn in profusion one on the otherso that it seemed like
walking over the most mossy turfor reclining on the most
luxurious bed. Both laid themselves down on the divan;
chibouques with jasmine tubes and amber mouthpieces were
within reachand all prepared so that there was no need to
smoke the same pipe twice. Each of them took onewhich Ali
lighted and then retired to prepare the coffee. There was a
moment's silenceduring which Sinbad gave himself up to
thoughts that seemed to occupy him incessantlyeven in the
midst of his conversation; and Franz abandoned himself to
that mute reveryinto which we always sink when smoking
excellent tobaccowhich seems to remove with its fume all
the troubles of the mindand to give the smoker in exchange
all the visions of the soul. Ali brought in the coffee. "How
do you take it?" inquired the unknown; "in the French or
Turkish stylestrong or weaksugar or nonecool or
boiling? As you please; it is ready in all ways."

I will take it in the Turkish style,replied Franz.

And you are right,said his host; "it shows you have a
tendency for an Oriental life. Ahthose Orientals; they are
the only men who know how to live. As for me he added,
with one of those singular smiles which did not escape the
young man, when I have completed my affairs in ParisI
shall go and die in the East; and should you wish to see me
againyou must seek me at CairoBagdador Ispahan."

Ma foi,said Franzit would be the easiest thing in the
world; for I feel eagle's wings springing out at my
shoulders, and with those wings I could make a tour of the
world in four and twenty hours.

Ah, yes, the hashish is beginning its work. Well, unfurl
your wings, and fly into superhuman regions; fear nothing,
there is a watch over you; and if your wings, like those of
Icarus, melt before the sun, we are here to ease your fall.
He then said something in Arabic to Aliwho made a sign of
obedience and withdrewbut not to any distance. As to Franz
a strange transformation had taken place in him. All the
bodily fatigue of the dayall the preoccupation of mind
which the events of the evening had brought ondisappeared
as they do at the first approach of sleepwhen we are still
sufficiently conscious to be aware of the coming of slumber.
His body seemed to acquire an airy lightnesshis perception
brightened in a remarkable mannerhis senses seemed to
redouble their powerthe horizon continued to expand; but
it was not the gloomy horizon of vague alarmsand which he
had seen before he sleptbut a bluetransparentunbounded
horizonwith all the blue of the oceanall the spangles of
the sunall the perfumes of the summer breeze; thenin the
midst of the songs of his sailors-- songs so clear and
sonorousthat they would have made a divine harmony had
their notes been taken down-- he saw the Island of Monte
Cristono longer as a threatening rock in the midst of the
wavesbut as an oasis in the desert; thenas his boat drew
nearerthe songs became louderfor an enchanting and
mysterious harmony rose to heavenas if some Loreley had

decreed to attract a soul thitheror Amphionthe
enchanterintended there to build a city.

At length the boat touched the shorebut without effort
without shockas lips touch lips; and he entered the grotto
amidst continued strains of most delicious melody. He
descendedor rather seemed to descendseveral steps
inhaling the fresh and balmy airlike that which may be
supposed to reign around the grotto of Circeformed from
such perfumes as set the mind a dreamingand such fires as
burn the very senses; and he saw again all he had seen
before his sleepfrom Sinbadhis singular hostto Ali
the mute attendant; then all seemed to fade away and become
confused before his eyeslike the last shadows of the magic
lantern before it is extinguishedand he was again in the
chamber of statueslighted only by one of those pale and
antique lamps which watch in the dead of the night over the
sleep of pleasure. They were the same statuesrich in form
in attraction. and poesywith eyes of fascinationsmiles
of loveand bright and flowing hair. They were Phryne
CleopatraMessalinathose three celebrated courtesans.
Then among them glided like a pure raylike a Christian
angel in the midst of Olympusone of those chaste figures
those calm shadowsthose soft visionswhich seemed to veil
its virgin brow before these marble wantons. Then the three
statues advanced towards him with looks of loveand
approached the couch on which he was reposingtheir feet
hidden in their long white tunicstheir throats barehair
flowing like wavesand assuming attitudes which the gods
could not resistbut which saints withstoodand looks
inflexible and ardent like those with which the serpent
charms the bird; and then he gave way before looks that held
him in a torturing grasp and delighted his senses as with a
voluptuous kiss. It seemed to Franz that he closed his eyes
and in a last look about him saw the vision of modesty
completely veiled; and then followed a dream of passion like
that promised by the Prophet to the elect. Lips of stone
turned to flamebreasts of ice became like heated lavaso
that to Franzyielding for the first time to the sway of
the druglove was a sorrow and voluptuousness a tortureas
burning mouths were pressed to his thirsty lipsand he was
held in cool serpent-like embraces. The more he strove
against this unhallowed passion the more his senses yielded
to its thralland at lengthweary of a struggle that taxed
his very soulhe gave way and sank back breathless and
exhausted beneath the kisses of these marble goddessesand
the enchantment of his marvellous dream.

Chapter 32
The Waking.

When Franz returned to himselfhe seemed still to be in a
dream. He thought himself in a sepulchreinto which a ray
of sunlight in pity scarcely penetrated. He stretched forth
his handand touched stone; he rose to his seatand found
himself lying on his bournous in a bed of dry heathervery
soft and odoriferous. The vision had fled; and as if the
statues had been but shadows from the tombthey had
vanished at his waking. He advanced several paces towards
the point whence the light cameand to all the excitement
of his dream succeeded the calmness of reality. He found
that he was in a grottowent towards the openingand

through a kind of fanlight saw a blue sea and an azure sky.
The air and water were shining in the beams of the morning
sun; on the shore the sailors were sittingchatting and
laughing; and at ten yards from them the boat was at anchor
undulating gracefully on the water. There for some time he
enjoyed the fresh breeze which played on his browand
listened to the dash of the waves on the beachthat left
against the rocks a lace of foam as white as silver. He was
for some time without reflection or thought for the divine
charm which is in the things of naturespecially after a
fantastic dream; then gradually this view of the outer
worldso calmso pureso grandreminded him of the
illusiveness of his visionand once more awakened memory.
He recalled his arrival on the islandhis presentation to a
smuggler chiefa subterranean palace full of splendoran
excellent supperand a spoonful of hashish. It seemed
howevereven in the very face of open daythat at least a
year had elapsed since all these things had passedso deep
was the impression made in his mind by the dreamand so
strong a hold had it taken of his imagination. Thus every
now and then he saw in fancy amid the sailorsseated on a
rockor undulating in the vesselone of the shadows which
had shared his dream with looks and kisses. Otherwisehis
head was perfectly clearand his body refreshed; he was
free from the slightest headache; on the contraryhe felt a
certain degree of lightnessa faculty for absorbing the
pure airand enjoying the bright sunshine more vividly than

He went gayly up to the sailorswho rose as soon as they
perceived him; and the patronaccosting himsaidThe
Signor Sinbad has left his compliments for your excellency,
and desires us to express the regret he feels at not being
able to take his leave in person; but he trusts you will
excuse him, as very important business calls him to Malaga.

So, then, Gaetano,said Franzthis is, then, all
reality; there exists a man who has received me in this
island, entertained me right royally, and his departed while
I was asleep?

He exists as certainly as that you may see his small yacht
with all her sails spread; and if you will use your glass,
you will, in all probability, recognize your host in the
midst of his crew.So sayingGaetano pointed in a
direction in which a small vessel was making sail towards
the southern point of Corsica. Franz adjusted his telescope
and directed it towards the yacht. Gaetano was not mistaken.
At the stern the mysterious stranger was standing up looking
towards the shoreand holding a spy-glass in his hand. He
was attired as he had been on the previous eveningand
waved his pocket-handkerchief to his guest in token of
adieu. Franz returned the salute by shaking his handkerchief
as an exchange of signals. After a seconda slight cloud of
smoke was seen at the stern of the vesselwhich rose
gracefully as it expanded in the airand then Franz heard a
slight report. "Theredo you hear?" observed Gaetano; "he
is bidding you adieu." The young man took his carbine and
fired it in the airbut without any idea that the noise
could be heard at the distance which separated the yacht
from the shore.

What are your excellency's orders?inquired Gaetano.

In the first place, light me a torch.

Ah, yes, I understand,replied the patronto find the
entrance to the enchanted apartment. With much pleasure,
your excellency, if it would amuse you; and I will get you
the torch you ask for. But I too have had the idea you have,
and two or three times the same fancy has come over me; but
I have always given it up. Giovanni, light a torch,he
addedand give it to his excellency.

Giovanni obeyed. Franz took the lampand entered the
subterranean grottofollowed by Gaetano. He recognized the
place where he had awaked by the bed of heather that was
there; but it was in vain that he carried his torch all
round the exterior surface of the grotto. He saw nothing
unless thatby traces of smokeothers had before him
attempted the same thingandlike himin vain. Yet he did
not leave a foot of this granite wallas impenetrable as
futuritywithout strict scrutiny; he did not see a fissure
without introducing the blade of his hunting sword into it
or a projecting point on which he did not lean and press in
the hopes it would give way. All was vain; and he lost two
hours in his attemptswhich were at last utterly useless.
At the end of this time he gave up his searchand Gaetano

When Franz appeared again on the shorethe yacht only
seemed like a small white speck on the horizon. He looked
again through his glassbut even then he could not
distinguish anything. Gaetano reminded him that he had come
for the purpose of shooting goatswhich he had utterly
forgotten. He took his fowling-pieceand began to hunt over
the island with the air of a man who is fulfilling a duty
rather than enjoying a pleasure; and at the end of a quarter
of an hour he had killed a goat and two kids. These animals
though wild and agile as chamoiswere too much like
domestic goatsand Franz could not consider them as game.
Moreoverother ideasmuch more enthrallingoccupied his
mind. Sincethe evening beforehe had really been the hero
of one of the tales of the "Thousand and One Nights and he
was irresistibly attracted towards the grotto. Then, in
spite of the failure of his first search, he began a second,
after having told Gaetano to roast one of the two kids. The
second visit was a long one, and when he returned the kid
was roasted and the repast ready. Franz was sitting on the
spot where he was on the previous evening when his
mysterious host had invited him to supper; and he saw the
little yacht, now like a sea-gull on the wave, continuing
her flight towards Corsica. Why he remarked to Gaetano,
you told me that Signor Sinbad was going to Malagawhile
it seems he is in the direction of Porto-Vecchio."

Don't you remember,said the patronI told you that
among the crew there were two Corsican brigands?

True; and he is going to land them,added Franz.

Precisely so,replied Gaetano. "Ahhe is one who fears
neither God nor Satanthey sayand would at any time run
fifty leagues out of his course to do a poor devil a

But such services as these might involve him with the
authorities of the country in which he practices this kind

of philanthropy,said Franz.

And what cares he for that,replied Gaetano with a laugh
or any authorities? He smiles at them. Let them try to
pursue him! Why, in the first place, his yacht is not a
ship, but a bird, and he would beat any frigate three knots
in every nine; and if he were to throw himself on the coast,
why, is he not certain of finding friends everywhere?

It was perfectly clear that the Signor SinbadFranz's host
had the honor of being on excellent terms with the smugglers
and bandits along the whole coast of the Mediterraneanand
so enjoyed exceptional privileges. As to Franzhe had no
longer any inducement to remain at Monte Cristo. He had lost
all hope of detecting the secret of the grotto; he
consequently despatched his breakfastandhis boat being
readyhe hastened on boardand they were soon under way.
At the moment the boat began her course they lost sight of
the yachtas it disappeared in the gulf of Porto-Vecchio.
With it was effaced the last trace of the preceding night;
and then supperSinbadhashishstatues-- all became a
dream for Franz. The boat sailed on all day and all night
and next morningwhen the sun rosethey had lost sight of
Monte Cristo. When Franz had once again set foot on shore
he forgotfor the moment at leastthe events which had
just passedwhile he finished his affairs of pleasure at
Florenceand then thought of nothing but how he should
rejoin his companionwho was awaiting him at Rome.

He set outand on the Saturday evening reached the Eternal
City by the mail-coach. An apartmentas we have saidhad
been retained beforehandand thus he had but to go to
Signor Pastrini's hotel. But this was not so easy a matter
for the streets were thronged with peopleand Rome was
already a prey to that low and feverish murmur which
precedes all great events; and at Rome there are four great
events in every year-- the CarnivalHoly WeekCorpus
Christiand the Feast of St. Peter. All the rest of the
year the city is in that state of dull apathybetween life
and deathwhich renders it similar to a kind of station
between this world and the next -- a sublime spota
resting-place full of poetry and characterand at which
Franz had already halted five or six timesand at each time
found it more marvellous and striking. At last he made his
way through the mobwhich was continually increasing and
getting more and more turbulentand reached the hotel. On
his first inquiry he was toldwith the impertinence
peculiar to hired hackney-coachmen and inn-keepers with
their houses fullthat there was no room for him at the
Hotel de Londres. Then he sent his card to Signor Pastrini
and asked for Albert de Morcerf. This plan succeeded; and
Signor Pastrini himself ran to himexcusing himself for
having made his excellency waitscolding the waiters
taking the candlestick from the porterwho was ready to
pounce on the traveller and was about to lead him to Albert
when Morcerf himself appeared.

The apartment consisted of two small rooms and a parlor. The
two rooms looked onto the street -- a fact which Signor
Pastrini commented upon as an inappreciable advantage. The
rest of the floor was hired by a very rich gentleman who was
supposed to be a Sicilian or Maltese; but the host was
unable to decide to which of the two nations the traveller
belonged. "Very goodsignor Pastrini said Franz; but we

must have some supper instantlyand a carriage for tomorrow
and the following days."

As to supper,replied the landlordyou shall be served
immediately; but as for the carriage-

What as to the carriage?exclaimed Albert. "Comecome
Signor Pastrinino joking; we must have a carriage."

Sir,replied the hostwe will do all in our power to
procure you one -- this is all I can say.

And when shall we know?inquired Franz.

To-morrow morning,answered the inn-keeper.

Oh, the deuce! then we shall pay the more, that's all, I
see plainly enough. At Drake's or Aaron's one pays
twenty-five lire for common days, and thirty or thirty-five
lire a day more for Sundays and feast days; add five lire a
day more for extras, that will make forty, and there's an
end of it.

I am afraid if we offer them double that we shall not
procure a carriage.

Then they must put horses to mine. It is a little worse for
the journey, but that's no matter.

There are no horses.Albert looked at Franz like a man who
hears a reply he does not understand.

Do you understand that, my dear Franz -- no horses?he
saidbut can't we have post-horses?

They have been all hired this fortnight, and there are none
left but those absolutely requisite for posting.

What are we to say to this?asked Franz.

I say, that when a thing completely surpasses my
comprehension, I am accustomed not to dwell on that thing,
but to pass to another. Is supper ready, Signor Pastrini?

Yes, your excellency.

Well, then, let us sup.

But the carriage and horses?said Franz.

Be easy, my dear boy; they will come in due season; it is
only a question of how much shall be charged for them.
Morcerf thenwith that delighted philosophy which believes
that nothing is impossible to a full purse or well-lined
pocketbooksuppedwent to bedslept soundlyand dreamed
he was racing all over Rome at Carnival time in a coach with
six horses.

Chapter 33
Roman Bandits.

The next morning Franz woke firstand instantly rang the

bell. The sound had not yet died away when Signor Pastrini
himself entered.

Well, excellency,said the landlord triumphantlyand
without waiting for Franz to question himI feared
yesterday, when I would not promise you anything, that you
were too late -- there is not a single carriage to be had -that
is, for the last three days of the carnival.

Yes,returned Franzfor the very three days it is most

What is the matter?said Albertentering; "no carriage to
be had?"

Just so,returned Franzyou have guessed it.

Well, your Eternal City is a nice sort of place.

That is to say, excellency,replied Pastriniwho was
desirous of keeping up the dignity of the capital of the
Christian world in the eyes of his guestthat there are no
carriages to be had from Sunday to Tuesday evening, but from
now till Sunday you can have fifty if you please.

Ah, that is something,said Albert; "to-day is Thursday
and who knows what may arrive between this and Sunday?"

Ten or twelve thousand travellers will arrive,replied
Franzwhich will make it still more difficult.

My friend,said Morcerflet us enjoy the present without
gloomy forebodings for the future.

At least we can have a window?


In the Corso.

Ah, a window!exclaimed Signor Pastrini-- "utterly
impossible; there was only one left on the fifth floor of
the Doria Palaceand that has been let to a Russian prince
for twenty sequins a day."

The two young men looked at each other with an air of

Well,said Franz to Albertdo you know what is the best
thing we can do? It is to pass the Carnival at Venice; there
we are sure of obtaining gondolas if we cannot have

Ah, the devil, no,cried Albert; "I came to Rome to see
the Carnivaland I willthough I see it on stilts."

Bravo! an excellent idea. We will disguise ourselves as
monster pulchinellos or shepherds of the Landes, and we
shall have complete success.

Do your excellencies still wish for a carriage from now to
Sunday morning?

Parbleu!said Albertdo you think we are going to run

about on foot in the streets of Rome, like lawyer's clerks?

I hasten to comply with your excellencies' wishes; only, I
tell you beforehand, the carriage will cost you six piastres
a day.

And, as I am not a millionaire, like the gentleman in the
next apartments,said FranzI warn you, that as I have
been four times before at Rome, I know the prices of all the
carriages; we will give you twelve piastres for to-day,
tomorrow, and the day after, and then you will make a good

But, excellency-- said Pastrinistill striving to gain
his point.

Now go,returned Franzor I shall go myself and bargain
with your affettatore, who is mine also; he is an old friend
of mine, who has plundered me pretty well already, and, in
the hope of making more out of me, he will take a less price
than the one I offer you; you will lose the preference, and
that will be your fault.

Do not give yourselves the trouble, excellency,returned
Signor Pastriniwith the smile peculiar to the Italian
speculator when he confesses defeat; "I will do all I can
and I hope you will be satisfied."

And now we understand each other.

When do you wish the carriage to be here?

In an hour.

In an hour it will be at the door.

An hour after the vehicle was at the door; it was a hack
conveyance which was elevated to the rank of a private
carriage in honor of the occasionbutin spite of its
humble exteriorthe young men would have thought themselves
happy to have secured it for the last three days of the
Carnival. "Excellency cried the cicerone, seeing Franz
approach the window, shall I bring the carriage nearer to
the palace?"

Accustomed as Franz was to the Italian phraseologyhis
first impulse was to look round himbut these words were
addressed to him. Franz was the "excellency the vehicle
was the carriage and the Hotel de Londres was the
palace." The genius for laudation characteristic of the
race was in that phrase.

Franz and Albert descendedthe carriage approached the
palace; their excellencies stretched their legs along the
seats; the cicerone sprang into the seat behind. "Where do
your excellencies wish to go?" asked he.

To Saint Peter's first, and then to the Colosseum,
returned Albert. But Albert did not know that it takes a day
to see Saint Peter'sand a month to study it. The day was
passed at Saint Peter's alone. Suddenly the daylight began
to fade away; Franz took out his watch -- it was half-past
four. They returned to the hotel; at the door Franz ordered
the coachman to be ready at eight. He wished to show Albert

the Colosseum by moonlightas he had shown him Saint
Peter's by daylight. When we show a friend a city one has
already visitedwe feel the same pride as when we point out
a woman whose lover we have been. He was to leave the city
by the Porta del Popoloskirt the outer walland re-enter
by the Porta San Giovanni; thus they would behold the
Colosseum without finding their impressions dulled by first
looking on the Capitolthe Forumthe Arch of Septimus
Severusthe Temple of Antoninus and Faustinaand the Via
Sacra. They sat down to dinner. Signor Pastrini had promised
them a banquet; he gave them a tolerable repast. At the end
of the dinner he entered in person. Franz thought that he
came to hear his dinner praisedand began accordinglybut
at the first words he was interrupted. "Excellency said
Pastrini, I am delighted to have your approbationbut it
was not for that I came."

Did you come to tell us you have procured a carriage?
asked Albertlighting his cigar.

No; and your excellencies will do well not to think of that
any longer; at Rome things can or cannot be done; when you
are told anything cannot he done, there is an end of it.

It is much more convenient at Paris, -- when anything
cannot be done, you pay double, and it is done directly.

That is what all the French say,returned Signor Pastrini
somewhat piqued; "for that reasonI do not understand why
they travel."

But,said Albertemitting a volume of smoke and balancing
his chair on its hind legsonly madmen, or blockheads like
us, ever do travel. Men in their senses do not quit their
hotel in the Rue du Helder, their walk on the Boulevard de
Gand, and the Cafe de Paris.It is of course understood
that Albert resided in the aforesaid streetappeared every
day on the fashionable walkand dined frequently at the
only restaurant where you can really dinethat isif you
are on good terms with its frequenters. Signor Pastrini
remained silent a short time; it was evident that he was
musing over this answerwhich did not seem very clear.
But,said Franzin his turn interrupting his host's
meditationsyou had some motive for coming here, may I beg
to know what it was?

Ah, yes; you have ordered your carriage at eight o'clock

I have.

You intend visiting Il Colosseo.

You mean the Colosseum?

It is the same thing. You have told your coachman to leave
the city by the Porta del Popolo, to drive round the walls,
and re-enter by the Porta San Giovanni?

These are my words exactly.

Well, this route is impossible.


Very dangerous, to say the least.

Dangerous! -- and why?

On account of the famous Luigi Vampa.

Pray, who may this famous Luigi Vampa be?inquired Albert;
he may be very famous at Rome, but I can assure you he is
quite unknown at Paris.

What! do you not know him?

I have not that honor.

You have never heard his name?


Well, then, he is a bandit, compared to whom the Decesaris
and the Gasparones were mere children.

Now then, Albert,cried Franzhere is a bandit for you
at last.

I forewarn you, Signor Pastrini, that I shall not believe
one word of what you are going to tell us; having told you
this, begin.

Once upon a time-

Well, go on.Signor Pastrini turned toward Franzwho
seemed to him the more reasonable of the two; we must do him
justice-- he had had a great many Frenchmen in his house
but had never been able to comprehend them. "Excellency
said he gravely, addressing Franz, if you look upon me as a
liarit is useless for me to say anything; it was for your
interest I" -

Albert does not say you are a liar, Signor Pastrini,said
Franzbut that he will not believe what you are going to
tell us, -- but I will believe all you say; so proceed.

But if your excellency doubt my veracity-

Signor Pastrini,returned Franzyou are more susceptible
than Cassandra, who was a prophetess, and yet no one
believed her; while you, at least, are sure of the credence
of half your audience. Come, sit down, and tell us all about
this Signor Vampa.

I had told your excellency he is the most famous bandit we
have had since the days of Mastrilla.

Well, what has this bandit to do with the order I have
given the coachman to leave the city by the Porta del
Popolo, and to re-enter by the Porta San Giovanni?

This,replied Signor Pastrinithat you will go out by
one, but I very much doubt your returning by the other.

Why?asked Franz.

Because, after nightfall, you are not safe fifty yards from

the gates.

On your honor is that true?cried Albert.

Count,returned Signor Pastrinihurt at Albert's repeated
doubts of the truth of his assertionsI do not say this to
you, but to your companion, who knows Rome, and knows, too,
that these things are not to be laughed at.

My dear fellow,said Albertturning to Franzhere is an
admirable adventure; we will fill our carriage with pistols,
blunderbusses, and double-barrelled guns. Luigi Vampa comes
to take us, and we take him -- we bring him back to Rome,
and present him to his holiness the Pope, who asks how he
can repay so great a service; then we merely ask for a
carriage and a pair of horses, and we see the Carnival in
the carriage, and doubtless the Roman people will crown us
at the Capitol, and proclaim us, like Curtius and the veiled
Horatius, the preservers of their country.Whilst Albert
proposed this schemeSignor Pastrini's face assumed an
expression impossible to describe.

And pray,asked Franzwhere are these pistols,
blunderbusses, and other deadly weapons with which you
intend filling the carriage?

Not out of my armory, for at Terracina I was plundered even
of my hunting-knife.

I shared the same fate at Aquapendente.

Do you know, Signor Pastrini,said Albertlighting a
second cigar at the firstthat this practice is very
convenient for bandits, and that it seems to be due to an
arrangement of their own.Doubtless Signor Pastrini found
this pleasantry compromisingfor he only answered half the
questionand then he spoke to Franzas the only one likely
to listen with attention. "Your excellency knows that it is
not customary to defend yourself when attacked by bandits."

What!cried Albertwhose courage revolted at the idea of
being plundered tamelynot make any resistance!

No, for it would be useless. What could you do against a
dozen bandits who spring out of some pit, ruin, or aqueduct,
and level their pieces at you?

Eh, parbleu! -- they should kill me.

The inn-keeper turned to Franz with an air that seemed to
sayYour friend is decidedly mad.

My dear Albert,returned Franzyour answer is sublime,
and worthy the `Let him die,' of Corneille, only, when
Horace made that answer, the safety of Rome was concerned;
but, as for us, it is only to gratify a whim, and it would
be ridiculous to risk our lives for so foolish a motive.
Albert poured himself out a glass of lacryma Christiwhich
he sipped at intervalsmuttering some unintelligible words.

Well, Signor Pastrini,said Franznow that my companion
is quieted, and you have seen how peaceful my intentions
are, tell me who is this Luigi Vampa. Is he a shepherd or a
nobleman? -- young or old? -- tall or short? Describe him,

in order that, if we meet him by chance, like Bugaboo John
or Lara, we may recognize him.

You could not apply to any one better able to inform you on
all these points, for I knew him when he was a child, and
one day that I fell into his hands, going from Ferentino to
Alatri, he, fortunately for me, recollected me, and set me
free, not only without ransom, but made me a present of a
very splendid watch, and related his history to me.

Let us see the watch,said Albert.

Signor Pastrini drew from his fob a magnificent Breguet
bearing the name of its makerof Parisian manufactureand
a count's coronet.

Here it is,said he.

Peste,returned AlbertI compliment you on it; I have
its fellow-- he took his watch from his waistcoat pocket
-- "and it cost me 3000 francs."

Let us hear the history,said Franzmotioning Signor
Pastrini to seat himself.

Your excellencies permit it?asked the host.

Pardieu!cried Albertyou are not a preacher, to remain

The host sat downafter having made each of them a
respectful bowwhich meant that he was ready to tell them
all they wished to know concerning Luigi Vampa. "You tell
me said Franz, at the moment Signor Pastrini was about to
open his mouth, that you knew Luigi Vampa when he was a
child -- he is still a young manthen?"

A young man? he is only two and twenty; -- he will gain
himself a reputation.

What do you think of that, Albert? -- at two and twenty to
be thus famous?

Yes, and at his age, Alexander, Caesar, and Napoleon, who
have all made some noise in the world, were quite behind

So,continued Franzthe hero of this history is only two
and twenty?

Scarcely so much.

Is he tall or short?

Of the middle height -- about the same stature as his
excellency,returned the hostpointing to Albert.

Thanks for the comparison,said Albertwith a bow.

Go on, Signor Pastrini,continued Franzsmiling at his
friend's susceptibility. "To what class of society does he

He was a shepherd-boy attached to the farm of the Count of

San-Felice, situated between Palestrina and the lake of
Gabri; he was born at Pampinara, and entered the count's
service when he was five years old; his father was also a
shepherd, who owned a small flock, and lived by the wool and
the milk, which he sold at Rome. When quite a child, the
little Vampa displayed a most extraordinary precocity. One
day, when he was seven years old, he came to the curate of
Palestrina, and asked to be taught to read; it was somewhat
difficult, for he could not quit his flock; but the good
curate went every day to say mass at a little hamlet too
poor to pay a priest and which, having no other name, was
called Borgo; he told Luigi that he might meet him on his
return, and that then he would give him a lesson, warning
him that it would be short, and that he must profit as much
as possible by it. The child accepted joyfully. Every day
Luigi led his flock to graze on the road that leads from
Palestrina to Borgo; every day, at nine o'clock in the
morning, the priest and the boy sat down on a bank by the
wayside, and the little shepherd took his lesson out of the
priest's breviary. At the end of three months he had learned
to read. This was not enough -- he must now learn to write.
The priest had a writing teacher at Rome make three
alphabets -- one large, one middling, and one small; and
pointed out to him that by the help of a sharp instrument he
could trace the letters on a slate, and thus learn to write.
The same evening, when the flock was safe at the farm, the
little Luigi hastened to the smith at Palestrina, took a
large nail, heated and sharpened it, and formed a sort of
stylus. The next morning he gathered an armful of pieces of
slate and began. At the end of three months he had learned
to write. The curate, astonished at his quickness and
intelligence, made him a present of pens, paper, and a
penknife. This demanded new effort, but nothing compared to
the first; at the end of a week he wrote as well with this
pen as with the stylus. The curate related the incident to
the Count of San-Felice, who sent for the little shepherd,
made him read and write before him, ordered his attendant to
let him eat with the domestics, and to give him two piastres
a month. With this, Luigi purchased books and pencils. He
applied his imitative powers to everything, and, like
Giotto, when young, he drew on his slate sheep, houses, and
trees. Then, with his knife, he began to carve all sorts of
objects in wood; it was thus that Pinelli, the famous
sculptor, had commenced.

A girl of six or seven -- that isa little younger than
Vampa -- tended sheep on a farm near Palestrina; she was an
orphanborn at Valmontone and was named Teresa. The two
children metsat down near each otherlet their flocks
mingle togetherplayedlaughedand conversed together; in
the evening they separated the Count of San-Felice's flock
from those of Baron Cervetriand the children returned to
their respective farmspromising to meet the next morning.
The next day they kept their wordand thus they grew up
together. Vampa was twelveand Teresa eleven. And yet their
natural disposition revealed itself. Beside his taste for
the fine artswhich Luigi had carried as far as he could in
his solitudehe was given to alternating fits of sadness
and enthusiasmwas often angry and capriciousand always
sarcastic. None of the lads of PampinaraPalestrinaor
Valmontone had been able to gain any influence over him or
even to become his companion. His disposition (always
inclined to exact concessions rather than to make them) kept
him aloof from all friendships. Teresa alone ruled by a

looka worda gesturethis impetuous characterwhich
yielded beneath the hand of a womanand which beneath the
hand of a man might have brokenbut could never have been
bended. Teresa was lively and gaybut coquettish to excess.
The two piastres that Luigi received every month from the
Count of San-Felice's stewardand the price of all the
little carvings in wood he sold at Romewere expended in
ear-ringsnecklacesand gold hairpins. So thatthanks to
her friend's generosityTeresa was the most beautiful and
the best-attired peasant near Rome. The two children grew up
togetherpassing all their time with each otherand giving
themselves up to the wild ideas of their different
characters. Thusin all their dreamstheir wishesand
their conversationsVampa saw himself the captain of a
vesselgeneral of an armyor governor of a province.
Teresa saw herself richsuperbly attiredand attended by a
train of liveried domestics. Thenwhen they had thus passed
the day in building castles in the airthey separated their
flocksand descended from the elevation of their dreams to
the reality of their humble position.

One day the young shepherd told the count's steward that he
had seen a wolf come out of the Sabine mountains, and prowl
around his flock. The steward gave him a gun; this was what
Vampa longed for. This gun had an excellent barrel, made at
Breschia, and carrying a ball with the precision of an
English rifle; but one day the count broke the stock, and
had then cast the gun aside. This, however, was nothing to a
sculptor like Vampa; he examined the broken stock,
calculated what change it would require to adapt the gun to
his shoulder, and made a fresh stock, so beautifully carved
that it would have fetched fifteen or twenty piastres, had
he chosen to sell it. But nothing could be farther from his
thoughts. For a long time a gun had been the young man's
greatest ambition. In every country where independence has
taken the place of liberty, the first desire of a manly
heart is to possess a weapon, which at once renders him
capable of defence or attack, and, by rendering its owner
terrible, often makes him feared. From this moment Vampa
devoted all his leisure time to perfecting himself in the
use of his precious weapon; he purchased powder and ball,
and everything served him for a mark -- the trunk of some
old and moss-grown olive-tree, that grew on the Sabine
mountains; the fox, as he quitted his earth on some
marauding excursion; the eagle that soared above their
heads: and thus he soon became so expert, that Teresa
overcame the terror she at first felt at the report, and
amused herself by watching him direct the ball wherever he
pleased, with as much accuracy as if he placed it by hand.

One evening a wolf emerged from a pine-wood hear which they
were usually stationedbut the wolf had scarcely advanced
ten yards ere he was dead. Proud of this exploitVampa took
the dead animal on his shouldersand carried him to the
farm. These exploits had gained Luigi considerable
reputation. The man of superior abilities always finds
admirersgo where he will. He was spoken of as the most
adroitthe strongestand the most courageous contadino for
ten leagues around; and although Teresa was universally
allowed to be the most beautiful girl of the Sabinesno one
had ever spoken to her of lovebecause it was known that
she was beloved by Vampa. And yet the two young people had
never declared their affection; they had grown together like
two trees whose roots are mingledwhose branches

intertwinedand whose intermingled perfume rises to the
heavens. Only their wish to see each other had become a
necessityand they would have preferred death to a day's
separation. Teresa was sixteenand Vampa seventeen. About
this timea band of brigands that had established itself in
the Lepini mountains began to be much spoken of. The
brigands have never been really extirpated from the
neighborhood of Rome. Sometimes a chief is wantedbut when
a chief presents himself he rarely has to wait long for a
band of followers.

The celebrated Cucumetto, pursued in the Abruzzo, driven
out of the kingdom of Naples, where he had carried on a
regular war, had crossed the Garigliano, like Manfred, and
had taken refuge on the banks of the Amasine between Sonnino
and Juperno. He strove to collect a band of followers, and
followed the footsteps of Decesaris and Gasperone, whom he
hoped to surpass. Many young men of Palestrina, Frascati,
and Pampinara had disappeared. Their disappearance at first
caused much disquietude; but it was soon known that they had
joined Cucumetto. After some time Cucumetto became the
object of universal attention; the most extraordinary traits
of ferocious daring and brutality were related of him. One
day he carried off a young girl, the daughter of a surveyor
of Frosinone. The bandit's laws are positive; a young girl
belongs first to him who carries her off, then the rest draw
lots for her, and she is abandoned to their brutality until
death relieves her sufferings. When their parents are
sufficiently rich to pay a ransom, a messenger is sent to
negotiate; the prisoner is hostage for the security of the
messenger; should the ransom be refused, the prisoner is
irrevocably lost. The young girl's lover was in Cucumetto's
troop; his name was Carlini. When she recognized her lover,
the poor girl extended her arms to him, and believed herself
safe; but Carlini felt his heart sink, for he but too well
knew the fate that awaited her. However, as he was a
favorite with Cucumetto, as he had for three years
faithfully served him, and as he had saved his life by
shooting a dragoon who was about to cut him down, he hoped
the chief would have pity on him. He took Cucumetto one
side, while the young girl, seated at the foot of a huge
pine that stood in the centre of the forest, made a veil of
her picturesque head-dress to hide her face from the
lascivious gaze of the bandits. There he told the chief all
-- his affection for the prisoner, their promises of mutual
fidelity, and how every night, since he had been near, they
had met in some neighboring ruins.

It so happened that night that Cucumetto had sent Carlini
to a villageso that he had been unable to go to the place
of meeting. Cucumetto had been therehoweverby accident
as he saidand had carried the maiden off. Carlini besought
his chief to make an exception in Rita's favoras her
father was richand could pay a large ransom. Cucumetto
seemed to yield to his friend's entreatiesand bade him
find a shepherd to send to Rita's father at Frosinone.
Carlini flew joyfully to Ritatelling her she was saved
and bidding her write to her fatherto inform him what had
occurredand that her ransom was fixed at three hundred
piastres. Twelve hours' delay was all that was granted -that
isuntil nine the next morning. The instant the letter
was writtenCarlini seized itand hastened to the plain to
find a messenger. He found a young shepherd watching his
flock. The natural messengers of the bandits are the

shepherds who live between the city and the mountains
between civilized and savage life. The boy undertook the
commissionpromising to be in Frosinone in less than an
hour. Carlini returnedanxious to see his mistressand
announce the joyful intelligence. He found the troop in the
gladesupping off the provisions exacted as contributions
from the peasants; but his eye vainly sought Rita and
Cucumetto among them. He inquired where they wereand was
answered by a burst of laughter. A cold perspiration burst
from every poreand his hair stood on end. He repeated his
question. One of the bandits roseand offered him a glass
filled with Orviettosaying`To the health of the brave
Cucumetto and the fair Rita.' At this moment Carlini heard a
woman's cry; he divined the truthseized the glassbroke
it across the face of him who presented itand rushed
towards the spot whence the cry came. After a hundred yards
he turned the corner of the thicket; he found Rita senseless
in the arms of Cucumetto. At the sight of CarliniCucumetto
rosea pistol in each hand. The two brigands looked at each
other for a moment -- the one with a smile of lasciviousness
on his lipsthe other with the pallor of death on his brow.
A terrible battle between the two men seemed imminent; but
by degrees Carlini's features relaxedhis handwhich had
grasped one of the pistols in his beltfell to his side.
Rita lay between them. The moon lighted the group.

`Well,' said Cucumetto, `have you executed your

`Yescaptain' returned Carlini. `At nine o'clock
to-morrow Rita's father will be here with the money.' -- `It
is well; in the meantimewe will have a merry night; this
young girl is charmingand does credit to your taste. Now
as I am not egotisticalwe will return to our comrades and
draw lots for her.' -- `You have determinedthento
abandon her to the common law?" said Carlini.

`Why should an exception be made in her favor?'

`I thought that my entreaties' -

`What right have you, any more than the rest, to ask for an
exception?' -- `It is true.' -- `But never mind,' continued
Cucumetto, laughing, `sooner or later your turn will come.'
Carlini's teeth clinched convulsively.

`Nowthen' said Cucumettoadvancing towards the other
bandits`are you coming?' -- `I follow you.'

Cucumetto departed, without losing sight of Carlini, for,
doubtless, he feared lest he should strike him unawares; but
nothing betrayed a hostile design on Carlini's part. He was
standing, his arms folded, near Rita, who was still
insensible. Cucumetto fancied for a moment the young man was
about to take her in his arms and fly; but this mattered
little to him now Rita had been his; and as for the money,
three hundred piastres distributed among the band was so
small a sum that he cared little about it. He continued to
follow the path to the glade; but, to his great surprise,
Carlini arrived almost as soon as himself. `Let us draw
lots! let us draw lots!' cried all the brigands, when they
saw the chief.

Their demand was fairand the chief inclined his head in

sign of acquiescence. The eyes of all shone fiercely as they
made their demandand the red light of the fire made them
look like demons. The names of allincluding Carliniwere
placed in a hatand the youngest of the band drew forth a
ticket; the ticket bore the name of Diovolaccio. He was the
man who had proposed to Carlini the health of their chief
and to whom Carlini replied by breaking the glass across his
face. A large woundextending from the temple to the mouth
was bleeding profusely. Diovalaccioseeing himself thus
favored by fortuneburst into a loud laugh. `Captain' said
he`just now Carlini would not drink your health when I
proposed it to him; propose mine to himand let us see if
he will be more condescending to you than to me.' Every one
expected an explosion on Carlini's part; but to their great
surprisehe took a glass in one hand and a flask in the
otherand filling it-- `Your healthDiavolaccio' said
he calmlyand he drank it offwithout his hand trembling
in the least. Then sitting down by the fire`My supper'
said he; `my expedition has given me an appetite.' -- `Well
doneCarlini!' cried the brigands; `that is acting like a
good fellow;' and they all formed a circle round the fire
while Diavolaccio disappeared. Carlini ate and drank as if
nothing had happened. The bandits looked on with
astonishment at this singular conduct until they heard
footsteps. They turned roundand saw Diavolaccio bearing
the young girl in his arms. Her head hung backand her long
hair swept the ground. As they entered the circlethe
bandits could perceiveby the firelightthe unearthly
pallor of the young girl and of Diavolaccio. This apparition
was so strange and so solemnthat every one rosewith the
exception of Carliniwho remained seatedand ate and drank
calmly. Diavolaccio advanced amidst the most profound
silenceand laid Rita at the captain's feet. Then every one
could understand the cause of the unearthly pallor in the
young girl and the bandit. A knife was plunged up to the
hilt in Rita's left breast. Every one looked at Carlini; the
sheath at his belt was empty. `Ahah' said the chief`I
now understand why Carlini stayed behind.' All savage
natures appreciate a desperate deed. No other of the bandits
wouldperhapshave done the same; but they all understood
what Carlini had done. `Nowthen' cried Carlinirising in
his turnand approaching the corpsehis hand on the butt
of one of his pistols`does any one dispute the possession
of this woman with me?' -- `No' returned the chief`she is
thine.' Carlini raised her in his armsand carried her out
of the circle of firelight. Cucumetto placed his sentinels
for the nightand the bandits wrapped themselves in their
cloaksand lay down before the fire. At midnight the
sentinel gave the alarmand in an instant all were on the
alert. It was Rita's fatherwho brought his daughter's
ransom in person. `Here' said heto Cucumetto`here are
three hundred piastres; give me back my child. But the
chiefwithout taking the moneymade a sign to him to
follow. The old man obeyed. They both advanced beneath the
treesthrough whose branches streamed the moonlight.
Cucumetto stopped at lastand pointed to two persons
grouped at the foot of a tree.

`There,' said he, `demand thy child of Carlini; he will
tell thee what has become of her;' and he returned to his
companions. The old man remained motionless; he felt that
some great and unforeseen misfortune hung over his head. At
length he advanced toward the group, the meaning of which he
could not comprehend. As he approached, Carlini raised his

head, and the forms of two persons became visible to the old
man's eyes. A woman lay on the ground, her head resting on
the knees of a man, who was seated by her; as he raised his
head, the woman's face became visible. The old man
recognized his child, and Carlini recognized the old man. `I
expected thee,' said the bandit to Rita's father. -`
Wretch!' returned the old man, `what hast thou done?' and
he gazed with terror on Rita, pale and bloody, a knife
buried in her bosom. A ray of moonlight poured through the
trees, and lighted up the face of the dead. -- `Cucumetto
had violated thy daughter,' said the bandit; `I loved her,
therefore I slew her; for she would have served as the sport
of the whole band.' The old man spoke not, and grew pale as
death. `Now,' continued Carlini, `if I have done wrongly,
avenge her;' and withdrawing the knife from the wound in
Rita's bosom, he held it out to the old man with one hand,
while with the other he tore open his vest. -- `Thou hast
done well!' returned the old man in a hoarse voice; `embrace
me, my son.' Carlini threw himself, sobbing like a child,
into the arms of his mistress's father. These were the first
tears the man of blood had ever wept. `Now,' said the old
man, `aid me to bury my child.' Carlini fetched two
pickaxes; and the father and the lover began to dig at the
foot of a huge oak, beneath which the young girl was to
repose. When the grave was formed, the father kissed her
first, and then the lover; afterwards, one taking the head,
the other the feet, they placed her in the grave. Then they
knelt on each side of the grave, and said the prayers of the
dead. Then, when they had finished, they cast the earth over
the corpse, until the grave was filled. Then, extending his
hand, the old man said; `I thank you, my son; and now leave
me alone.' -- `Yet' -- replied Carlini. -- `Leave me, I
command you.' Carlini obeyed, rejoined his comrades, folded
himself in his cloak, and soon appeared to sleep as soundly
as the rest. It had been resolved the night before to change
their encampment. An hour before daybreak, Cucumetto aroused
his men, and gave the word to march. But Carlini would not
quit the forest, without knowing what had become of Rita's
father. He went toward the place where he had left him. He
found the old man suspended from one of the branches of the
oak which shaded his daughter's grave. He then took an oath
of bitter vengeance over the dead body of the one and the
tomb of the other. But he was unable to complete this oath,
for two days afterwards, in an encounter with the Roman
carbineers, Carlini was killed. There was some surprise,
however, that, as he was with his face to the enemy, he
should have received a ball between his shoulders. That
astonishment ceased when one of the brigands remarked to his
comrades that Cucumetto was stationed ten paces in Carlini's
rear when he fell. On the morning of the departure from the
forest of Frosinone he had followed Carlini in the darkness,
and heard this oath of vengeance, and, like a wise man,
anticipated it. They told ten other stories of this bandit
chief, each more singular than the other. Thus, from Fondi
to Perusia, every one trembles at the name of Cucumetto.

These narratives were frequently the theme of conversation
between Luigi and Teresa. The young girl trembled very much
at hearing the stories; but Vampa reassured her with a
smiletapping the butt of his good fowling-piecewhich
threw its ball so well; and if that did not restore her
couragehe pointed to a crowperched on some dead branch
took aimtouched the triggerand the bird fell dead at the
foot of the tree. Time passed onand the two young people

had agreed to be married when Vampa should be twenty and
Teresa nineteen years of age. They were both orphansand
had only their employers' leave to askwhich had been
already sought and obtained. One day when they were talking
over their plans for the futurethey heard two or three
reports of firearmsand then suddenly a man came out of the
woodnear which the two young persons used to graze their
flocksand hurried towards them. When he came within
hearinghe exclaimed. `I am pursued; can you conceal me?'
They knew full well that this fugitive must be a bandit; but
there is an innate sympathy between the Roman brigand and
the Roman peasant and the latter is always ready to aid the
former. Vampawithout saying a wordhastened to the stone
that closed up the entrance to their grottodrew it away
made a sign to the fugitive to take refuge therein a
retreat unknown to every oneclosed the stone upon himand
then went and resumed his seat by Teresa. Instantly
afterwards four carbineerson horsebackappeared on the
edge of the wood; three of them appeared to be looking for
the fugitivewhile the fourth dragged a brigand prisoner by
the neck. The three carbineers looked about carefully on
every sidesaw the young peasantsand galloping upbegan
to question them. They had seen no one. `That is very
annoying' said the brigadier; for the man we are looking
for is the chief.' -- `Cucumetto?' cried Luigi and Teresa at
the same moment.

`Yes,' replied the brigadier; `and as his head is valued at
a thousand Roman crowns, there would have been five hundred
for you, if you had helped us to catch him.' The two young
persons exchanged looks. The brigadier had a moment's hope.
Five hundred Roman crowns are three thousand lire, and three
thousand lire are a fortune for two poor orphans who are
going to be married.

`Yesit is very annoying' said Vampa; `but we have not
seen him.'

Then the carbineers scoured the country in different
directions, but in vain; then, after a time, they
disappeared. Vampa then removed the stone, and Cucumetto
came out. Through the crevices in the granite he had seen
the two young peasants talking with the carbineers, and
guessed the subject of their parley. He had read in the
countenances of Luigi and Teresa their steadfast resolution
not to surrender him, and he drew from his pocket a purse
full of gold, which he offered to them. But Vampa raised his
head proudly; as to Teresa, her eyes sparkled when she
thought of all the fine gowns and gay jewellery she could
buy with this purse of gold.

Cucumetto was a cunning fiendand had assumed the form of
a brigand instead of a serpentand this look from Teresa
showed to him that she was a worthy daughter of Eveand he
returned to the forestpausing several times on his way
under the pretext of saluting his protectors. Several days
elapsedand they neither saw nor heard of Cucumetto. The
time of the Carnival was at hand. The Count of San-Felice
announced a grand masked ballto which all that were
distinguished in Rome were invited. Teresa had a great
desire to see this ball. Luigi asked permission of his
protectorthe stewardthat she and he might be present
amongst the servants of the house. This was granted. The
ball was given by the Count for the particular pleasure of

his daughter Carmelawhom he adored. Carmela was precisely
the age and figure of Teresaand Teresa was as handsome as
Carmela. On the evening of the ball Teresa was attired in
her besther most brilliant ornaments in her hairand
gayest glass beads-- she was in the costume of the women
of Frascati. Luigi wore the very picturesque garb of the
Roman peasant at holiday time. They both mingledas they
had leave to dowith the servants and peasants.

The festa was magnificent; not only was the villa
brilliantly illuminated, but thousands of colored lanterns
were suspended from the trees in the garden; and very soon
the palace overflowed to the terraces, and the terraces to
the garden-walks. At each cross-path was an orchestra, and
tables spread with refreshments; the guests stopped, formed
quadrilles, and danced in any part of the grounds they
pleased. Carmela was attired like a woman of Sonnino. Her
cap was embroidered with pearls, the pins in her hair were
of gold and diamonds, her girdle was of Turkey silk, with
large embroidered flowers, her bodice and skirt were of
cashmere, her apron of Indian muslin, and the buttons of her
corset were of jewels. Two of her companions were dressed,
the one as a woman of Nettuno, and the other as a woman of
La Riccia. Four young men of the richest and noblest
families of Rome accompanied them with that Italian freedom
which has not its parallel in any other country in the
world. They were attired as peasants of Albano, Velletri,
Civita-Castellana, and Sora. We need hardly add that these
peasant costumes, like those of the young women, were
brilliant with gold and jewels.

Carmela wished to form a quadrillebut there was one lady
wanting. Carmela looked all around herbut not one of the
guests had a costume similar to her ownor those of her
companions. The Count of San-Felice pointed out Teresawho
was hanging on Luigi's arm in a group of peasants. `Will you
allow mefather?' said Carmela. -- `Certainly' replied the
count`are we not in Carnival time?' -- Carmela turned
towards the young man who was talking with herand saying a
few words to himpointed with her finger to Teresa. The
young man lookedbowed in obedienceand then went to
Teresaand invited her to dance in a quadrille directed by
the count's daughter. Teresa felt a flush pass over her
face; she looked at Luigiwho could not refuse his assent.
Luigi slowly relinquished Teresa's armwhich he had held
beneath his ownand Teresaaccompanied by her elegant
cavaliertook her appointed place with much agitation in
the aristocratic quadrille. Certainlyin the eyes of an
artistthe exact and strict costume of Teresa had a very
different character from that of Carmela and her companions;
and Teresa was frivolous and coquettishand thus the
embroidery and muslinsthe cashmere waist-girdlesall
dazzled herand the reflection of sapphires and diamonds
almost turned her giddy brain.

Luigi felt a sensation hitherto unknown arising in his
mind. It was like an acute pain which gnawed at his heart,
and then thrilled through his whole body. He followed with
his eye each movement of Teresa and her cavalier; when their
hands touched, he felt as though he should swoon; every
pulse beat with violence, and it seemed as though a bell
were ringing in his ears. When they spoke, although Teresa
listened timidly and with downcast eyes to the conversation
of her cavalier, as Luigi could read in the ardent looks of

the good-looking young man that his language was that of
praise, it seemed as if the whole world was turning round
with him, and all the voices of hell were whispering in his
ears ideas of murder and assassination. Then fearing that
his paroxysm might get the better of him, he clutched with
one hand the branch of a tree against which he was leaning,
and with the other convulsively grasped the dagger with a
carved handle which was in his belt, and which, unwittingly,
he drew from the scabbard from time to time. Luigi was
jealous! He felt that, influenced by her ambitions and
coquettish disposition, Teresa might escape him.

The young peasant girlat first timid and scaredsoon
recovered herself. We have said that Teresa was handsome
but this is not all; Teresa was endowed with all those wild
graces which are so much more potent than our affected and
studied elegancies. She had almost all the honors of the
quadrilleand if she were envious of the Count of
San-Felice's daughterwe will not undertake to say that
Carmela was not jealous of her. And with overpowering
compliments her handsome cavalier led her back to the place
whence he had taken herand where Luigi awaited her. Twice
or thrice during the dance the young girl had glanced at
Luigiand each time she saw that he was pale and that his
features were agitatedonce even the blade of his knife
half drawn from its sheathhad dazzled her eyes with its
sinister glare. Thusit was almost tremblingly that she
resumed her lover's arm. The quadrille had been most
perfectand it was evident there was a great demand for a
repetitionCarmela alone objecting to itbut the Count of
San-Felice besought his daughter so earnestlythat she
acceded. One of the cavaliers then hastened to invite
Teresawithout whom it was impossible for the quadrille to
be formedbut the young girl had disappeared. The truth
wasthat Luigi had not felt the strength to support another
such trialandhalf by persuasion and half by forcehe
had removed Teresa toward another part of the garden. Teresa
had yielded in spite of herselfbut when she looked at the
agitated countenance of the young manshe understood by his
silence and trembling voice that something strange was
passing within him. She herself was not exempt from internal
emotionand without having done anything wrongyet fully
comprehended that Luigi was right in reproaching her. Why
she did not knowbut yet she did not the less feel that
these reproaches were merited. Howeverto Teresa's great
astonishmentLuigi remained muteand not a word escaped
his lips the rest of the evening. When the chill of the
night had driven away the guests from the gardensand the
gates of the villa were closed on them for the festa
in-doorshe took Teresa quite awayand as he left her at
her homehe said-

`Teresa, what were you thinking of as you danced opposite
the young Countess of San-Felice?' -- `I thought,' replied
the young girl, with all the frankness of her nature, `that
I would give half my life for a costume such as she wore.'

`And what said your cavalier to you?' -- `He said it only
depended on myself to have itand I had only one word to

`He was right,' said Luigi. `Do you desire it as ardently
as you say?' -- `Yes.' -- `Well, then, you shall have it!'

The young girlmuch astonishedraised her head to look at
himbut his face was so gloomy and terrible that her words
froze to her lips. As Luigi spoke thushe left her. Teresa
followed him with her eyes into the darkness as long as she
couldand when he had quite disappearedshe went into the
house with a sigh.

That night a memorable event occurred, due, no doubt, to
the imprudence of some servant who had neglected to
extinguish the lights. The Villa of San-Felice took fire in
the rooms adjoining the very apartment of the lovely
Carmela. Awakened in the night by the light of the flames,
she sprang out of bed, wrapped herself in a dressing-gown,
and attempted to escape by the door, but the corridor by
which she hoped to fly was already a prey to the flames. She
then returned to her room, calling for help as loudly as she
could, when suddenly her window, which was twenty feet from
the ground, was opened, a young peasant jumped into the
chamber, seized her in his arms, and with superhuman skill
and strength conveyed her to the turf of the grass-plot,
where she fainted. When she recovered, her father was by her
side. All the servants surrounded her, offering her
assistance. An entire wing of the villa was burnt down; but
what of that, as long as Carmela was safe and uninjured? Her
preserver was everywhere sought for, but he did not appear;
he was inquired after, but no one had seen him. Carmela was
greatly troubled that she had not recognized him. As the
count was immensely rich, excepting the danger Carmela had
run, -- and the marvellous manner in which she had escaped,
made that appear to him rather a favor of providence than a
real misfortune, -- the loss occasioned by the conflagration
was to him but a trifle.

The next dayat the usual hourthe two young peasants
were on the borders of the forest. Luigi arrived first. He
came toward Teresa in high spiritsand seemed to have
completely forgotten the events of the previous evening. The
young girl was very pensivebut seeing Luigi so cheerful
she on her part assumed a smiling airwhich was natural to
her when she was not excited or in a passion. Luigi took her
arm beneath his ownand led her to the door of the grotto.
Then he paused. The young girlperceiving that there was
something extraordinarylooked at him steadfastly.
`Teresa' said Luigi`yesterday evening you told me you
would give all the world to have a costume similar to that
of the count's daughter.' -- `Yes' replied Teresa with
astonishment; `but I was mad to utter such a wish.' -- `And
I repliedVery well, you shall have it.' -- `Yes'
replied the young girlwhose astonishment increased at
every word uttered by Luigi`but of course your reply was
only to please me.'

`I have promised no more than I have given you, Teresa,'
said Luigi proudly. `Go into the grotto and dress yourself.'
At these words he drew away the stone, and showed Teresa the
grotto, lighted up by two wax lights, which burnt on each
side of a splendid mirror; on a rustic table, made by Luigi,
were spread out the pearl necklace and the diamond pins, and
on a chair at the side was laid the rest of the costume.

Teresa uttered a cry of joyandwithout inquiring whence
this attire cameor even thanking Luigidarted into the
grottotransformed into a dressing-room. Luigi pushed the
stone behind herfor on the crest of a small adjacent hill

which cut off the view toward Palestrinahe saw a traveller
on horsebackstopping a momentas if uncertain of his
roadand thus presenting against the blue sky that perfect
outline which is peculiar to distant objects in southern
climes. When he saw Luigihe put his horse into a gallop
and advanced toward him. Luigi was not mistaken. The
travellerwho was going from Palestrina to Tivolihad
mistaken his way; the young man directed him; but as at a
distance of a quarter of a mile the road again divided into
three waysand on reaching these the traveller might again
stray from his routehe begged Luigi to be his guide. Luigi
threw his cloak on the groundplaced his carbine on his
shoulderand freed from his heavy coveringpreceded the
traveller with the rapid step of a mountaineerwhich a
horse can scarcely keep up with. In ten minutes Luigi and
the traveller reached the cross-roads. On arriving there
with an air as majestic as that of an emperorhe stretched
his hand towards that one of the roads which the traveller
was to follow. -- "That is your roadexcellencyand now
you cannot again mistake.' -- `And here is your recompense'
said the travelleroffering the young herdsman some small
pieces of money.

`Thank you,' said Luigi, drawing back his hand; `I render a
service, I do not sell it.' -- `Well,' replied the
traveller, who seemed used to this difference between the
servility of a man of the cities and the pride of the
mountaineer, `if you refuse wages, you will, perhaps, accept
a gift.' -- `Ah, yes, that is another thing.' -- `Then,'
said the traveller, `take these two Venetian sequins and
give them to your bride, to make herself a pair of

`And then do you take this poniard' said the young
herdsman; `you will not find one better carved between
Albano and Civita-Castellana.'

`I accept it,' answered the traveller, `but then the
obligation will be on my side, for this poniard is worth
more than two sequins.' -- `For a dealer perhaps; but for
me, who engraved it myself, it is hardly worth a piastre.'

`What is your name?' inquired the traveller. -- `Luigi
Vampa' replied the shepherdwith the same air as he would
have repliedAlexanderKing of Macedon. -- `And yours?' -`
I' said the traveller`am called Sinbad the Sailor.'"
Franz d'Epinay started with surprise.

Sinbad the Sailor.he said.

Yes,replied the narrator; "that was the name which the
traveller gave to Vampa as his own."

Well, and what may you have to say against this name?
inquired Albert; "it is a very pretty nameand the
adventures of the gentleman of that name amused me very much
in my youthI must confess." -- Franz said no more. The
name of Sinbad the Sailoras may well be supposedawakened
in him a world of recollectionsas had the name of the
Count of Monte Cristo on the previous evening.

Proceed!said he to the host.

Vampa put the two sequins haughtily into his pocket, and

slowly returned by the way he had gone. As he came within
two or three hundred paces of the grotto, he thought he
heard a cry. He listened to know whence this sound could
proceed. A moment afterwards he thought he heard his own
name pronounced distinctly. The cry proceeded from the
grotto. He bounded like a chamois, cocking his carbine as he
went, and in a moment reached the summit of a hill opposite
to that on which he had perceived the traveller. Three cries
for help came more distinctly to his ear. He cast his eyes
around him and saw a man carrying off Teresa, as Nessus, the
centaur, carried Dejanira. This man, who was hastening
towards the wood, was already three-quarters of the way on
the road from the grotto to the forest. Vampa measured the
distance; the man was at least two hundred paces in advance
of him, and there was not a chance of overtaking him. The
young shepherd stopped, as if his feet had been rooted to
the ground; then he put the butt of his carbine to his
shoulder, took aim at the ravisher, followed him for a
second in his track, and then fired. The ravisher stopped
suddenly, his knees bent under him, and he fell with Teresa
in his arms. The young girl rose instantly, but the man lay
on the earth struggling in the agonies of death. Vampa then
rushed towards Teresa; for at ten paces from the dying man
her legs had failed her, and she had dropped on her knees,
so that the young man feared that the ball that had brought
down his enemy, had also wounded his betrothed. Fortunately,
she was unscathed, and it was fright alone that had overcome
Teresa. When Luigi had assured himself that she was safe and
unharmed, he turned towards the wounded man. He had just
expired, with clinched hands, his mouth in a spasm of agony,
and his hair on end in the sweat of death. His eyes remained
open and menacing. Vampa approached the corpse, and
recognized Cucumetto. From the day on which the bandit had
been saved by the two young peasants, he had been enamoured
of Teresa, and had sworn she should be his. From that time
he had watched them, and profiting by the moment when her
lover had left her alone, had carried her off, and believed
he at length had her in his power, when the ball, directed
by the unerring skill of the young herdsman, had pierced his
heart. Vampa gazed on him for a moment without betraying the
slightest emotion; while, on the contrary, Teresa,
shuddering in every limb, dared not approach the slain
ruffian but by degrees, and threw a hesitating glance at the
dead body over the shoulder of her lover. Suddenly Vampa
turned toward his mistress: -- `Ah,' said he -- `good, good!
You are dressed; it is now my turn to dress myself.'

Teresa was clothed from head to foot in the garb of the
Count of San-Felice's daughter. Vampa took Cucumetto's body
in his arms and conveyed it to the grottowhile in her turn
Teresa remained outside. If a second traveller had passed
he would have seen a strange thing-- a shepherdess
watching her flockclad in a cashmere grownwith ear-rings
and necklace of pearlsdiamond pinsand buttons of
sapphiresemeraldsand rubies. He wouldno doubthave
believed that he had returned to the times of Florianand
would have declaredon reaching Paristhat he had met an
Alpine shepherdess seated at the foot of the Sabine Hill. At
the end of a quarter of an hour Vampa quitted the grotto;
his costume was no less elegant than that of Teresa. He wore
a vest of garnet-colored velvetwith buttons of cut gold; a
silk waistcoat covered with embroidery; a Roman scarf tied
round his neck; a cartridge-box worked with goldand red
and green silk; sky-blue velvet breechesfastened above the

knee with diamond buckles; garters of deerskinworked with
a thousand arabesquesand a hat whereon hung ribbons of all
colors; two watches hung from his girdleand a splendid
poniard was in his belt. Teresa uttered a cry of admiration.
Vampa in this attire resembled a painting by Leopold Robert
or Schnetz. He had assumed the entire costume of Cucumetto.
The young man saw the effect produced on his betrothedand
a smile of pride passed over his lips. -- `Now' he said to
Teresa`are you ready to share my fortunewhatever it may
be?' -- `Ohyes!' exclaimed the young girl
enthusiastically. -- `And follow me wherever I go?' -- `To
the world's end.' -- `Then take my armand let us on; we
have no time to lose.' -- The young girl did so without
questioning her lover as to where he was conducting herfor
he appeared to her at this moment as handsomeproudand
powerful as a god. They went towards the forestand soon
entered it. We need scarcely say that all the paths of the
mountain were known to Vampa; he therefore went forward
without a moment's hesitationalthough there was no beaten
trackbut he knew his path by looking at the trees and
bushesand thus they kept on advancing for nearly an hour
and a half. At the end of this time they had reached the
thickest of the forest. A torrentwhose bed was dryled
into a deep gorge. Vampa took this wild roadwhich
enclosed between two ridgesand shadowed by the tufted
umbrage of the pinesseemedbut for the difficulties of
its descentthat path to Avernus of which Virgil speaks.
Teresa had become alarmed at the wild and deserted look of
the plain around herand pressed closely against her guide
not uttering a syllable; but as she saw him advance with
even step and composed countenanceshe endeavored to
repress her emotion. Suddenlyabout ten paces from thema
man advanced from behind a tree and aimed at Vampa. -- `Not
another step' he said`or you are a dead man.' -- `What
then' said Vamparaising his hand with a gesture of
disdainwhile Teresano longer able to restrain her alarm
clung closely to him`do wolves rend each other?' -- `Who
are you?' inquired the sentinel. -- `I am Luigi Vampa
shepherd of the San-Felice farm.' -- `What do you want?' -`
I would speak with your companions who are in the glade at
Rocca Bianca.' -- `Follow methen' said the sentinel; `or
as you know your waygo first.' -- Vampa smiled
disdainfully at this precaution on the part of the bandit
went before Teresaand continued to advance with the same
firm and easy step as before. At the end of ten minutes the
bandit made them a sign to stop. The two young persons
obeyed. Then the bandit thrice imitated the cry of a crow; a
croak answered this signal. -- `Good!' said the sentry`you
may now go on.' -- Luigi and Teresa again set forward; as
they went on Teresa clung tremblingly to her lover at the
sight of weapons and the glistening of carbines through the
trees. The retreat of Rocca Bianca was at the top of a small
mountainwhich no doubt in former days had been a volcano
-- an extinct volcano before the days when Remus and Romulus
had deserted Alba to come and found the city of Rome. Teresa
and Luigi reached the summitand all at once found
themselves in the presence of twenty bandits. `Here is a
young man who seeks and wishes to speak to you' said the
sentinel. -- `What has he to say?' inquired the young man
who was in command in the chief's absence. -- `I wish to say
that I am tired of a shepherd's life' was Vampa's reply. -`
AhI understand' said the lieutenant; `and you seek
admittance into our ranks?' -- `Welcome!' cried several
bandits from FerrusinoPampinaraand Anagniwho had

recognized Luigi Vampa. -- `Yesbut I came to ask something
more than to be your companion.' -- `And what may that be?'
inquired the bandits with astonishment. -- `I come to ask to
be your captain' said the young man. The bandits shouted
with laughter. `And what have you done to aspire to this
honor?' demanded the lieutenant. -- `I have killed your
chiefCucumettowhose dress I now wear; and I set fire to
the villa San-Felice to procure a wedding-dress for my
betrothed.' An hour afterwards Luigi Vampa was chosen
captainvice Cucumetto deceased."

Well, my dear Albert,said Franzturning towards his
friend; "what think you of citizen Luigi Vampa?"

I say he is a myth,replied Albertand never had an

And what may a myth be?inquired Pastrini.

The explanation would be too long, my dear landlord,
replied Franz.

And you say that Signor Vampa exercises his profession at
this moment in the environs of Rome?

And with a boldness of which no bandit before him ever gave
an example.

Then the police have vainly tried to lay hands on him?

Why, you see, he has a good understanding with the
shepherds in the plains, the fishermen of the Tiber, and the
smugglers of the coast. They seek for him in the mountains,
and he is on the waters; they follow him on the waters, and
he is on the open sea; then they pursue him, and he has
suddenly taken refuge in the islands, at Giglio, Guanouti,
or Monte Cristo; and when they hunt for him there, he
reappears suddenly at Albano, Tivoli, or La Riccia.

And how does he behave towards travellers?

Alas! his plan is very simple. It depends on the distance
he may be from the city, whether he gives eight hours,
twelve hours, or a day wherein to pay their ransom; and when
that time has elapsed he allows another hour's grace. At the
sixtieth minute of this hour, if the money is not
forthcoming, he blows out the prisoner's brains with a
pistol-shot, or plants his dagger in his heart, and that
settles the account.

Well, Albert,inquired Franz of his companionare you
still disposed to go to the Colosseum by the outer wall?

Quite so,said Albertif the way be picturesque.The
clock struck nine as the door openedand a coachman
appeared. "Excellencies said he, the coach is ready."

Well, then,said Franzlet us to the Colosseum.

By the Porta del Popolo or by the streets, your

By the streets, morbleu, by the streets!cried Franz.

Ah, my dear fellow,said Albertrisingand lighting his
third cigarreally, I thought you had more courage.So
sayingthe two young men went down the staircaseand got
into the carriage.

Chapter 34
The Colosseum.

Franz had so managed his routethat during the ride to the
Colosseum they passed not a single ancient ruinso that no
preliminary impression interfered to mitigate the colossal
proportions of the gigantic building they came to admire.
The road selected was a continuation of the Via Sistina;
then by cutting off the right angle of the street in which
stands Santa Maria Maggiore and proceeding by the Via Urbana
and San Pietro in Vincolithe travellers would find
themselves directly opposite the Colosseum. This itinerary
possessed another great advantage-- that of leaving Franz
at full liberty to indulge his deep reverie upon the subject
of Signor Pastrini's storyin which his mysterious host of
Monte Cristo was so strangely mixed up. Seated with folded
arms in a corner of the carriagehe continued to ponder
over the singular history he had so lately listened toand
to ask himself an interminable number of questions touching
its various circumstances withouthoweverarriving at a
satisfactory reply to any of them. One fact more than the
rest brought his friend "Sinbad the Sailor" back to his
recollectionand that was the mysterious sort of intimacy
that seemed to exist between the brigands and the sailors;
and Pastrini's account of Vampa's having found refuge on
board the vessels of smugglers and fishermenreminded Franz
of the two Corsican bandits he had found supping so amicably
with the crew of the little yachtwhich had even deviated
from its course and touched at Porto-Vecchio for the sole
purpose of landing them. The very name assumed by his host
of Monte Cristo and again repeated by the landlord of the
Hotel de Londresabundantly proved to him that his island
friend was playing his philanthropic part on the shores of
PiombinoCivita-VecchioOstiaand Gaetaas on those of
CorsicaTuscanyand Spain; and furtherFranz bethought
him of having heard his singular entertainer speak both of
Tunis and Palermoproving thereby how largely his circle of
acquaintances extended.

But however the mind of the young man might he absorbed in
these reflectionsthey were at once dispersed at the sight
of the dark frowning ruins of the stupendous Colosseum
through the various openings of which the pale moonlight
played and flickered like the unearthly gleam from the eyes
of the wandering dead. The carriage stopped near the Meta
Sudans; the door was openedand the young meneagerly
alightingfound themselves opposite a ciceronewho
appeared to have sprung up from the groundso unexpected
was his appearance.

The usual guide from the hotel having followed themthey
had paid two conductorsnor is it possibleat Rometo
avoid this abundant supply of guides; besides the ordinary
ciceronewho seizes upon you directly you set foot in your
hoteland never quits you while you remain in the city
there is also a special cicerone belonging to each monument
-- nayalmost to each part of a monument. It may

thereforebe easily imagined there is no scarcity of guides
at the Colosseumthat wonder of all ageswhich Martial
thus eulogizes: "Let Memphis cease to boast the barbarous
miracles of her pyramidsand the wonders of Babylon be
talked of no more among us; all must bow to the superiority
of the gigantic labor of the Caesarsand the many voices of
Fame spread far and wide the surpassing merits of this
incomparable monument."

As for Albert and Franzthey essayed not to escape from
their ciceronian tyrants; andindeedit would have been so
much the more difficult to break their bondageas the
guides alone are permitted to visit these monuments with
torches in their hands. Thusthenthe young men made no
attempt at resistancebut blindly and confidingly
surrendered themselves into the care and custody of their
conductors. Albert had already made seven or eight similar
excursions to the Colosseumwhile his less favored
companion trod for the first time in his life the classic
ground forming the monument of Flavius Vespasian; andto
his credit be it spokenhis mindeven amid the glib
loquacity of the guideswas duly and deeply touched with
awe and enthusiastic admiration of all he saw; and certainly
no adequate notion of these stupendous ruins can be formed
save by such as have visited themand more especially by
moonlightat which time the vast proportions of the
building appear twice as large when viewed by the mysterious
beams of a southern moonlit skywhose rays are sufficiently
clear and vivid to light the horizon with a glow equal to
the soft twilight of an eastern clime. Scarcelytherefore
had the reflective Franz walked a hundred steps beneath the
interior porticoes of the ruinthanabandoning Albert to
the guides (who would by no means yield their prescriptive
right of carrying their victims through the routine
regularly laid downand as regularly followed by thembut
dragged the unconscious visitor to the various objects with
a pertinacity that admitted of no appealbeginningas a
matter of coursewith the Lions' Denand finishing with
Caesar's "Podium), to escape a jargon and mechanical
survey of the wonders by which he was surrounded, Franz
ascended a half-dilapidated staircase, and, leaving them to
follow their monotonous round, seated himself at the foot of
a column, and immediately opposite a large aperture, which
permitted him to enjoy a full and undisturbed view of the
gigantic dimensions of the majestic ruin.

Franz had remained for nearly a quarter of an hour perfectly
hidden by the shadow of the vast column at whose base he had
found a resting-place, and from whence his eyes followed the
motions of Albert and his guides, who, holding torches in
their hands, had emerged from a vomitarium at the opposite
extremity of the Colosseum, and then again disappeared down
the steps conducting to the seats reserved for the Vestal
virgins, resembling, as they glided along, some restless
shades following the flickering glare of so many
ignes-fatui. All at once his ear caught a sound resembling
that of a stone rolling down the staircase opposite the one
by which he had himself ascended. There was nothing
remarkable in the circumstance of a fragment of granite
giving way and falling heavily below; but it seemed to him
that the substance that fell gave way beneath the pressure
of a foot, and also that some one, who endeavored as much as
possible to prevent his footsteps from being heard, was
approaching the spot where he sat. Conjecture soon became

certainty, for the figure of a man was distinctly visible to
Franz, gradually emerging from the staircase opposite, upon
which the moon was at that moment pouring a full tide of
silvery brightness.

The stranger thus presenting himself was probably a person
who, like Franz, preferred the enjoyment of solitude and his
own thoughts to the frivolous gabble of the guides. And his
appearance had nothing extraordinary in it; but the
hesitation with which he proceeded, stopping and listening
with anxious attention at every step he took, convinced
Franz that he expected the arrival of some person. By a sort
of instinctive impulse, Franz withdrew as much as possible
behind his pillar. About ten feet from the spot where he and
the stranger were, the roof had given way, leaving a large
round opening, through which might be seen the blue vault of
heaven, thickly studded with stars. Around this opening,
which had, possibly, for ages permitted a free entrance to
the brilliant moonbeams that now illumined the vast pile,
grew a quantity of creeping plants, whose delicate green
branches stood out in bold relief against the clear azure of
the firmament, while large masses of thick, strong fibrous
shoots forced their way through the chasm, and hung floating
to and fro, like so many waving strings. The person whose
mysterious arrival had attracted the attention of Franz
stood in a kind of half-light, that rendered it impossible
to distinguish his features, although his dress was easily
made out. He wore a large brown mantle, one fold of which,
thrown over his left shoulder, served likewise to mask the
lower part of his countenance, while the upper part was
completely hidden by his broad-brimmed hat. The lower part
of his dress was more distinctly visible by the bright rays
of the moon, which, entering through the broken ceiling,
shed their refulgent beams on feet cased in elegantly made
boots of polished leather, over which descended fashionably
cut trousers of black cloth.

From the imperfect means Franz had of judging, he could only
come to one conclusion, -- that the person whom he was thus
watching certainly belonged to no inferior station of life.
Some few minutes had elapsed, and the stranger began to show
manifest signs of impatience, when a slight noise was heard
outside the aperture in the roof, and almost immediately a
dark shadow seemed to obstruct the flood of light that had
entered it, and the figure of a man was clearly seen gazing
with eager scrutiny on the immense space beneath him; then,
as his eye caught sight of him in the mantle, he grasped a
floating mass of thickly matted boughs, and glided down by
their help to within three or four feet of the ground, and
then leaped lightly on his feet. The man who had performed
this daring act with so much indifference wore the
Transtevere costume. I beg your excellency's pardon for
keeping you waiting said the man, in the Roman dialect,
but I don't think I'm many minutes after my timeten
o'clock his just struck on the Lateran."

Say not a word about being late,replied the stranger in
purest Tuscan; "'tis I who am too soon. But even if you had
caused me to wait a little whileI should have felt quite
sure that the delay was not occasioned by any fault of

Your excellency is perfectly right in so thinking,said
the man; "I came here direct from the Castle of St. Angelo

and I had an immense deal of trouble before I could get a
chance to speak to Beppo."

And who is Beppo?

Oh, Beppo is employed in the prison, and I give him so much
a year to let me know what is going on within his holiness's

Indeed! You are a provident person, I see.

Why, you see, no one knows what may happen. Perhaps some of
these days I may be entrapped, 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.

Briefly, what did you glean?

That two executions of considerable interest will take
place the day after to-morrow at two o'clock, as is
customary at Rome at the commencement of all great
festivals. One of the culprits will be mazzolato;* he is an
atrocious villain, who murdered the priest who brought him
up, and deserves not the smallest pity. The other sufferer
is sentenced to be decapitato;** and he, your excellency, is
poor Peppino.

* Knocked on the head.
** Beheaded.
The fact is, that you have inspired not only the pontifical
government, but also the neighboring states, with such
extreme fear, that they are glad of all opportunity of
making an example.

But Peppino did not even belong to my band: he was merely a
poor shepherd, whose only crime consisted in furnishing us
with provisions.

Which makes him your accomplice to all intents and
purposes. But mark the distinction with which he is treated;
instead of being knocked on the head as you would be if once
they caught hold of you, he is simply sentenced to be
guillotined, by which means, too, the amusements of the day
are diversified, and there is a spectacle to please every

Without reckoning the wholly unexpected one I am preparing
to surprise them with.

My good friend,said the man in the cloakexcuse me for
saying that you seem to me precisely in the mood to commit
some wild or extravagant act.

Perhaps I am; but one thing I have resolved on, and that
is, to stop at nothing to restore a poor devil to liberty,
who has got into this scrape solely from having served me. I
should hate and despise myself as a coward did I desert the
brave fellow in his present extremity.

And what do you mean to do?

To surround the scaffold with twenty of my best men, who,
at a signal from me, will rush forward directly Peppino is

brought for execution, and, by the assistance of their
stilettos, drive back the guard, and carry off the

That seems to me as hazardous as uncertain, and convinces
me that my scheme is far better than yours.

And what is your excellency's project?

Just this. I will so advantageously bestow 2,000 piastres,
that the person receiving them shall obtain a respite till
next year for Peppino; and during that year, another
skilfully placed 1,000 piastres will afford him the means of
escaping from his prison.

And do you feel sure of succeeding?

Pardieu!exclaimed the man in the cloaksuddenly
expressing himself in French.

What did your excellency say?inquired the other.

I said, my good fellow, that I would do more single-handed
by the means of gold than you and all your troop could
effect with stilettos, pistols, carbines, and blunderbusses
included. Leave me, then, to act, and have no fears for the

At least, there can be no harm in myself and party being in
readiness, in case your excellency should fail.

None whatever. Take what precautions you please, if it is
any satisfaction to you to do so; but rely upon my obtaining
the reprieve I seek.

Remember, the execution is fixed for the day after
tomorrow, and that you have but one day to work in.

And what of that? Is not a day divided into twenty-four
hours, each hour into sixty minutes, and every minute
sub-divided into sixty seconds? Now in 86,400 seconds very
many things can be done.

And how shall I know whether your excellency has succeeded
or not.

Oh, that is very easily arranged. I have engaged the three
lower windows at the Cafe Rospoli; should I have obtained
the requisite pardon for Peppino, the two outside windows
will be hung with yellow damasks, and the centre with white,
having a large cross in red marked on it.

And whom will you employ to carry the reprieve to the
officer directing the execution?

Send one of your men, disguised as a penitent friar, and I
will give it to him. His dress will procure him the means of
approaching the scaffold itself, and he will deliver the
official order to the officer, who, in his turn, will hand
it to the executioner; in the meantime, it will be as well
to acquaint Peppino with what we have determined on, if it
be only to prevent his dying of fear or losing his senses,
because in either case a very useless expense will have been

Your excellency,said the manyou are fully persuaded of
my entire devotion to you, are you not?

Nay, I flatter myself that there can be no doubt of it,
replied the cavalier in the cloak.

Well, then, only fulfil your promise of rescuing Peppino,
and henceforward you shall receive not only devotion, but
the most absolute obedience from myself and those under me
that one human being can render to another.

Have a care how far you pledge yourself, my good friend,
for I may remind you of your promise at some, perhaps, not
very distant period, when I, in my turn, may require your
aid and influence.

Let that day come sooner or later, your excellency will
find me what I have found you in this my heavy trouble; and
if from the other end of the world you but write me word to
do such or such a thing, you may regard it as done, for done
it shall be, on the word and faith of-

Hush!interrupted the stranger; "I hear a noise."

'Tis some travellers, who are visiting the Colosseum by

'Twere better we should not be seen together; those guides
are nothing but spies, and might possibly recognize you;
and, however I may be honored by your friendship, my worthy
friend, if once the extent of our intimacy were known, I am
sadly afraid both my reputation and credit would suffer

Well, then, if you obtain the reprieve?

The middle window at the Cafe Rospoli will be hung with
white damask, bearing a red cross.

And if you fail?

Then all three windows will have yellow draperies.

And then?

And then, my good fellow, use your daggers in any way you
please, and I further promise you to be there as a spectator
of your prowess.

We understand each other perfectly, then. Adieu, your
excellency; depend upon me as firmly as I do upon you.

Saying these wordsthe Transteverin disappeared down the
staircasewhile his companionmuffling his features more
closely than before in the folds of his mantlepassed
almost close to Franzand descended to the arena by an
outward flight of steps. The next minute Franz heard himself
called by Albertwho made the lofty building re-echo with
the sound of his friend's name. Franzhoweverdid not obey
the summons till he had satisfied himself that the two men
whose conversation he had overheard were at a sufficient
distance to prevent his encountering them in his descent. In
ten minutes after the strangers had departedFranz was on

the road to the Piazza de Spagnilistening with studied
indifference to the learned dissertation delivered by
Albertafter the manner of Pliny and Calpurniustouching
the iron-pointed nets used to prevent the ferocious beasts
from springing on the spectators. Franz let him proceed
without interruptionandin factdid not hear what was
said; he longed to be aloneand free to ponder over all
that had occurred. One of the two menwhose mysterious
meeting in the Colosseum he had so unintentionally
witnessedwas an entire stranger to himbut not so the
other; and though Franz had been unable to distinguish his
featuresfrom his being either wrapped in his mantle or
obscured by the shadowthe tones of his voice had made too
powerful an impression on him the first time he had heard
them for him ever again to forget themhear them when or
where he might. It was more especially when this man was
speaking in a manner half jestinghalf bitterthat Franz's
ear recalled most vividly the deep sonorousyet
well-pitched voice that had addressed him in the grotto of
Monte Cristoand which he heard for the second time amid
the darkness and ruined grandeur of the Colosseum. And the
more he thoughtthe more entire was his convictionthat
the person who wore the mantle was no other than his former
host and entertainerSinbad the Sailor.

Under any other circumstancesFranz would have found it
impossible to resist his extreme curiosity to know more of
so singular a personageand with that intent have sought to
renew their short acquaintance; but in the present instance
the confidential nature of the conversation he had overheard
made himwith proprietyjudge that his appearance at such
a time would be anything but agreeable. As we have seen
thereforehe permitted his former host to retire without
attempting a recognitionbut fully promising himself a rich
indemnity for his present forbearance should chance afford
him another opportunity. In vain did Franz endeavor to
forget the many perplexing thoughts which assailed him; in
vain did he court the refreshment of sleep. Slumber refused
to visit his eyelids and the night was passed in feverish
contemplation of the chain of circumstances tending to prove
the identity of the mysterious visitant to the Colosseum
with the inhabitant of the grotto of Monte Cristo; and the
more he thoughtthe firmer grew his opinion on the subject.
Worn out at lengthhe fell asleep at daybreakand did not
awake till late. Like a genuine FrenchmanAlbert had
employed his time in arranging for the evening's diversion;
he had sent to engage a box at the Teatro Argentino; and
Franzhaving a number of letters to writerelinquished the
carriage to Albert for the whole of the day. At five o'clock
Albert returneddelighted with his day's work; he had been
occupied in leaving his letters of introductionand had
received in return more invitations to balls and routs than
it would be possible for him to accept; besides thishe had
seen (as he called it) all the remarkable sights at Rome.
Yesin a single day he had accomplished what his more
serious-minded companion would have taken weeks to effect.
Neither had he neglected to ascertain the name of the piece
to be played that night at the Teatro Argentinoand also
what performers appeared in it.

The opera of "Parisina" was announced for representation
and the principal actors were CoselliMorianiand La
Specchia. The young menthereforehad reason to consider
themselves fortunate in having the opportunity of hearing

one of the best works by the composer of "Lucia di
Lammermoor supported by three of the most renowned
vocalists of Italy. Albert had never been able to endure the
Italian theatres, with their orchestras from which it is
impossible to see, and the absence of balconies, or open
boxes; all these defects pressed hard on a man who had had
his stall at the Bouffes, and had shared a lower box at the
Opera. Still, in spite of this, Albert displayed his most
dazzling and effective costumes each time he visited the
theatres; but, alas, his elegant toilet was wholly thrown
away, and one of the most worthy representatives of Parisian
fashion had to carry with him the mortifying reflection that
he had nearly overrun Italy without meeting with a single

Sometimes Albert would affect to make a joke of his want of
success; but internally he was deeply wounded, and his
self-love immensely piqued, to think that Albert de Morcerf,
the most admired and most sought after of any young person
of his day, should thus be passed over, and merely have his
labor for his pains. And the thing was so much the more
annoying, as, according to the characteristic modesty of a
Frenchman, Albert had quitted Paris with the full conviction
that he had only to show himself in Italy to carry all
before him, and that upon his return he should astonish the
Parisian world with the recital of his numerous
love-affairs. Alas, poor Albert! none of those interesting
adventures fell in his way; the lovely Genoese, Florentines,
and Neapolitans were all faithful, if not to their husbands,
at least to their lovers, and thought not of changing even
for the splendid appearance of Albert de Morcerf; and all he
gained was the painful conviction that the ladies of Italy
have this advantage over those of France, that they are
faithful even in their infidelity. Yet he could not restrain
a hope that in Italy, as elsewhere, there might be an
exception to the general rule. Albert, besides being an
elegant, well-looking young man, was also possessed of
considerable talent and ability; moreover, he was a viscount
-- a recently created one, certainly, but in the present day
it is not necessary to go as far back as Noah in tracing a
descent, and a genealogical tree is equally estimated,
whether dated from 1399 or merely 1815; but to crown all
these advantages, Albert de Morcerf commanded an income of
50,000 livres, a more than sufficient sum to render him a
personage of considerable importance in Paris. It was
therefore no small mortification to him to have visited most
of the principal cities in Italy without having excited the
most trifling observation. Albert, however, hoped to
indemnify himself for all these slights and indifferences
during the Carnival, knowing full well that among the
different states and kingdoms in which this festivity is
celebrated, Rome is the spot where even the wisest and
gravest throw off the usual rigidity of their lives, and
deign to mingle in the follies of this time of liberty and

The Carnival was to commence on the morrow; therefore Albert
had not an instant to lose in setting forth the programme of
his hopes, expectations, and claims to notice. With this
design he had engaged a box in the most conspicuous part of
the theatre, and exerted himself to set off his personal
attractions by the aid of the most rich and elaborate
toilet. The box taken by Albert was in the first circle;
although each of the three tiers of boxes is deemed equally

aristocratic, and is, for this reason, generally styled the
nobility's boxes and although the box engaged for the two
friends was sufficiently capacious to contain at least a
dozen persons, it had cost less than would be paid at some
of the French theatres for one admitting merely four
occupants. Another motive had influenced Albert's selection
of his seat, -- who knew but that, thus advantageously
placed, he might not in truth attract the notice of some
fair Roman, and an introduction might ensue that would
procure him the offer of a seat in a carriage, or a place in
a princely balcony, from which he might behold the gayeties
of the Carnival? These united considerations made Albert
more lively and anxious to please than he had hitherto been.
Totally disregarding the business of the stage, he leaned
from his box and began attentively scrutinizing the beauty
of each pretty woman, aided by a powerful opera-glass; but,
alas, this attempt to attract notice wholly failed; not even
curiosity had been excited, and it was but too apparent that
the lovely creatures, into whose good graces he was desirous
of stealing, were all so much engrossed with themselves,
their lovers, or their own thoughts, that they had not so
much as noticed him or the manipulation of his glass.

The truth was, that the anticipated pleasures of the
Carnival, with the holy week" that was to succeed itso
filled every fair breastas to prevent the least attention
being bestowed even on the business of the stage. The actors
made their entries and exits unobserved or unthought of; at
certain conventional momentsthe spectators would suddenly
cease their conversationor rouse themselves from their
musingsto listen to some brilliant effort of Moriani'sa
well-executed recitative by Cosellior to join in loud
applause at the wonderful powers of La Specchia; but that
momentary excitement overthey quickly relapsed into their
former state of preoccupation or interesting conversation.
Towards the close of the first actthe door of a box which
had been hitherto vacant was opened; a lady entered to whom
Franz had been introduced in Pariswhere indeedhe had
imagined she still was. The quick eye of Albert caught the
involuntary start with which his friend beheld the new
arrivalandturning to himhe said hastilyDo you know
the woman who has just entered that box?

Yes; what do you think of her?

Oh, she is perfectly lovely -- what a complexion! And such
magnificent hair! Is she French?

No; a Venetian.

And her name is --

Countess G---- .

Ah, I know her by name!exclaimed Albert; "she is said to
possess as much wit and cleverness as beauty. I was to have
been presented to her when I met her at Madame Villefort's

Shall I assist you in repairing your negligence?asked

My dear fellow, are you really on such good terms with her
as to venture to take me to her box?

Why, I have only had the honor of being in her society and
conversing with her three or four times in my life; but you
know that even such an acquaintance as that might warrant my
doing what you ask.At that instantthe countess perceived
Franzand graciously waved her hand to himto which he
replied by a respectful inclination of the head. "Upon my
word said Albert, you seem to be on excellent terms with
the beautiful countess."

You are mistaken in thinking so,returned Franz calmly;
but you merely fall into the same error which leads so many
of our countrymen to commit the most egregious blunders, -I
mean that of judging the habits and customs of Italy and
Spain by our Parisian notions; believe me, nothing is more
fallacious than to form any estimate of the degree of
intimacy you may suppose existing among persons by the
familiar terms they seem upon; there is a similarity of
feeling at this instant between ourselves and the countess
-- nothing more.

Is there, indeed, my good fellow? Pray tell me, is it
sympathy of heart?

No; of taste,continued Franz gravely.

And in what manner has this congeniality of mind been

By the countess's visiting the Colosseum, as we did last
night, by moonlight, and nearly alone.

You were with her, then?

I was.

And what did you say to her?

Oh, we talked of the illustrious dead of whom that
magnificent ruin is a glorious monument!

Upon my word,cried Albertyou must have been a very
entertaining companion alone, or all but alone, with a
beautiful woman in such a place of sentiment as the
Colosseum, and yet to find nothing better a talk about than
the dead! All I can say is, if ever I should get such a
chance, the living should be my theme.

And you will probably find your theme ill-chosen.

But,said Albertbreaking in upon his discoursenever
mind the past; let us only remember the present. Are you not
going to keep your promise of introducing me to the fair
subject of our remarks?

Certainly, directly the curtain falls on the stage.

What a confounded time this first act takes. I believe, on
my soul, that they never mean to finish it.

Oh, yes, they will; only listen to that charming finale.
How exquisitely Coselli sings his part.

But what an awkward, inelegant fellow he is.

Well, then, what do you say to La Specchia? Did you ever
see anything more perfect than her acting?

Why, you know, my dear fellow, when one has been accustomed
to Malibran and Sontag, such singers as these don't make the
same impression on you they perhaps do on others.

At least, you must admire Moriani's style and execution.

I never fancied men of his dark, ponderous appearance
singing with a voice like a woman's.

My good friend,said Franzturning to himwhile Albert
continued to point his glass at every box in the theatre
you seem determined not to approve; you are really too
difficult to please.The curtain at length fell on the
performancesto the infinite satisfaction of the Viscount
of Morcerfwho seized his hatrapidly passed his fingers
through his hairarranged his cravat and wristbandsand
signified to Franz that he was waiting for him to lead the
way. Franzwho had mutely interrogated the countessand
received from her a gracious smile in token that he would be
welcomesought not to retard the gratification of Albert's
eager impatiencebut began at once the tour of the house
closely followed by Albertwho availed himself of the few
minutes required to reach the opposite side of the theatre
to settle the height and smoothness of his collarand to
arrange the lappets of his coat. This important task was
just completed as they arrived at the countess's box. At the
knockthe door was immediately openedand the young man
who was seated beside the countessin obedience to the
Italian custominstantly rose and surrendered his place to
the strangerswhoin turnwould be expected to retire
upon the arrival of other visitors.

Franz presented Albert as one of the most distinguished
young men of the dayboth as regarded his position in
society and extraordinary talents; nor did he say more than
the truthfor in Paris and the circle in which the viscount
movedhe was looked upon and cited as a model of
perfection. Franz added that his companiondeeply grieved
at having been prevented the honor of being presented to the
countess during her sojourn in Pariswas most anxious to
make up for itand had requested him (Franz) to remedy the
past misfortune by conducting him to her boxand concluded
by asking pardon for his presumption in having taken it upon
himself to do so. The countessin replybowed gracefully
to Albertand extended her hand with cordial kindness to
Franz; theninviting Albert to take the vacant seat beside
hershe recommended Franz to take the next bestif he
wished to view the balletand pointed to the one behind her
own chair. Albert was soon deeply engrossed in discoursing
upon Paris and Parisian mattersspeaking to the countess of
the various persons they both knew there. Franz perceived
how completely he was in his element; andunwilling to
interfere with the pleasure he so evidently felttook up
Albert's glassand began in his turn to survey the
audience. Sitting alonein the front of a box immediately
oppositebut situated on the third rowwas a woman of
exquisite beautydressed in a Greek costumewhich
evidentlyfrom the ease and grace with which she wore it
was her national attire. Behind herbut in deep shadowwas
the outline of a masculine figure; but the features of this

latter personage it was not possible to distinguish. Franz
could not forbear breaking in upon the apparently
interesting conversation passing between the countess and
Albertto inquire of the former if she knew who was the
fair Albanian oppositesince beauty such as hers was well
worthy of being observed by either sex. "All I can tell
about her replied the countess, isthat she has been at
Rome since the beginning of the season; for I saw her where
she now sits the very first night of the seasonand since
then she has never missed a performance. Sometimes she is
accompanied by the person who is now with herand at others
she is merely attended by a black servant."

And what do you think of her personal appearance?

Oh, I consider her perfectly lovely -- she is just my idea
of what Medora must have been.

Franz and the countess exchanged a smileand then the
latter resumed her conversation with Albertwhile Franz
returned to his previous survey of the house and company.
The curtain rose on the balletwhich was one of those
excellent specimens of the Italian schooladmirably
arranged and put on the stage by Henriwho has established
for himself a great reputation throughout Italy for his
taste and skill in the choreographic art -- one of those
masterly productions of gracemethodand elegance in which
the whole corps de balletfrom the principal dancers to the
humblest supernumeraryare all engaged on the stage at the
same time; and a hundred and fifty persons may be seen
exhibiting the same attitudeor elevating the same arm or
leg with a simultaneous movementthat would lead you to
suppose that but one mindone act of volitioninfluenced
the moving mass -- the ballet was called "Poliska." However
much the ballet might have claimed his attentionFranz was
too deeply occupied with the beautiful Greek to take any
note of it; while she seemed to experience an almost
childlike delight in watching ither eageranimated looks
contrasting strongly with the utter indifference of her
companionwhoduring the whole time the piece lasted
never even movednot even when the furiouscrashing din
produced by the trumpetscymbalsand Chinese bells sounded
their loudest from the orchestra. Of this he took no heed
but wasas far as appearances might be trustedenjoying
soft repose and bright celestial dreams. The ballet at
length came to a closeand the curtain fell amid the loud
unanimous plaudits of an enthusiastic and delighted

Owing to the very judicious plan of dividing the two acts of
the opera with a balletthe pauses between the performances
are very shortthe singers in the opera having time to
repose themselves and change their costumewhen necessary
while the dancers are executing their pirouettes and
exhibiting their graceful steps. The overture to the second
act began; andat the first sound of the leader's bow
across his violinFranz observed the sleeper slowly arise
and approach the Greek girlwho turned around to say a few
words to himand thenleaning forward again on the railing
of her boxshe became as absorbed as before in what was
going on. The countenance of the person who had addressed
her remained so completely in the shadethatthough Franz
tried his utmosthe could not distinguish a single feature.
The curtain roseand the attention of Franz was attracted

by the actors; and his eyes turned from the box containing
the Greek girl and her strange companion to watch the
business of the stage.

Most of my readers are aware that the second act of
Parisinaopens with the celebrated and effective duet in
which Parisinawhile sleepingbetrays to Azzo the secret
of her love for Ugo. The injured husband goes through all
the emotions of jealousyuntil conviction seizes on his
mindand thenin a frenzy of rage and indignationhe
awakens his guilty wife to tell her that he knows her guilt
and to threaten her with his vengeance. This duet is one of
the most beautifulexpressive and terrible conceptions that
has ever emanated from the fruitful pen of Donizetti. Franz
now listened to it for the third time; yet it's notesso
tenderly expressive and fearfully grand as the wretched
husband and wife give vent to their different griefs and
passionsthrilled through the soul of Franz with an effect
equal to his first emotions upon hearing it. Excited beyond
his usual calm demeanorFranz rose with the audienceand
was about to join the loudenthusiastic applause that
followed; but suddenly his purpose was arrestedhis hands
fell by his sidesand the half-uttered "bravos" expired on
his lips. The occupant of the box in which the Greek girl
sat appeared to share the universal admiration that
prevailed; for he left his seat to stand up in frontso
thathis countenance being fully revealedFranz had no
difficulty in recognizing him as the mysterious inhabitant
of Monte Cristoand the very same person he had encountered
the preceding evening in the ruins of the Colosseumand
whose voice and figure had seemed so familiar to him. All
doubt of his identity was now at an end; his singular host
evidently resided at Rome. The surprise and agitation
occasioned by this full confirmation of Franz's former
suspicion had no doubt imparted a corresponding expression
to his features; for the countessafter gazing with a
puzzled look at his faceburst into a fit of laughterand
begged to know what had happened. "Countess returned
Franz, totally unheeding her raillery, I asked you a short
time since if you knew any particulars respecting the
Albanian lady opposite; I must now beseech you to inform me
who and what is her husband?"

Nay,answered the countessI know no more of him than

Perhaps you never before noticed him?

What a question -- so truly French! Do you not know that we
Italians have eyes only for the man we love?

True,replied Franz.

All I call say is,continued the countesstaking up the
lorgnetteand directing it toward the box in question
that the gentleman, whose history I am unable to furnish,
seems to me as though he had just been dug up; he looks more
like a corpse permitted by some friendly grave-digger to
quit his tomb for a while, and revisit this earth of ours,
than anything human. How ghastly pale he is!

Oh, he is always as colorless as you now see him,said

Then you know him?almost screamed the countess. "Ohpray
dofor heaven's saketell us all about -- is he a vampire
or a resuscitated corpseor what?"

I fancy I have seen him before; and I even think he
recognizes me.

And I can well understand,said the countessshrugging up
her beautiful shouldersas though an involuntary shudder
passed through her veinsthat those who have once seen
that man will never be likely to forget him.The sensation
experienced by Franz was evidently not peculiar to himself;
anotherand wholly uninterested personfelt the same
unaccountable awe and misgiving. "Well." inquired Franz
after the countess had a second time directed her lorgnette
at the boxwhat do you think of our opposite neighbor?

Why, that he is no other than Lord Ruthven himself in a
living form.This fresh allusion to Byron* drew a smile to
Franz's countenance; although he could but allow that if
anything was likely to induce belief in the existence of
vampiresit would be the presence of such a man as the
mysterious personage before him.

I must positively find out who and what he is,said Franz
rising from his seat.

No, no,cried the countess; "you must not leave me. I
depend upon you to escort me home. OhindeedI cannot
permit you to go."

* Scottof course: "The son of an ill-fated sireand the
father of a yet more unfortunate familybore in his looks
that cast of inauspicious melancholy by which the
physiognomists of that time pretended to distinguish those
who were predestined to a violent and unhappy death." -- The
Abbotch. xxii.
Is it possible,whispered Franzthat you entertain any

I'll tell you,answered the countess. "Byron had the most
perfect belief in the existence of vampiresand even
assured me that he had seen them. The description he gave me
perfectly corresponds with the features and character of the
man before us. Ohhe is the exact personification of what I
have been led to expect! The coal-black hairlarge bright
glittering eyesin which a wildunearthly fire seems
burning-- the same ghastly paleness. Then observetoo
that the woman with him is altogether unlike all others of
her sex. She is a foreigner -- a stranger. Nobody knows who
she isor where she comes from. No doubt she belongs to the
same horrible race he doesand islike himselfa dealer
in magical arts. I entreat of you not to go near him -- at
least to-night; and if to-morrow your curiosity still
continues as greatpursue your researches if you will; but
to-night you neither can nor shall. For that purpose I mean
to keep you all to myself." Franz protested he could not
defer his pursuit till the following dayfor many reasons.
Listen to me,said the countessand do not be so very
headstrong. I am going home. I have a party at my house
to-night, and therefore cannot possibly remain till the end
of the opera. Now, I cannot for one instant believe you so
devoid of gallantry as to refuse a lady your escort when she

even condescends to ask you for it.

There was nothing else left for Franz to do but to take up
his hatopen the door of the boxand offer the countess
his arm. It was quite evidentby her mannerthat her
uneasiness was not feigned; and Franz himself could not
resist a feeling of superstitious dread -- so much the
stronger in himas it arose from a variety of corroborative
recollectionswhile the terror of the countess sprang from
an instinctive belieforiginally created in her mind by the
wild tales she had listened to till she believed them
truths. Franz could even feel her arm tremble as he assisted
her into the carriage. Upon arriving at her hotelFranz
perceived that she had deceived him when she spoke of
expecting company; on the contraryher own return before
the appointed hour seemed greatly to astonish the servants.
Excuse my little subterfuge,said the countessin reply
to her companion's half-reproachful observation on the
subject; "but that horrid man had made me feel quite
uncomfortableand I longed to be alonethat I might
compose my startled mind." Franz essayed to smile. "Nay
said she, do not smile; it ill accords with the expression
of your countenanceand I am sure it does not spring from
your heart. howeverpromise me one thing."

What is it?

Promise me, I say.

I will do anything you desire, except relinquish my
determination of finding out who this man is. I have more
reasons than you can imagine for desiring to know who he is,
from whence he came, and whither he is going.

Where he comes from I am ignorant; but I can readily tell
you where he is going to, and that is down below, without
the least doubt.

Let us only speak of the promise you wished me to make,
said Franz.

Well, then, you must give me your word to return
immediately to your hotel, and make no attempt to follow
this man to-night. There are certain affinities between the
persons we quit and those we meet afterwards. For heaven's
sake, do not serve as a conductor between that man and me.
Pursue your chase after him to-morrow as eagerly as you
please; but never bring him near me, if you would not see me
die of terror. And now, good-night; go to your rooms, and
try to sleep away all recollections of this evening. For my
own part, I am quite sure I shall not be able to close my
eyes.So sayingthe countess quitted Franzleaving him
unable to decide whether she were merely amusing herself at
his expenseor whether her fears and agitations were

Upon his return to the hotelFranz found Albert in his
dressing-gown and slipperslistlessly extended on a sofa
smoking a cigar. "My dear fellow." cried hespringing up
is it really you? Why, I did not expect to see you before

My dear Albert,replied FranzI am glad of this
opportunity to tell you, once and forever, that you

entertain a most erroneous notion concerning Italian women.
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.

Upon my soul, these women would puzzle the very Devil to
read them aright. Why, here -- they give you their hand -they
press yours in return -- they keep up a whispering
conversation -- permit you to accompany them home. Why, if a
Parisian were to indulge in a quarter of these marks of
flattering attention, her reputation would be gone forever.

And the very reason why the women of this fine country put
so little restraint on their words and actions, is because
they live so much in public, and have really nothing to
conceal. Besides, you must have perceived that the countess
was really alarmed.

At what? At the sight of that respectable gentleman sitting
opposite to us in the same box with the lovely Greek girl?
Now, for my part, I met them in the lobby after the
conclusion of the piece; and hang me, if I can guess where
you took your notions of the other world from. I can assure
you that this hobgoblin of yours is a deuced fine-looking
fellow -- admirably dressed. Indeed, I feel quite sure, from
the cut of his clothes, they are made by a first-rate Paris
tailor -- probably Blin or Humann. He was rather too pale,
certainly; but then, you know, paleness is always looked
upon as a strong proof of aristocratic descent and
distinguished breeding.Franz smiled; for he well
remembered that Albert particularly prided himself on the
entire absence of color in his own complexion.

Well, that tends to confirm my own ideas,said Franz
that the countess's suspicions were destitute alike of
sense and reason. Did he speak in your hearing? and did you
catch any of his words?

I did; but they were uttered in the Romaic dialect. I knew
that from the mixture of Greek words. I don't know whether I
ever told you that when I was at college I was rather -rather
strong in Greek.

He spoke the Romaic language, did he?

I think so.

That settles it,murmured Franz. "'Tis hepast all

What do you say?

Nothing, nothing. But tell me, what were you thinking about
when I came in?

Oh, I was arranging a little surprise for you.

Indeed. Of what nature?

Why, you know it is quite impossible to procure a

Certainly; and I also know that we have done all that human
means afforded to endeavor to get one.

Now, then, in this difficulty a bright idea has flashed
across my brain.Franz looked at Albert as though he had
not much confidence in the suggestions of his imagination.
I tell you what, Sir Franz,cried Albertyou deserve to
be called out for such a misgiving and incredulous glance as
that you were pleased to bestow on me just now.

And I promise to give you the satisfaction of a gentleman
if your scheme turns out as ingenious as you assert.

Well, then, hearken to me.

I listen.

You agree, do you not, that obtaining a carriage is out of
the question?

I do.

Neither can we procure horses?

True; we have offered any sum, but have failed.

Well, now, what do you say to a cart? I dare say such a
thing might be had.

Very possibly.

And a pair of oxen?

As easily found as the cart.

Then you see, my good fellow, with a cart and a couple of
oxen our business can be managed. The cart must be
tastefully ornamented; and if you and I dress ourselves as
Neapolitan reapers, we may get up a striking tableau, after
the manner of that splendid picture by Leopold Robert. It
would add greatly to the effect if the countess would join
us in the costume of a peasant from Puzzoli or Sorrento. Our
group would then be quite complete, more especially as the
countess is quite beautiful enough to represent a madonna.

Well,said Franzthis time, Albert, I am bound to give
you credit for having hit upon a most capital idea.

And quite a national one, too,replied Albert with
gratified pride. "A mere masque borrowed from our own
festivities. Hahaye Romans! you thought to make us
unhappy strangerstrot at the heels of your processions
like so many lazzaronibecause no carriages or horses are
to be had in your beggarly city. But you don't know us; when
we can't have one thing we invent another."

And have you communicated your triumphant idea to anybody?

Only to our host. Upon my return home I sent for him, and I
then explained to him what I wished to procure. He assured
me that nothing would be easier than to furnish all I
desired. One thing I was sorry for; when I bade him have the
horns of the oxen gilded, he told me there would not be
time, as it would require three days to do that; so you see
we must do without this little superfluity.

And where is he now?


Our host.

Gone out in search of our equipage, by to-morrow it might
be too late.

Then he will be able to give us an answer to-night.

Oh, I expect him every minute.At this instant the door
openedand the head of Signor Pastrini appeared.
Permesso?inquired he.

Certainly -- certainly,cried Franz. "Come inmine host."

Now, then,asked Albert eagerlyhave you found the
desired cart and oxen?

Better than that!replied Signor Pastriniwith the air of
a man perfectly well satisfied with himself.

Take care, my worthy host,said Albertbetter is a sure
enemy to well.

Let your excellencies only leave the matter to me,
returned Signor Pastrini in a tone indicative of unbounded

But what have you done?asked Franz. "Speak outthere's a
worthy fellow."

Your excellencies are aware,responded the landlord
swelling with importancethat the Count of Monte Cristo is
living on the same floor with yourselves!

I should think we did know it,exclaimed Albertsince it
is owing to that circumstance that we are packed into these
small rooms, like two poor students in the back streets of

When, then, the Count of Monte Cristo, hearing of the
dilemma in which you are placed, has sent to offer you seats
in his carriage and two places at his windows in the Palazzo
Rospoli.The friends looked at each other with unutterable

But do you think,asked Albertthat we ought to accept
such offers from a perfect stranger?

What sort of person is this Count of Monte Cristo?asked
Franz of his host. "A very great noblemanbut whether
Maltese or Sicilian I cannot exactly say; but this I know
that he is noble as a Borghese and rich as a gold-mine."

It seems to me,said Franzspeaking in an undertone to
Albertthat if this person merited the high panegyrics of
our landlord, he would have conveyed his invitation through
another channel, and not permitted it to be brought to us in
this unceremonious way. He would have written -- or--

At this instant some one knocked at the door. "Come in
said Franz. A servant, wearing a livery of considerable

style and richness, appeared at the threshold, and, placing
two cards in the landlord's hands, who forthwith presented
them to the two young men, he said, Please to deliver
thesefrom the Count of Monte Cristo to Viscomte Albert de
Morcerf and M. Franz d'Epinay. The Count of Monte Cristo
continued the servant, begs these gentlemen's permission to
wait upon them as their neighborand he will be honored by
an intimation of what time they will please to receive him."

Faith, Franz,whispered Albertthere is not much to find
fault with here.

Tell the count,replied Franzthat we will do ourselves
the pleasure of calling on him.The servant bowed and

That is what I call an elegant mode of attack,said
AlbertYou were quite correct in what you said, Signor
Pastrini. The Count of Monte Cristo is unquestionably a man
of first-rate breeding and knowledge of the world.

Then you accept his offer?said the host.

Of course we do,replied Albert. "StillI must own I am
sorry to be obliged to give up the cart and the group of
reapers -- it would have produced such an effect! And were
it not for the windows at the Palazzo Rospoliby way of
recompense for the loss of our beautiful schemeI don't
know but what I should have held on by my original plan.
What say youFranz?"

Oh, I agree with you; the windows in the Palazzo Rospoli
alone decided me.The truth wasthat 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 Transteverinin which the stranger in the cloak had
undertaken to obtain the freedom of a condemned criminal;
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 Argentinothen he should be able to establish his
identityand also to prosecute his researches respecting
him with perfect facility and freedom. Franz passed the
night in confused dreams respecting the two meetings he had
already had with his mysterious tormentorand in waking
speculations as to what the morrow would produce. The next
day must clear up every doubt; and unless his near neighbor
and would-be friendthe Count of Monte Cristopossessed
the ring of Gygesand by its power was able to render
himself invisibleit was very certain he could not escape
this time. Eight o'clock found Franz up and dressedwhile
Albertwho had not the same motives for early risingwas
still soundly asleep. The first act of Franz was to summon
his landlordwho presented himself with his accustomed

Pray, Signor Pastrini,asked Franzis not some execution
appointed to take place to-day?

Yes, your excellency; but if your reason for inquiry is
that you may procure a window to view it from, you are much
too late.

Oh, no,answered FranzI had no such intention; and even

if I had felt a wish to witness the spectacle, I might have
done so from Monte Pincio -- could I not?

Ah!exclaimed mine hostI did not think it likely your
excellency would have chosen to mingle with such a rabble as
are always collected on that hill, which, indeed, they
consider as exclusively belonging to themselves.

Very possibly I may not go,answered Franz; "but in case I
feel disposedgive me some particulars of to-day's

What particulars would your excellency like to hear?

Why, the number of persons condemned to suffer, their
names, and description of the death they are to die.

That happens just lucky, your excellency! Only a few
minutes ago they brought me the tavolettas.

What are they?

Sort of wooden tablets hung up at the corners of streets
the evening before an execution, on which is pasted up a
paper containing the names of the condemned persons, their
crimes, and mode of punishment. The reason for so publicly
announcing all this is, that all good and faithful Catholics
may offer up their prayers for the unfortunate culprits,
and, above all, beseech of heaven to grant them a sincere

And these tablets are brought to you that you may add your
prayers to those of the faithful, are they?asked Franz
somewhat incredulously.

Oh, dear, no, your excellency! I have not time for
anybody's affairs but my own and those of my honorable
guests; but I make an agreement with the man who pastes up
the papers, and he brings them to me as he would the
playbills, that in case any person staying at my hotel
should like to witness an execution, he may obtain every
requisite information concerning the time and place etc.

Upon my word, that is a most delicate attention on your
part, Signor Pastrini,cried Franz.

Why, your excellency,returned the landlordchuckling and
rubbing his hands with infinite complacencyI think I may
take upon myself to say I neglect nothing to deserve the
support and patronage of the noble visitors to this poor

I see that plainly enough, my most excellent host, and you
may rely upon me to proclaim so striking a proof of your
attention to your guests wherever I go. Meanwhile, oblige me
by a sight of one of these tavolettas.

Nothing can be easier than to comply with your excellency's
wish,said the landlordopening the door of the chamber;
I have caused one to be placed on the landing, close by
your apartment.Thentaking the tablet from the wallhe
handed it to Franzwho read as follows: -

`The public is informed that on Wednesday, February 23d,

being the first day of the Carnival, executions will take
place in the Piazza del Popolo, by order of the Tribunal of
the Rota, of two persons, named Andrea Rondola, and Peppino,
otherwise called Rocca Priori; the former found guilty of
the murder of a venerable and exemplary priest, named Don
Cesare Torlini, canon of the church of St. John Lateran; and
the latter convicted of being an accomplice of the atrocious
and sanguinary bandit, Luigi Vampa, and his band. The
first-named malefactor will be subjected to the mazzuola,
the second culprit beheaded. The prayers of all good
Christians are entreated for these unfortunate men, that it
may please God to awaken them to a sense of their guilt, and
to grant them a hearty and sincere repentance for their

This was precisely what Franz had heard the evening before
in the ruins of the Colosseum. No part of the programme
differed-- the names of the condemned personstheir
crimesand mode of punishmentall agreed with his previous
information. In all probabilitythereforethe Transteverin
was no other than the bandit Luigi Vampa himselfand the
man shrouded in the mantle the same he had known as "Sinbad
the Sailor but who, no doubt, was still pursuing his
philanthropic expedition in Rome, as he had already done at
Porto-Vecchio and Tunis. Time was getting on, however, and
Franz deemed it advisable to awaken Albert; but at the
moment he prepared to proceed to his chamber, his friend
entered the room in perfect costume for the day. The
anticipated delights of the Carnival had so run in his head
as to make him leave his pillow long before his usual hour.
Nowmy excellent Signor Pastrini said Franz, addressing
his landlord, since we are both readydo you think we may
proceed at once to visit the Count of Monte Cristo?"

Most assuredly,replied he. "The Count of Monte Cristo is
always an early riser; and I can answer for his having been
up these two hours."

Then you really consider we shall not be intruding if we
pay our respects to him directly?

Oh, I am quite sure. I will take all the blame on myself if
you find I have led you into an error.

Well, then, if it be so, are you ready, Albert?


Let us go and return our best thanks for his courtesy.

Yes, let us do so.The landlord preceded the friends
across the landingwhich was all that separated them from
the apartments of the countrang at the bellandupon the
door being opened by a servantsaidI signori Francesi.

The domestic bowed respectfullyand invited them to enter.
They passed through two roomsfurnished in a luxurious
manner they had not expected to see under the roof of Signor
Pastriniand were shown into an elegantly fitted-up
drawing-room. The richest Turkey carpets covered the floor
and the softest and most inviting coucheseasy-chairsand
sofasoffered their high-piled and yielding cushions to
such as desired repose or refreshment. Splendid paintings by
the first masters were ranged against the walls

intermingled with magnificent trophies of warwhile heavy
curtains of costly tapestry were suspended before the
different doors of the room. "If your excellencies will
please to be seated said the man, I will let the count
know that you are here."

And with these words he disappeared behind one of the
tapestried portieres. As the door openedthe sound of a
guzla reached the ears of the young menbut was almost
immediately lostfor the rapid closing of the door merely
allowed one rich swell of harmony to enter. Franz and Albert
looked inquiringly at each otherthen at the gorgeous
furnishings of the apartment. Everything seemed more
magnificent at a second view than it had done at their first
rapid survey.

Well,said Franz to his friendwhat think you of all

Why, upon my soul, my dear fellow, it strikes me that our
elegant and attentive neighbor must either be some
successful stock-jobber who has speculated in the fall of
the Spanish funds, or some prince travelling incog.

Hush, hush!replied Franz; "we shall ascertain who and
what he is -- he comes!" As Franz spokehe heard the sound
of a door turning on its hingesand almost immediately
afterwards the tapestry was drawn asideand the owner of
all these riches stood before the two young men. Albert
instantly rose to meet himbut Franz remainedin a manner
spellbound on his chair; for in the person of him who had
just entered he recognized not only the mysterious visitant
to the Colosseumand the occupant of the box at the Teatro
Argentinobut also his extraordinary host of Monte Cristo.

Chapter 35
La Mazzolata.

Gentlemen,said the Count of Monte Cristo as he entered
I pray you excuse me for suffering my visit to be
anticipated; but I feared to disturb you by presenting
myself earlier at your apartments; besides, you sent me word
that you would come to me, and I have held myself at your

Franz and I have to thank you a thousand times, count,
returned Albert; "you extricated us from a great dilemma
and we were on the point of inventing a very fantastic
vehicle when your friendly invitation reached us."

Indeed,returned the countmotioning the two young men to
sit down. "It was the fault of that blockhead Pastrinithat
I did not sooner assist you in your distress. He did not
mention a syllable of your embarrassment to mewhen he
knows thatalone and isolated as I amI seek every
opportunity of making the acquaintance of my neighbors. As
soon as I learned I could in any way assist youI most
eagerly seized the opportunity of offering my services." The
two young men bowed. Franz hadas yetfound nothing to
say; he had come to no determinationand as nothing in the
count's manner manifested the wish that he should recognize
himhe did not know whether to make any allusion to the

pastor wait until he had more proof; besidesalthough
sure it was he who had been in the box the previous evening
he could not be equally positive that this was the man he
had seen at the Colosseum. He resolvedthereforeto let
things take their course without making any direct overture
to the count. Moreoverhe had this advantagehe was master
of the count's secretwhile the count had no hold on Franz
who had nothing to conceal. Howeverhe resolved to lead the
conversation to a subject which might possibly clear up his

Count,said heyou have offered us places in your
carriage, and at your windows in the Rospoli Palace. Can you
tell us where we can obtain a sight of the Piazza del

Ah,said the count negligentlylooking attentively at
Morcerfis there not something like an execution upon the
Piazza del Popolo?

Yes,returned Franzfinding that the count was coming to
the point he wished.

Stay, I think I told my steward yesterday to attend to
this; perhaps I can render you this slight service also.He
extended his handand rang the bell thrice. "Did you ever
occupy yourself said he to Franz, with the employment of
time and the means of simplifying the summoning your
servants? I have. When I ring onceit is for my valet;
twicefor my majordomo; thricefor my steward-- thus I
do not waste a minute or a word. Here he is." A man of about
forty-five or fifty enteredexactly resembling the smuggler
who had introduced Franz into the cavern; but he did not
appear to recognize him. It was evident he had his orders.
Monsieur Bertuccio,said the countyou have procured me
windows looking on the Piazza del Popolo, as I ordered you

Yes, excellency,returned the steward; "but it was very

Did I not tell you I wished for one?replied the count

And your excellency has one, which was let to Prince
Lobanieff; but I was obliged to pay a hundred-

That will do -- that will do, Monsieur Bertuccio; spare
these gentlemen all such domestic arrangements. You have the
window, that is sufficient. Give orders to the coachman; and
be in readiness on the stairs to conduct us to it.The
steward bowedand was about to quit the room. "Ah
continued the count, be good enough to ask Pastrini if he
has received the tavolettaand if he can send us an account
of the execution."

There is no need to do that,said Franztaking out his
tablets; "for I saw the accountand copied it down."

Very well, you can retire, M. Bertuccio; but let us know
when breakfast is ready. These gentlemen,added heturning
to the two friendswill, I trust, do me the honor to
breakfast with me?

But, my dear count,said Albertwe shall abuse your

Not at all; on the contrary, you will give me great
pleasure. You will, one or other of you, perhaps both,
return it to me at Paris. M. Bertuccio, lay covers for
three.He then took Franz's tablets out of his hand. "`We
announce' he readin the same tone with which he would
have read a newspaper`that to-daythe 23d of February
will be executed Andrea Rondologuilty of murder on the
person of the respected and venerated Don Cesare Torlini
canon of the church of St. John Lateranand Peppinocalled
Rocca Prioriconvicted of complicity with the detestable
bandit Luigi Vampaand the men of his band.' Hum! `The
first will be mazzolatothe second decapitato.' Yes
continued the count, it was at first arranged in this way;
but I think since yesterday some change has taken place in
the order of the ceremony."

Really?said Franz.

Yes, I passed the evening at the Cardinal Rospigliosi's,
and there mention was made of something like a pardon for
one of the two men.

For Andrea Rondolo?asked Franz.

No,replied the countcarelessly; "for the other (he
glanced at the tablets as if to recall the name)for
Peppinocalled Rocca Priori. You are thus deprived of
seeing a man guillotined; but the mazzuola still remains
which is a very curious punishment when seen for the first
timeand even the secondwhile the otheras you must
knowis very simple. The mandaia* never failsnever
tremblesnever strikes thirty times ineffectuallylike the
soldier who beheaded the Count of Chalaisand to whose
tender mercy Richelieu had doubtless recommended the
sufferer. Ah added the count, in a contemptuous tone, do
not tell me of European punishmentsthey are in the
infancyor rather the old ageof cruelty."

* Guillotine.
Really, count,replied Franzone would think that you
had studied the different tortures of all the nations of the

There are, at least, few that I have not seen,said the
count coldly.

And you took pleasure in beholding these dreadful

My first sentiment was horror, the second indifference, the
third curiosity.

Curiosity -- that is a terrible word.

Why so? In life, our greatest preoccupation is death; is it
not then, curious to study the different ways by which the
soul and body can part; and how, according to their
different characters, temperaments, and even the different
customs of their countries, different persons bear the
transition from life to death, from existence to

annihilation? As for myself, I can assure you of one thing,
-- the more men you see die, the easier it becomes to die
yourself; and in my opinion, death may be a torture, but it
is not an expiation.

I do not quite understand you,replied Franz; "pray
explain your meaningfor you excite my curiosity to the
highest pitch."

Listen,said the countand deep hatred mounted to his
faceas the blood would to the face of any other. "If a man
had by unheard-of and excruciating tortures destroyed your
fatheryour motheryour betrothed-- a being whowhen
torn from youleft a desolationa wound that never closes
in your breast-- do you think the reparation that society
gives you is sufficient when it interposes the knife of the
guillotine between the base of the occiput and the trapezal
muscles of the murdererand allows him who has caused us
years of moral sufferings to escape with a few moments of
physical pain?"

Yes, I know,said Franzthat human justice is
insufficient to console us; she can give blood in return for
blood, that is all; but you must demand from her only what
it is in her power to grant.

I will put another case to you,continued the count; "that
where societyattacked by the death of a personavenges
death by death. But are there not a thousand tortures by
which a man may be made to suffer without society taking the
least cognizance of themor offering him even the
insufficient means of vengeanceof which we have just
spoken? Are there not crimes for which the impalement of the
Turksthe augers of the Persiansthe stake and the brand
of the Iroquois Indiansare inadequate torturesand which
are unpunished by society? Answer medo not these crimes

Yes,answered Franz; "and it is to punish them that
duelling is tolerated."

Ah, duelling,cried the count; "a pleasant mannerupon my
soulof arriving at your end when that end is vengeance! A
man has carried off your mistressa man has seduced your
wifea man has dishonored your daughter; he has rendered
the whole life of one who had the right to expect from
heaven that portion of happiness God his promised to every
one of his creaturesan existence of misery and infamy; and
you think you are avenged because you send a ball through
the heador pass a sword through the breastof that man
who has planted madness in your brainand despair in your
heart. And remembermoreoverthat it is often he who comes
off victorious from the strifeabsolved of all crime in the
eyes of the world. Nono continued the count, had I to
avenge myselfit is not thus I would take revenge."

Then you disapprove of duelling? You would not fight a
duel?asked Albert in his turnastonished at this strange

Oh, yes,replied the count; "understand meI would fight
a duel for a triflefor an insultfor a blow; and the more
so thatthanks to my skill in all bodily exercisesand the
indifference to danger I have gradually acquiredI should

be almost certain to kill my man. OhI would fight for such
a cause; but in return for a slowprofoundeternal
tortureI would give back the samewere it possible; an
eye for an eyea tooth for a toothas the Orientalists
say-- our masters in everything-- those favored
creatures who have formed for themselves a life of dreams
and a paradise of realities."

But,said Franz to the countwith this theory, which
renders you at once judge and executioner of your own cause,
it would be difficult to adopt a course that would forever
prevent your falling under the power of the law. Hatred is
blind, rage carries you away; and he who pours out vengeance
runs the risk of tasting a bitter draught.

Yes, if he be poor and inexperienced, not if he be rich and
skilful; besides, the worst that could happen to him would
be the punishment of which we have already spoken, and which
the philanthropic French Revolution has substituted for
being torn to pieces by horses or broken on the wheel. What
matters this punishment, as long as he is avenged? On my
word, I almost regret that in all probability this miserable
Peppino will not be beheaded, as you might have had an
opportunity then of seeing how short a time the punishment
lasts, and whether it is worth even mentioning; but, really
this is a most singular conversation for the Carnival,
gentlemen; how did it arise? Ah, I recollect, you asked for
a place at my window; you shall have it; but let us first
sit down to table, for here comes the servant to inform us
that breakfast is ready.As he spokea servant opened one
of the four doors of the apartmentsaying -- "Al suo
commodo!" The two young men arose and entered the

During the mealwhich was excellentand admirably served
Franz looked repeatedly at Albertin order to observe the
impressions which he doubted not had been made on him by the
words of their entertainer; but whether with his usual
carelessness he had paid but little attention to him
whether the explanation of the Count of Monte Cristo with
regard to duelling had satisfied himor whether the events
which Franz knew of had had their effect on him alonehe
remarked that his companion did not pay the least regard to
thembut on the contrary ate like a man who for the last
four or five months had been condemned to partake of Italian
cookery -- that isthe worst in the world. As for the
counthe just touched the dishes; he seemed to fulfil the
duties of a host by sitting down with his guestsand
awaited their departure to be served with some strange or
more delicate food. This brought back to Franzin spite of
himselfthe recollection of the terror with which the count
had inspired the Countess G----and her firm conviction
that the man in the opposite box was a vampire. At the end
of the breakfast Franz took out his watch. "Well said the
count, what are you doing?"

You must excuse us, count,returned Franzbut we have
still much to do.

What may that be?

We have no masks, and it is absolutely necessary to procure

Do not concern yourself about that; we have, I think, a
private room in the Piazza del Popolo; I will have whatever
costumes you choose brought to us, and you can dress there.

After the execution?cried Franz.

Before or after, whichever you please.

Opposite the scaffold?

The scaffold forms part of the fete.

Count, I have reflected on the matter,said FranzI
thank you for your courtesy, but I shall content myself with
accepting a place in your carriage and at your window at the
Rospoli Palace, and I leave you at liberty to dispose of my
place at the Piazza del Popolo.

But I warn you, you will lose a very curious sight,
returned the count.

You will describe it to me,replied Franzand the
recital from your lips will make as great an impression on
me as if I had witnessed it. I have more than once intended
witnessing an execution, but I have never been able to make
up my mind; and you, Albert?

I,replied the viscount-- "I saw Castaing executedbut
I think I was rather intoxicated that dayfor I had quitted
college the same morningand we had passed the previous
night at a tavern."

Besides, it is no reason because you have not seen an
execution at Paris, that you should not see one anywhere
else; when you travel, it is to see everything. Think what a
figure you will make when you are asked, `How do they
execute at Rome?' and you reply, `I do not know'! And,
besides, they say that the culprit is an infamous scoundrel,
who killed with a log of wood a worthy canon who had brought
him up like his own son. Diable, when a churchman is killed,
it should be with a different weapon than a log, especially
when he has behaved like a father. If you went to Spain,
would you not see the bull-fight? Well, suppose it is a
bull-fight you are going to see? Recollect the ancient
Romans of the Circus, and the sports where they killed three
hundred lions and a hundred men. Think of the eighty
thousand applauding spectators, the sage matrons who took
their daughters, and the charming Vestals who made with the
thumb of their white hands the fatal sign that said, `Come,
despatch the dying.'

Shall you go, then, Albert?asked Franz.

Ma foi, yes; like you, I hesitated, but the count's
eloquence decides me.

Let us go, then,said Franzsince you wish it; but on
our way to the Piazza del Popolo, I wish to pass through the
Corso. Is this possible, count?

On foot, yes, in a carriage, no.

I will go on foot, then.

Is it important that you should go that way?

Yes, there is something I wish to see.

Well, we will go by the Corso. We will send the carriage to
wait for us on the Piazza del Popolo, by the Strada del
Babuino, for I shall be glad to pass, myself, through the
Corso, to see if some orders I have given have been

Excellency,said a servantopening the doora man in
the dress of a penitent wishes to speak to you.

Ah, yesreturned the countI know who he is, gentlemen;
will you return to the salon? you will find good cigars on
the centre table. I will be with you directly.The young
men rose and returned into the salonwhile the countagain
apologizingleft by another door. Albertwho was a great
smokerand who had considered it no small sacrifice to be
deprived of the cigars of the Cafe de Parisapproached the
tableand uttered a cry of joy at perceiving some veritable

Well,asked Franzwhat think you of the Count of Monte

What do I think?said Albertevidently surprised at such
a question from his companion; "I think he is a delightful
fellowwho does the honors of his table admirably; who has
travelled muchread muchislike Brutusof the Stoic
schooland moreover added he, sending a volume of smoke
up towards the ceiling, that he has excellent cigars." Such
was Albert's opinion of the countand as Franz well knew
that Albert professed never to form an opinion except upon
long reflectionhe made no attempt to change it. "But
said he, did you observe one very singular thing?"


How attentively he looked at you.

At me?

Yes.-- Albert reflected. "Ah replied he, sighing, that
is not very surprising; I have been more than a year absent
from Parisand my clothes are of a most antiquated cut; the
count takes me for a provincial. The first opportunity you
haveundeceive himI begand tell him I am nothing of the
kind." Franz smiled; an instant after the count entered.

I am now quite at your service, gentlemen,said he. "The
carriage is going one way to the Piazza del Popoloand we
will go another; andif you pleaseby the Corso. Take some
more of these cigarsM. de Morcerf."

With all my heart,returned Albert; "Italian cigars are
horrible. When you come to ParisI will return all this."

I will not refuse; I intend going there soon, and since you
allow me, I will pay you a visit. Come, we have not any time
to lose, it is half-past twelve -- let us set off.All
three descended; the coachman received his master's orders
and drove down the Via del Babuino. While the three
gentlemen walked along the Piazza de Spagni and the Via

Frattinawhich led directly between the Fiano and Rospoli
palacesFranz's attention was directed towards the windows
of that last palacefor he had not forgotten the signal
agreed upon between the man in the mantle and the
Transtevere peasant. "Which are your windows?" asked he of
the countwith as much indifference as he could assume.
The three last,returned hewith a negligence evidently
unaffectedfor he could not imagine with what intention the
question was put. Franz glanced rapidly towards the three
windows. The side windows were hung with yellow damaskand
the centre one with white damask and a red cross. The man in
the mantle had kept his promise to the Transteverinand
there could now be no doubt that he was the count. The three
windows were still untenanted. Preparations were making on
every side; chairs were placedscaffolds were raisedand
windows were hung with flags. The masks could not appear;
the carriages could not move about; but the masks were
visible behind the windowsthe carriagesand the doors.

FranzAlbertand the count continued to descend the Corso.
As they approached the Piazza del Popolothe crowd became
more denseand above the heads of the multitude two objects
were visible: the obelisksurmounted by a crosswhich
marks the centre of the squareand in front of the obelisk
at the point where the three streetsdel Babuinodel
Corsoand di Ripettameetthe two uprights of the
scaffoldbetween which glittered the curved knife of the
mandaia. At the corner of the street they met the count's
stewardwho was awaiting his master. The windowlet at an
exorbitant pricewhich the count had doubtless wished to
conceal from his guestswas on the second floor of the
great palacesituated between the Via del Babuino and the
Monte Pincio. It consistedas we have saidof a small
dressing-roomopening into a bedroomandwhen the door of
communication was shutthe inmates were quite alone. On
chairs were laid elegant masquerade costumes of blue and
white satin. "As you left the choice of your costumes to
me said the count to the two friends, I have had these
broughtas they will be the most worn this year; and they
are most suitableon account of the confetti (sweetmeats)
as they do not show the flour."

Franz heard the words of the count but imperfectlyand he
perhaps did not fully appreciate this new attention to their
wishes; for he was wholly absorbed by the spectacle that the
Piazza del Popolo presentedand by the terrible instrument
that was in the centre. It was the first time Franz had ever
seen a guillotine-- we say guillotinebecause the Roman
mandaia is formed on almost the same model as the French
instrument.* The knifewhich is shaped like a crescent
that cuts with the convex sidefalls from a less height
and that is all the difference. Two menseated on the
movable plank on which the victim is laidwere eating their
breakfastswhile waiting for the criminal. Their repast
consisted apparently of bread and sausages. One of them
lifted the planktook out a flask of winedrank someand
then passed it to his companion. These two men were the
executioner's assistants. At this sight Franz felt the
perspiration start forth upon his brow. The prisoners
transported the previous evening from the Carcere Nuovo to
the little church of Santa Maria del Popolohad passed the
nighteach accompanied by two priestsin a chapel closed
by a gratingbefore which were two sentinelswho were
relieved at intervals. A double line of carbineersplaced

on each side of the door of the churchreached to the
scaffoldand formed a circle around itleaving a path
about ten feet wideand around the guillotine a space of
nearly a hundred feet. All the rest of the square was paved
with heads. Many women held their infants on their
shouldersand thus the children had the best view. The
Monte Pincio seemed a vast amphitheatre filled with
spectators; the balconies of the two churches at the corner
of the Via del Babuino and the Via di Ripetta were crammed;
the steps even seemed a parti-colored seathat was impelled
towards the portico; every niche in the wall held its living
statue. What the count said was true -- the most curious
spectacle in life is that of death. And yetinstead of the
silence and the solemnity demanded by the occasionlaughter
and jests arose from the crowd. It was evident that the
execution wasin the eyes of the peopleonly the
commencement of the Carnival. Suddenly the tumult ceasedas
if by magicand the doors of the church opened. A
brotherhood of penitentsclothed from head to foot in robes
of gray sackclothwith holes for the eyesand holding in
their hands lighted tapersappeared first; the chief
marched at the head. Behind the penitents came a man of vast
stature and proportions. He was nakedwith the exception of
cloth drawers at the left side of which hung a large knife
in a sheathand he bore on his right shoulder a heavy iron
sledge-hammer. This man was the executioner. He had
moreoversandals bound on his feet by cords. Behind the
executioner camein the order in which they were to die
first Peppino and then Andrea. Each was accompanied by two
priests. Neither had his eyes bandaged. Peppino walked with
a firm stepdoubtless aware of what awaited him. Andrea was
supported by two priests. Each of themfrom time to time
kissed the crucifix a confessor held out to them. At this
sight alone Franz felt his legs tremble under him. He looked
at Albert -- he was as white as his shirtand mechanically
cast away his cigaralthough he had not half smoked it. The
count alone seemed unmoved -- naymorea slight color
seemed striving to rise in his pale cheeks. His nostrils
dilated like those of a wild beast that scents its preyand
his lipshalf openeddisclosed his white teethsmall and
sharp like those of a jackal. And yet his features wore an
expression of smiling tendernesssuch as Franz had never
before witnessed in them; his black eyes especially were
full of kindness and pity. Howeverthe two culprits
advancedand as they approached their faces became visible.
Peppino was a handsome young man of four or five and twenty
bronzed by the sun; he carried his head erectand seemed on
the watch to see on which side his liberator would appear.
Andrea was short and fat; his visagemarked with brutal
crueltydid not indicate age; he might be thirty. In prison
he had suffered his beard to grow; his head fell on his
shoulderhis legs bent beneath himand his movements were
apparently automatic and unconscious.

* Dr. Guillotin got the idea of his famous machine from
witnessing an execution in Italy.
I thought,said Franz to the countthat you told me
there would be but one execution.

I told you true,replied he coldly.

And yet here are two culprits.

Yes; but only one of these two is about to die; the other
has many years to live.

If the pardon is to come, there is no time to lose.

And see, here it is,said the count. At the moment when
Peppino reached the foot of the mandaiaa priest arrived in
some hasteforced his way through the soldiersand
advancing to the chief of the brotherhoodgave him a folded
paper. The piercing eye of Peppino had noticed all. The
chief took the paperunfolded itandraising his hand
Heaven be praised, and his holiness also,said he in a
loud voice; "here is a pardon for one of the prisoners!"

A pardon!cried the people with one voice -- "a pardon!"
At this cry Andrea raised his head. "Pardon for whom?" cried

Peppino remained breathless. "A pardon for Peppinocalled
Rocca Priori said the principal friar. And he passed the
paper to the officer commanding the carbineers, who read and
returned it to him.

For Peppino!" cried Andreawho seemed roused from the
torpor in which he had been plunged. "Why for him and not
for me? We ought to die together. I was promised he should
die with me. You have no right to put me to death alone. I
will not die alone -- I will not!" And he broke from the
priests struggling and raving like a wild beastand
striving desperately to break the cords that bound his
hands. The executioner made a signand his two assistants
leaped from the scaffold and seized him. "What is going on?"
asked Franz of the count; foras all the talk was in the
Roman dialecthe had not perfectly understood it. "Do you
not see?" returned the countthat this human creature who
is about to die is furious that his fellow-sufferer does not
perish with him? and, were he able, 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. Oh, man, man -race
of crocodiles,cried the countextending his clinched
hands towards the crowdhow well do I recognize you there,
and that at all times you are worthy of yourselves!
Meanwhile Andrea and the two executioners were struggling on
the groundand he kept exclaimingHe ought to die! -- he
shall die! -- I will not die alone!

Look, look,cried the count. seizing the young men's hands
-- "lookfor on my soul it is curious. Here is a man who
had resigned himself to his fatewho was going to the
scaffold to die -- like a cowardit is truebut he was
about to die without resistance. Do you know what gave him
strength? -- do you know what consoled him? It wasthat
another partook of his punishment -- that another partook of
his anguish -- that another was to die before him. Lead two
sheep to the butcher'stwo oxen to the slaughterhouseand
make one of them understand that his companion will not die;
the sheep will bleat for pleasurethe ox will bellow with
joy. But man -- manwhom God created in his own image -man
upon whom God has laid his firsthis sole commandment
to love his neighbor -- manto whom God has given a voice
to express his thoughts -- what is his first cry when he
hears his fellow-man is saved? A blasphemy. Honor to man
this masterpiece of naturethis king of the creation!" And
the count burst into a laugh; a terrible laughthat showed

he must have suffered horribly to be able thus to laugh.
Howeverthe struggle still continuedand it was dreadful
to witness. The people all took part against Andreaand
twenty thousand voices criedPut him to death! put him to
death!Franz sprang backbut the count seized his armand
held him before the window. "What are you doing?" said he.
Do you pity him? If you heard the cry of `Mad dog!' you
would take your gun -- you would unhesitatingly shoot the
poor beast, who, after all, was only guilty of having been
bitten by another dog. And yet you pity a man who, without
being bitten by one of his race, has yet murdered his
benefactor; and who, now unable to kill any one, because his
hands are bound, wishes to see his companion in captivity
perish. No, no -- look, look!

The command was needless. Franz was fascinated by the
horribly spectacle. The two assistants had borne Andrea to
the scaffoldand therein spite of his struggleshis
bitesand his crieshad forced him to his knees. During
this time the executioner had raised his maceand signed to
them to get out of the way; the criminal strove to rise
butere he had timethe mace fell on his left temple. A
dull and heavy sound was heardand the man dropped like an
ox on his faceand then turned over on his back. The
executioner let fall his macedrew his knifeand with one
stroke opened his throatand mounting on his stomach
stamped violently on it with his feet. At every stroke a jet
of blood sprang from the wound.

This time Franz could contain himself no longerbut sank
half faintinginto a seat. Albertwith his eyes closed
was standing grasping the window-curtains. The count was
erect and triumphantlike the Avenging Angel!

Chapter 36
The Carnival at Rome.

When Franz recovered his senseshe saw Albert drinking a
glass of waterof whichto judge from his pallorhe stood
in great need; and the countwho was assuming his
masquerade costume. He glanced mechanically towards the
square -- the scene was wholly changed; scaffold
executionersvictimsall had disappeared; only the people
remainedfull of noise and excitement. The bell of Monte
Citoriowhich only sounds on the pope's decease and the
opening of the Carnivalwas ringing a joyous peal. "Well
asked he of the count, what hasthenhappened?"

Nothing,replied the count; "onlyas you seethe
Carnival his commenced. Make haste and dress yourself."

In fact,said Franzthis horrible scene has passed away
like a dream.

It is but a dream, a nightmare, that has disturbed you.

Yes, that I have suffered; but the culprit?

That is a dream also; only he has remained asleep, while
you have awakened; and who knows which of you is the most

But Peppino -- what has become of him?

Peppino is a lad of sense, who, unlike most men, who are
happy in proportion as they are noticed, was delighted to
see that the general attention was directed towards his
companion. He profited by this distraction to slip away
among the crowd, without even thanking the worthy priests
who accompanied him. Decidedly man is an ungrateful and
egotistical animal. But dress yourself; see, M. de Morcerf
sets you the example.Albert was drawing on the satin
pantaloon over his black trousers and varnished boots.
Well, Albert,said Franzdo you feel much inclined to
join the revels? Come, answer frankly.

Ma foi, no,returned Albert. "But I am really glad to have
seen such a sight; and I understand what the count said -that
when you have once habituated yourself to a similar
spectacleit is the only one that causes you any emotion."

Without reflecting that this is the only moment in which
you can study character,said the count; "on the steps of
the scaffold death tears off the mask that has been worn
through lifeand the real visage is disclosed. It must be
allowed that Andrea was not very handsomethe hideous
scoundrel! Comedress yourselvesgentlemendress
yourselves." Franz felt it would be ridiculous not to follow
his two companions' example. He assumed his costumeand
fastened on the mask that scarcely equalled the pallor of
his own face. Their toilet finishedthey descended; the
carriage awaited them at the doorfilled with sweetmeats
and bouquets. They fell into the line of carriages. It is
difficult to form an idea of the perfect change that had
taken place. Instead of the spectacle of gloomy and silent
deaththe Piazza del Popolo presented a spectacle of gay
and noisy mirth and revelry. A crowd of masks flowed in from
all sidesemerging from the doorsdescending from the
windows. From every street and every corner drove carriages
filled with clownsharlequinsdominoesmummers
pantomimistsTransteverinsknightsand peasants
screamingfightinggesticulatingthrowing eggs filled
with flourconfettinosegaysattackingwith their
sarcasms and their missilesfriends and foescompanions
and strangersindiscriminatelyand no one took offenceor
did anything but laugh. Franz and Albert were like men who
to drive away a violent sorrowhave recourse to wineand
whoas they drink and become intoxicatedfeel a thick veil
drawn between the past and the present. They sawor rather
continued to seethe image of what they had witnessed; but
little by little the general vertigo seized themand they
felt themselves obliged to take part in the noise and
confusion. A handful of confetti that came from a
neighboring carriageand whichwhile it covered Morcerf
and his two companions with dustpricked his neck and that
portion of his face uncovered by his mask like a hundred
pinsincited him to join in the general combatin which
all the masks around him were engaged. He rose in his turn
and seizing handfuls of confetti and sweetmeatswith which
the carriage was filledcast them with all the force and
skill he was master of.

The strife had fairly begunand the recollection of what
they had seen half an hour before was gradually effaced from
the young men's mindsso much were they occupied by the gay
and glittering procession they now beheld. As for the Count

of Monte Cristohe had never for an instant shown any
appearance of having been moved. Imagine the large and
splendid Corsobordered from one end to the other with
lofty palaceswith their balconies hung with carpetsand
their windows with flags. At these balconies are three
hundred thousand spectators -- RomansItaliansstrangers
from all parts of the worldthe united aristocracy of
birthwealthand genius. Lovely womenyielding to the
influence of the scenebend over their balconiesor lean
from their windowsand shower down confettiwhich are
returned by bouquets; the air seems darkened with the
falling confetti and flying flowers. In the streets the
lively crowd is dressed in the most fantastic costumes -gigantic
cabbages walk gravely aboutbuffaloes' heads below
from men's shouldersdogs walk on their hind legs; in the
midst of all this a mask is liftedandas in Callot's
Temptation of St. Anthonya lovely face is exhibitedwhich
we would fain followbut from which we are separated by
troops of fiends. This will give a faint idea of the
Carnival at Rome. At the second turn the Count stopped the
carriageand requested permission to withdrawleaving the
vehicle at their disposal. Franz looked up -- they were
opposite the Rospoli Palace. At the centre windowthe one
hung with white damask with a red crosswas a blue domino
beneath which Franz's imagination easily pictured the
beautiful Greek of the Argentina. "Gentlemen said the
count, springing out, when you are tired of being actors
and wish to become spectators of this sceneyou know you
have places at my windows. In the meantimedispose of my
coachmanmy carriageand my servants." We have forgotten
to mentionthat the count's coachman was attired in a
bear-skinexactly resembling Odry's in "The Bear and the
Pasha;" and the two footmen behind were dressed up as green
monkeyswith spring maskswith which they made grimaces at
every one who passed. Franz thanked the count for his
attention. As for Alberthe was busily occupied throwing
bouquets at a carriage full of Roman peasants that was
passing near him. Unfortunately for himthe line of
carriages moved on againand while he descended the Piazza
del Popolothe other ascended towards the Palazzo di
Venezia. "Ahmy dear fellow said he to Franz; you did
not see?"


There, -- that calash filled with Roman peasants.


Well, I am convinced they are all charming women.

How unfortunate that you were masked, Albert,said Franz;
here was an opportunity of making up for past

Oh,replied hehalf laughinghalf serious; "I hope the
Carnival will not pass without some amends in one shape or
the other."

Butin spite of Albert's hopethe day passed unmarked by
any incidentexcepting two or three encounters with the
carriage full of Roman peasants. At one of these encounters
accidentally or purposelyAlbert's mask fell off. He
instantly rose and cast the remainder of the bouquets into

the carriage. Doubtless one of the charming females Albert
had detected beneath their coquettish disguise was touched
by his gallantry; foras the carriage of the two friends
passed hershe threw a bunch of violets. Albert seized it
and as Franz had no reason to suppose it was meant for him
he suffered Albert to retain it. Albert placed it in his
button-holeand the carriage went triumphantly on.

Well,said Franz to him; "there is the beginning of an

Laugh if you please -- I really think so. So I will not
abandon this bouquet.

Pardieu,returned Franzlaughingin token of your
ingratitude.The jesthoweversoon appeared to become
earnest; for when Albert and Franz again encountered the
carriage with the contadinithe one who had thrown the
violets to Albertclapped her hands when she beheld them in
his button-hole. "Bravobravo said Franz; things go
wonderfully. Shall I leave you? Perhaps you would prefer
being alone?"

No,replied he; "I will not be caught like a fool at a
first disclosure by a rendezvous under the clockas they
say at the opera-balls. If the fair peasant wishes to carry
matters any furtherwe shall find heror rathershe will
find us to-morrow; then she will give me some sign or other
and I shall know what I have to do."

On my word,said Franzyou are wise as Nestor and
prudent as Ulysses, and your fair Circe must be very skilful
or very powerful if she succeed in changing you into a beast
of any kind.Albert was right; the fair unknown had
resolveddoubtlessto carry the intrigue no farther; for
although the young men made several more turnsthey did not
again see the calashwhich had turned up one of the
neighboring streets. Then they returned to the Rospoli
Palace; but the count and the blue domino had also
disappeared; the two windowshung with yellow damaskwere
still occupied by the persons whom the count had invited. At
this moment the same bell that had proclaimed the beginning
of the mascherata sounded the retreat. The file on the Corso
broke the lineand in a second all the carriages had
disappeared. Franz and Albert were opposite the Via delle
Maratte; the coachmanwithout saying a worddrove up it
passed along the Piazza di Spagni and the Rospoli Palace and
stopped at the door of the hotel. Signor Pastrini came to
the door to receive his guests. Franz hastened to inquire
after the countand to express regret that he had not
returned in sufficient time; but Pastrini reassured him by
saying that the Count of Monte Cristo had ordered a second
carriage for himselfand that it had gone at four o'clock
to fetch him from the Rospoli Palace. The count had
moreovercharged him to offer the two friends the key of
his box at the Argentina. Franz questioned Albert as to his
intentions; but Albert had great projects to put into
execution before going to the theatre; and instead of making
any answerhe inquired if Signor Pastrini could procure him
a tailor. "A tailor said the host; and for what?"

To make us between now and to-morrow two Roman peasant
costumes,returned Albert. The host shook his head. "To
make you two costumes between now and to-morrow? I ask your

excellencies' pardonbut this is quite a French demand; for
the next week you will not find a single tailor who would
consent to sew six buttons on a waistcoat if you paid him a
crown a piece for each button."

Then I must give up the idea?

No; we have them ready-made. Leave all to me; and
to-morrow, when you awake, you shall find a collection of
costumes with which you will be satisfied.

My dear Albert,said Franzleave all to our host; he has
already proved himself full of resources; let us dine
quietly, and afterwards go and see `The Algerian Captive.'

Agreed,returned Albert; "but rememberSignor Pastrini
that both my friend and myself attach the greatest
importance to having to-morrow the costumes we have asked
for." The host again assured them they might rely on him
and that their wishes should be attended to; upon which
Franz and Albert mounted to their apartmentsand proceeded
to disencumber themselves of their costumes. Albertas he
took off his dresscarefully preserved the bunch of
violets; it was his token reserved for the morrow. The two
friends sat down to table; but they could not refrain from
remarking the difference between the Count of Monte Cristo's
table and that of Signor Pastrini. Truth compelled Franzin
spite of the dislike he seemed to have taken to the count
to confess that the advantage was not on Pastrini's side.
During dessertthe servant inquired at what time they
wished for the carriage. Albert and Franz looked at each
otherfearing really to abuse the count's kindness. The
servant understood them. "His excellency the Count of Monte
Cristo had he said, given positive orders that the
carriage was to remain at their lordships' orders all day
and they could therefore dispose of it without fear of

They resolved to profit by the count's courtesyand ordered
the horses to be harnessedwhile they substituted evening
dress for that which they had onand which was somewhat the
worse for the numerous combats they had sustained. This
precaution takenthey went to the theatreand installed
themselves in the count's box. During the first actthe
Countess G---- entered. Her first look was at the box where
she had seen the count the previous eveningso that she
perceived Franz and Albert in the place of the very person
concerning whom she had expressed so strange an opinion to
Franz. Her opera-glass was so fixedly directed towards them
that Franz saw it would be cruel not to satisfy her
curiosity; andavailing himself of one of the privileges of
the spectators of the Italian theatreswho use their boxes
to hold receptionsthe two friends went to pay their
respects to the countess. Scarcely had they enteredwhen
she motioned to Franz to assume the seat of honor. Albert
in his turnsat behind.

Well,said shehardly giving Franz time to sit downit
seems you have nothing better to do than to make the
acquaintance of this new Lord Ruthven, and you are already
the best friends in the world.

Without being so far advanced as that, my dear countess,
returned FranzI cannot deny that we have abused his good

nature all day.
All day?
Yes; this morning we breakfasted with him; we rode in his

carriage all day, and now we have taken possession of his


You know him, then?

Yes, and no.

How so?

It is a long story.

'Tell it to me."

It would frighten you too much.

So much the more reason.

At least wait until the story has a conclusion.
Very well; I prefer complete histories; but tell me how you
made his acquaintance? Did any one introduce you to him?

No; it was he who introduced himself to us.


Last night, after we left you.

Through what medium?

The very prosaic one of our landlord.

He is staying, then, at the Hotel de Londres with you?

Not only in the same hotel, but on the same floor.

What is his name -- for, of course, you know?

The Count of Monte Cristo.

That is not a family name?

No, it is the name of the island he has purchased.

And he is a count?

A Tuscan count.

Well, we must put up with that,said the countesswho was

herself from one of the oldest Venetian families. "What sort

of a man is he?"

Ask the Vicomte de Morcerf.
You hear, M. de Morcerf, I am referred to you,said the

We should be very hard to please, madam,returned Albert
did we not think him delightful. A friend of ten years'

standing could not have done more for us, or with a more
perfect courtesy.

Come,observed the countesssmilingI see my vampire is
only some millionaire, who has taken the appearance of Lara
in order to avoid being confounded with M. de Rothschild;
and you have seen her?


The beautiful Greek of yesterday.

No; we heard, I think, the sound of her guzla, but she
remained perfectly invisible.

When you say invisible,interrupted Albertit is only to
keep up the mystery; for whom do you take the blue domino at
the window with the white curtains?

Where was this window with white hangings?asked the

At the Rospoli Palace.

The count had three windows at the Rospoli Palace?

Yes. Did you pass through the Corso?


Well, did you notice two windows hung with yellow damask,
and one with white damask with a red cross? Those were the
count's windows?

Why, he must be a nabob. Do you know what those three
windows were worth?

Two or three hundred Roman crowns?

Two or three thousand.

The deuce.

Does his island produce him such a revenue?

It does not bring him a baiocco.

Then why did he purchase it?

For a whim.

He is an original, then?

In reality,observed Alberthe seemed to me somewhat
eccentric; were he at Paris, and a frequenter of the
theatres, I should say he was a poor devil literally mad.
This morning he made two or three exits worthy of Didier or
Anthony.At this moment a fresh visitor enteredand
according to customFranz gave up his seat to him. This
circumstance hadmoreoverthe effect of changing the
conversation; an hour afterwards the two friends returned to
their hotel. Signor Pastrini had already set about procuring
their disguises for the morrow; and he assured them that
they would be perfectly satisfied. The next morningat nine

o'clockhe entered Franz's roomfollowed by a tailorwho
had eight or ten Roman peasant costumes on his arm; they
selected two exactly alikeand charged the tailor to sew on
each of their hats about twenty yards of ribbonand to
procure them two of the long silk sashes of different colors
with which the lower orders decorate themselves on
fete-days. Albert was impatient to see how he looked in his
new dress -- a jacket and breeches of blue velvetsilk
stockings with clocksshoes with bucklesand a silk
waistcoat. This picturesque attire set him off to great
advantage; and when he had bound the scarf around his waist
and when his hatplaced coquettishly on one sidelet fall
on his shoulder a stream of ribbonsFranz was forced to
confess that costume has much to do with the physical
superiority we accord to certain nations. The Turks used to
be so picturesque with their long and flowing robesbut are
they not now hideous with their blue frocks buttoned up to
the chinand their red capswhich make them look like a
bottle of wine with a red seal? Franz complimented Albert
who looked at himself in the glass with an unequivocal smile
of satisfaction. They were thus engaged when the Count of
Monte Cristo entered.

Gentlemen,said healthough a companion is agreeable,
perfect freedom is sometimes still more agreeable. I come to
say that to-day, and for the remainder of the Carnival, I
leave the carriage entirely at your disposal. The host will
tell you I have three or four more, so that you will not
inconvenience me in any way. Make use of it, I pray you, for
your pleasure or your business.

The young men wished to declinebut they could find no good
reason for refusing an offer which was so agreeable to them.
The Count of Monte Cristo remained a quarter of an hour with
themconversing on all subjects with the greatest ease. He
wasas we have already saidperfectly well acquainted with
the literature of all countries. A glance at the walls of
his salon proved to Franz and Albert that he was a
connoisseur of pictures. A few words he let fall showed them
that he was no stranger to the sciencesand he seemed much
occupied with chemistry. The two friends did not venture to
return the count the breakfast he had given them; it would
have been too absurd to offer him in exchange for his
excellent table the very inferior one of Signor Pastrini.
They told him so franklyand he received their excuses with
the air of a man who appreciated their delicacy. Albert was
charmed with the count's mannersand he was only prevented
from recognizing him for a perfect gentleman by reason of
his varied knowledge. The permission to do what he liked
with the carriage pleased him above allfor the fair
peasants had appeared in a most elegant carriage the
preceding eveningand Albert was not sorry to be upon an
equal footing with them. At half-past one they descended
the coachman and footman had put on their livery over their
disguiseswhich gave them a more ridiculous appearance than
everand which gained them the applause of Franz and
Albert. Albert had fastened the faded bunch of violets to
his button-hole. At the first sound of the bell they
hastened into the Corso by the Via Vittoria. At the second
turna bunch of fresh violetsthrown from a carriage
filled with harlequinsindicated to Albert thatlike
himself and his friendthe peasants had changed their
costumealso; and whether it was the result of chanceor
whether a similar feeling had possessed them bothwhile he

had changed his costume they had assumed his.

Albert placed the fresh bouquet in his button-holebut he
kept the faded one in his hand; and when he again met the
calashhe raised it to his lipsan action which seemed
greatly to amuse not only the fair lady who had thrown it
but her joyous companions also. The day was as gay as the
preceding oneperhaps even more animated and noisy; the
count appeared for an instant at his window. but when they
again passed he had disappeared. It is almost needless to
say that the flirtation between Albert and the fair peasant
continued all day. In the eveningon his returnFranz
found a letter from the embassyinforming him that he would
have the honor of being received by his holiness the next
day. At each previous visit he had made to Romehe had
solicited and obtained the same favor; and incited as much
by a religious feeling as by gratitudehe was unwilling to
quit the capital of the Christian world without laying his
respectful homage at the feet of one of St. Peter's
successors who has set the rare example of all the virtues.
He did not then think of the Carnivalfor in spite of his
condescension and touching kindnessone cannot incline
one's self without awe before the venerable and noble old
man called Gregory XVI. On his return from the Vatican
Franz carefully avoided the Corso; he brought away with him
a treasure of pious thoughtsto which the mad gayety of the
maskers would have been profanation. At ten minutes past
five Albert entered overjoyed. The harlequin had reassumed
her peasant's costumeand as she passed she raised her
mask. She was charming. Franz congratulated Albertwho
received his congratulations with the air of a man conscious
that they are merited. He had recognized by certain
unmistakable signsthat his fair incognita belonged to the
aristocracy. He had made up his mind to write to her the
next day. Franz remarkedwhile he gave these detailsthat
Albert seemed to have something to ask of himbut that he
was unwilling to ask it. He insisted upon itdeclaring
beforehand that he was willing to make any sacrifice the
other wished. Albert let himself be pressed just as long as
friendship requiredand then avowed to Franz that he would
do him a great favor by allowing him to occupy the carriage
alone the next day. Albert attributed to Franz's absence the
extreme kindness of the fair peasant in raising her mask.
Franz was not sufficiently egotistical to stop Albert in the
middle of an adventure that promised to prove so agreeable
to his curiosity and so flattering to his vanity. He felt
assured that the perfect indiscretion of his friend would
duly inform him of all that happened; and asduring three
years that he had travelled all over Italya similar piece
of good fortune had never fallen to his shareFranz was by
no means sorry to learn how to act on such an occasion. He
therefore promised Albert that he would content himself the
morrow with witnessing the Carnival from the windows of the
Rospoli Palace.

The next morning he saw Albert pass and repassholding an
enormous bouquetwhich he doubtless meant to make the
bearer of his amorous epistle. This belief was changed into
certainty when Franz saw the bouquet (conspicuous by a
circle of white camellias) in the hand of a charming
harlequin dressed in rose-colored satin. The evening was no
longer joybut delirium. Albert nothing doubted but that
the fair unknown would reply in the same manner. Franz
anticipated his wishes by saying that the noise fatigued

himand that he should pass the next day in writing and
looking over his journal. Albert was not deceivedfor the
next evening Franz saw him enter triumphantly shaking a
folded paper which he held by one corner. "Well said he,
was I mistaken?"

She has answered you!cried Franz.

Read.This word was pronounced in a manner impossible to
describe. Franz took the letterand read: --

Tuesday eveningat seven o'clockdescend from your
carriage opposite the Via dei Ponteficiand follow the
Roman peasant who snatches your torch from you. When you
arrive at the first step of the church of San Giacomobe
sure to fasten a knot of rose-colored ribbons to the
shoulder of your harlequin costumein order that you may be
recognized. Until then you will not see me.

Constancy and Discretion.

Well,asked hewhen Franz had finishedwhat do you
think of that?

I think that the adventure is assuming a very agreeable

I think so, also,replied Albert; "and I very much fear
you will go alone to the Duke of Bracciano's ball." Franz
and Albert had received that morning an invitation from the
celebrated Roman banker. "Take careAlbert said Franz.
All the nobility of Rome will be presentand if your fair
incognita belong to the higher class of societyshe must go

Whether she goes there or not, my opinion is still the
same,returned Albert. "You have read the letter?"


You know how imperfectly the women of the mezzo cito are
educated in Italy?(This is the name of the lower class.)


Well, read the letter again. Look at the writing, and find
if you can, any blemish in the language or orthography.
(The writing wasin realitycharmingand the orthography
irreproachable.) "You are born to good fortune said Franz,
as he returned the letter.

Laugh as much as you will replied Albert, I am in love."

You alarm me,cried Franz. "I see that I shall not only go
alone to the Duke of Bracciano'sbut also return to
Florence alone."

If my unknown be as amiable as she is beautiful,said
AlbertI shall fix myself at Rome for six weeks, at least.
I adore Rome, and I have always had a great taste for

Come, two or three more such adventures, and I do not
despair of seeing you a member of the Academy.Doubtless

Albert was about to discuss seriously his right to the
academic chair when they were informed that dinner was
ready. Albert's love had not taken away his appetite. He
hastened with Franz to seat himselffree to recommence the
discussion after dinner. After dinnerthe Count of Monte
Cristo was announced. They had not seen him for two days.
Signor Pastrini informed them that business had called him
to Civita Vecchia. He had started the previous eveningand
had only returned an hour since. He was charming. Whether he
kept a watch over himselfor whether by accident he did not
sound the acrimonious chords that in other circumstances had
been touchedhe was to-night like everybody else. The man
was an enigma to Franz. The count must feel sure that Franz
recognized him; and yet he had not let fall a single word
indicating any previous acquaintance between them. On his
sidehowever great Franz's desire was to allude to their
former interviewthe fear of being disagreeable to the man
who had loaded him and his friend with kindness prevented
him from mentioning it. The count had learned that the two
friends had sent to secure a box at the Argentina Theatre
and were told they were all let. In consequencehe brought
them the key of his own -- at least such was the apparent
motive of his visit. Franz and Albert made some difficulty
alleging their fear of depriving him of it; but the count
replied thatas he was going to the Palli Theatrethe box
at the Argentina Theatre would he lost if they did not
profit by it. This assurance determined the two friends to
accept it.

Franz had by degrees become accustomed to the count's
pallorwhich had so forcibly struck him at their first
meeting. He could not refrain from admiring the severe
beauty of his featuresthe only defector rather the
principal quality of which was the pallor. Trulya Byronic
hero! Franz could notwe will not say see himbut even
think of him without imagining his stern head upon Manfred's
shouldersor beneath Lara's helmet. His forehead was marked
with the line that indicates the constant presence of bitter
thoughts; he had the fiery eyes that seem to penetrate to
the very souland the haughty and disdainful upper lip that
gives to the words it utters a peculiar character that
impresses them on the minds of those to whom they are
addressed. The count was no longer young. He was at least
forty; and yet it was easy to understand that he was formed
to rule the young men with whom he associated at present.
Andto complete his resemblance with the fantastic heroes
of the English poetthe count seemed to have the power of
fascination. Albert was constantly expatiating on their good
fortune in meeting such a man. Franz was less enthusiastic;
but the count exercised over him also the ascendency a
strong mind always acquires over a mind less domineering. He
thought several times of the project the count had of
visiting Paris; and he had no doubt but thatwith his
eccentric characterhis characteristic faceand his
colossal fortunehe would produce a great effect there. And
yet he did not wish to be at Paris when the count was there.
The evening passed as evenings mostly pass at Italian
theatres; that isnot in listening to the musicbut in
paying visits and conversing. The Countess G---- wished to
revive the subject of the countbut Franz announced he had
something far newer to tell herandin spite of Albert's
demonstrations of false modestyhe informed the countess of
the great event which had preoccupied them for the last
three days. As similar intrigues are not uncommon in Italy

if we may credit travellersthe comtess did not manifest
the least incredulitybut congratulated Albert on his
success. They promisedupon separatingto meet at the Duke
of Bracciano's ballto which all Rome was invited. The
heroine of the bouquet kept her word; she gave Albert no
sign of her existence the morrow or the day after.

At length Tuesday camethe last and most tumultuous day of
the Carnival. On Tuesdaythe theatres open at ten o'clock
in the morningas Lent begins after eight at night. On
Tuesdayall those who through want of moneytimeor
enthusiasmhave not been to see the Carnival beforemingle
in the gayetyand contribute to the noise and excitement.
From two o'clock till five Franz and Albert followed in the
feteexchanging handfuls of confetti with the other
carriages and the pedestrianswho crowded amongst the
horses' feet and the carriage wheels without a single
accidenta single disputeor a single fight. The fetes are
veritable pleasure days to the Italians. The author of this
historywho has resided five or six years in Italydoes
not recollect to have ever seen a ceremony interrupted by
one of those events so common in other countries. Albert was
triumphant in his harlequin costume. A knot of rose-colored
ribbons fell from his shoulder almost to the ground. In
order that there might be no confusionFranz wore his
peasant's costume.

As the day advancedthe tumult became greater. There was
not on the pavementin the carriagesat the windowsa
single tongue that was silenta single arm that did not
move. It was a human stormmade up of a thunder of cries
and a hail of sweetmeatsflowerseggsorangesand
nosegays. At three o'clock the sound of fireworkslet off
on the Piazza del Popolo and the Piazza di Venezia (heard
with difficulty amid the din and confusion) announced that
the races were about to begin. The raceslike the moccoli
are one of the episodes peculiar to the last days of the
Carnival. At the sound of the fireworks the carriages
instantly broke ranksand retired by the adjacent streets.
All these evolutions are executed with an inconceivable
address and marvellous rapiditywithout the police
interfering in the matter. The pedestrians ranged themselves
against the walls; then the trampling of horses and the
clashing of steel were heard. A detachment of carbineers
fifteen abreastgalloped up the Corso in order to clear it
for the barberi. When the detachment arrived at the Piazza
di Veneziaa second volley of fireworks was dischargedto
announce that the street was clear. Almost instantlyin the
midst of a tremendous and general outcryseven or eight
horsesexcited by the shouts of three hundred thousand
spectatorspassed by like lightning. Then the Castle of
Saint Angelo fired three cannon to indicate that number
three had won. Immediatelywithout any other signalthe
carriages moved onflowing on towards the Corsodown all
the streetslike torrents pent up for a whilewhich again
flow into the parent river; and the immense stream again
continued its course between its two granite banks.

A new source of noise and movement was added to the crowd.
The sellers of moccoletti entered on the scene. The moccoli
or moccolettiare candles which vary in size from the
pascal taper to the rushlightand which give to each actor
in the great final scene of the Carnival two very serious
problems to grapple with-- firsthow to keep his own

moccoletto alight; and secondlyhow to extinguish the
moccoletti of others. The moccoletto is like life: man has
found but one means of transmitting itand that one comes
from God. But he has discovered a thousand means of taking
it awayand the devil has somewhat aided him. The
moccoletto is kindled by approaching it to a light. But who
can describe the thousand means of extinguishing the
moccoletto? -- the gigantic bellowsthe monstrous
extinguishersthe superhuman fans. Every one hastened to
purchase moccoletti -- Franz and Albert among the rest.

The night was rapidly approaching; and alreadyat the cry
of "Moccoletti!" repeated by the shrill voices of a thousand
vendorstwo or three stars began to burn among the crowd.
It was a signal. At the end of ten minutes fifty thousand
lights glittereddescending from the Palazzo di Venezia to
the Piazza del Popoloand mounting from the Piazzo del
Popolo to the Palazzo di Venezia. It seemed like the fete of
jack-o'-lanterns. It is impossible to form any idea of it
without having seen it. Suppose that all the stars had
descended from the sky and mingled in a wild dance on the
face of the earth; the whole accompanied by cries that were
never heard in any other part of the world. The facchino
follows the princethe Transteverin the citizenevery one
blowingextinguishingrelighting. Had old AEolus appeared
at this momenthe would have been proclaimed king of the
moccoliand Aquilo the heir-presumptive to the throne. This
battle of folly and flame continued for two hours; the Corso
was light as day; the features of the spectators on the
third and fourth stories were visible. Every five minutes
Albert took out his watch; at length it pointed to seven.
The two friends were in the Via dei Pontefici. Albert sprang
outbearing his moccoletto in his hand. Two or three masks
strove to knock his moccoletto out of his hand; but Albert
a first-rate pugilistsent them rolling in the streetone
after the otherand continued his course towards the church
of San Giacomo. The steps were crowded with maskswho
strove to snatch each other's torches. Franz followed Albert
with his eyesand saw him mount the first step. Instantly a
maskwearing the well-known costume of a peasant woman
snatched his moccoletto from him without his offering any
resistance. Franz was too far off to hear what they said;
butwithout doubtnothing hostile passedfor he saw
Albert disappear arm-in-arm with the peasant girl. He
watched them pass through the crowd for some timebut at
length he lost sight of them in the Via Macello. Suddenly
the bell that gives the signal for the end of the carnival
soundedand at the same instant all the moccoletti were
extinguished as if by enchantment. It seemed as though one
immense blast of the wind had extinguished every one. Franz
found himself in utter darkness. No sound was audible save
that of the carriages that were carrying the maskers home;
nothing was visible save a few lights that burnt behind the
windows. The Carnival was over.

Chapter 37
The Catacombs of Saint Sebastian.

In his whole lifeperhapsFranz had never before
experienced so sudden an impressionso rapid a transition
from gayety to sadnessas in this moment. It seemed as
though Romeunder the magic breath of some demon of the

nighthad suddenly changed into a vast tomb. By a chance
which added yet more to the intensity of the darknessthe
moonwhich was on the wanedid not rise until eleven
o'clockand the streets which the young man traversed were
plunged in the deepest obscurity. The distance was short
and at the end of ten minutes his carriageor rather the
count'sstopped before the Hotel de Londres. Dinner was
waitingbut as Albert had told him that he should not
return so soonFranz sat down without him. Signor Pastrini
who had been accustomed to see them dine togetherinquired
into the cause of his absencebut Franz merely replied that
Albert had received on the previous evening an invitation
which he had accepted. The sudden extinction of the
moccolettithe darkness which had replaced the lightand
the silence which had succeeded the turmoilhad left in
Franz's mind a certain depression which was not free from
uneasiness. He therefore dined very silentlyin spite of
the officious attention of his hostwho presented himself
two or three times to inquire if he wanted anything.

Franz resolved to wait for Albert as late as possible. He
ordered the carriagethereforefor eleven o'clock
desiring Signor Pastrini to inform him the moment that
Albert returned to the hotel. At eleven o'clock Albert had
not come back. Franz dressed himselfand went outtelling
his host that he was going to pass the night at the Duke of
Bracciano's. The house of the Duke of Bracciano is one of
the most delightful in Romethe duchessone of the last
heiresses of the Colonnasdoes its honors with the most
consummate graceand thus their fetes have a European
celebrity. Franz and Albert had brought to Rome letters of
introduction to themand their first question on his
arrival was to inquire the whereabouts of his travelling
companion. Franz replied that he had left him at the moment
they were about to extinguish the moccoliand that he had
lost sight of him in the Via Macello. "Then he has not
returned?" said the duke.

I waited for him until this hour,replied Franz.

And do you know whither he went?

No, not precisely; however, I think it was something very
like a rendezvous.

Diavolo!said the dukethis is a bad day, or rather a
bad night, to be out late; is it not, countess!These words
were addressed to the Countess G----who had just
arrivedand was leaning on the arm of Signor Torloniathe
duke's brother.

I think, on the contrary, that it is a charming night,
replied the countessand those who are here will complain
of but one thing -- its too rapid flight.

I am not speaking,said the duke with a smileof the
persons who are here; the men run no other danger than that
of falling in love with you, and the women of falling ill of
jealousy at seeing you so lovely; I meant persons who were
out in the streets of Rome.

Ah,asked the countesswho is out in the streets of Rome
at this hour, unless it be to go to a ball?

Our friend, Albert de Morcerf, countess, whom I left in
pursuit of his unknown about seven o'clock this evening,
said Franzand whom I have not seen since.

And don't you know where he is?

Not at all.

Is he armed?

He is in masquerade.

You should not have allowed him to go,said the duke to
Franz; "youwho know Rome better than he does."

You might as well have tried to stop number three of the
barberi, who gained the prize in the race to-day,replied
Franz; "and then moreoverwhat could happen to him?"

Who can tell? The night is gloomy, and the Tiber is very
near the Via Macello.Franz felt a shudder run through his
veins at observing that the feeling of the duke and the
countess was so much in unison with his own personal
disquietude. "I informed them at the hotel that I had the
honor of passing the night hereduke said Franz, and
desired them to come and inform me of his return."

Ah,replied the dukehere I think, is one of my servants
who is seeking you.

The duke was not mistaken; when he saw Franzthe servant
came up to him. "Your excellency he said, the master of
the Hotel de Londres has sent to let you know that a man is
waiting for you with a letter from the Viscount of Morcerf."

A letter from the viscount!exclaimed Franz.


And who is the man?

I do not know.

Why did he not bring it to me here?

The messenger did not say.

And where is the messenger?

He went away directly he saw me enter the ball-room to find

Oh,said the countess to Franzgo with all speed -- poor
young man! Perhaps some accident has happened to him.

I will hasten,replied Franz.

Shall we see you again to give us any information?
inquired the countess.

Yes, if it is not any serious affair, otherwise I cannot
answer as to what I may do myself.

Be prudent, in any event,said the countess.

Oh, pray be assured of that.Franz took his hat and went
away in haste. He had sent away his carriage with orders for
it to fetch him at two o'clock; fortunately the Palazzo
Braccianowhich is on one side in the Corsoand on the
other in the Square of the Holy Apostlesis hardly ten
minutes' walk from the Hotel de Londres. As he came near the
hotelFranz saw a man in the middle of the street. He had
no doubt that it was the messenger from Albert. The man was
wrapped up in a large cloak. He went up to himbutto his
extreme astonishmentthe stranger first addressed him.
What wants your excellency of me?inquired the man
retreating a step or twoas if to keep on his guard.

Are not you the person who brought me a letter,inquired
Franzfrom the Viscount of Morcerf?

Your excellency lodges at Pastrini's hotel?

I do.

Your excellency is the travelling companion of the

I am.

Your excellency's name-

Is the Baron Franz d'Epinay.

Then it is to your excellency that this letter is

Is there any answer?inquired Franztaking the letter
from him.

Yes -- your friend at least hopes so.

Come up-stairs with me, and I will give it to you.

I prefer waiting here,said the messengerwith a smile.

And why?

Your excellency will know when you have read the letter.

Shall I find you here, then?


Franz entered the hotel. On the staircase he met Signor
Pastrini. "Well?" said the landlord.

Well -- what?responded Franz.

You have seen the man who desired to speak with you from
your friend?he asked of Franz.

Yes, I have seen him,he repliedand he has handed this
letter to me. Light the candles in my apartment, if you
please.The inn-keeper gave orders to a servant to go
before Franz with a light. The young man had found Signor
Pastrini looking very much alarmedand this had only made
him the more anxious to read Albert's letter; and so he went

instantly towards the waxlightand unfolded it. It was
written and signed by Albert. Franz read it twice before he
could comprehend what it contained. It was thus worded: --

My Dear Fellow-- The moment you have received thishave
the kindness to take the letter of credit from my
pocket-bookwhich you will find in the square drawer of the
secretary; add your own to itif it be not sufficient. Run
to Torloniadraw from him instantly four thousand piastres
and give them to the bearer. It is urgent that I should have
this money without delay. I do not say morerelying on you
as you may rely on me. Your friend

Albert de Morcerf.

P.S. -- I now believe in Italian banditti.
Below these lines were writtenin a strange handthe
following in Italian: -

Se alle sei della mattina le quattro mile piastre non sono
nelle mie manialla sette il conte Alberto avra cessato di

Luigi Vampa.

If by six in the morning the four thousand piastres are not
in my hands, by seven o'clock the Count Albert will have
ceased to live.

This second signature explained everything to Franzwho now
understood the objection of the messenger to coming up into
the apartment; the street was safer for him. Albertthen
had fallen into the hands of the famous bandit chiefin
whose existence he had for so long a time refused to
believe. There was no time to lose. He hastened to open the
secretaryand found the pocket-book in the drawerand in
it the letter of credit. There were in all six thousand
piastresbut of these six thousand Albert had already
expended three thousand. As to Franzhe had no letter of
creditas he lived at Florenceand had only come to Rome
to pass seven or eight days; he had brought but a hundred
louisand of these he had not more than fifty left. Thus
seven or eight hundred piastres were wanting to them both to
make up the sum that Albert required. Truehe might in such
a case rely on the kindness of Signor Torlonia. He was
thereforeabout to return to the Palazzo Bracciano without
loss of timewhen suddenly a luminous idea crossed his
mind. He remembered the Count of Monte Cristo. Franz was
about to ring for Signor Pastriniwhen that worthy
presented himself. "My dear sir he said, hastily, do you
know if the count is within?"

Yes, your excellency; he has this moment returned.

Is he in bed?

I should say no.

Then ring at his door, if you please, and request him to be
so kind as to give me an audience.Signor Pastrini did as
he was desiredand returning five minutes afterhe said
-- "The count awaits your excellency." Franz went along the
corridorand a servant introduced him to the count. He was

in a small room which Franz had not yet seenand which was
surrounded with divans. The count came towards him. "Well
what good wind blows you hither at this hour?" said he;
have you come to sup with me? It would be very kind of

No; I have come to speak to you of a very serious matter.

A serious matter,said the countlooking at Franz with
the earnestness usual to him; "and what may it be?"

Are we alone?

Yes,replied the countgoing to the doorand returning.
Franz gave him Albert's letter. "Read that he said. The
count read it.

Wellwell!" said he.

Did you see the postscript?

I did, indeed.

`Se alle sei della mattina le quattro mile piastre non sono
nelle mie manialla sette il conte Alberto avra cessato di

`Luigi Vampa.'

What think you of that?inquired Franz.

Have you the money he demands?

Yes, all but eight hundred piastres.The count went to his
secretaryopened itand pulling out a drawer filled with
goldsaid to Franz-- "I hope you will not offend me by
applying to any one but myself."

You see, on the contrary, I come to you first and
instantly,replied Franz.

And I thank you; have what you will; and he made a sign to
Franz to take what he pleased.

Is it absolutely necessary, then, to send the money to
Luigi Vampa?asked the young manlooking fixedly in his
turn at the count.

Judge for yourself,replied he. "The postscript is

I think that if you would take the trouble of reflecting,
you could find a way of simplifying the negotiation,said

How so?returned the countwith surprise.

If we were to go together to Luigi Vampa, I am sure he
would not refuse you Albert's freedom.

What influence can I possibly have over a bandit?

Have you not just rendered him a service that can never be

What is that?

Have you not saved Peppino's life?

Well, well, said the count, who told you that?"

No matter; I know it.The count knit his browsand
remained silent an instant. "And if I went to seek Vampa
would you accompany me?"

If my society would not be disagreeable.

Be it so. It is a lovely night, and a walk without Rome
will do us both good.

Shall I take any arms?

For what purpose?

Any money?

It is useless. Where is the man who brought the letter?

In the street.

He awaits the answer?


I must learn where we are going. I will summon him hither.

It is useless; he would not come up.

To your apartments, perhaps; but he will not make any
difficulty at entering mine.The count went to the window
of the apartment that looked on to the streetand whistled
in a peculiar manner. The man in the mantle quitted the
walland advanced into the middle of the street. "Salite!"
said the countin the same tone in which he would have
given an order to his servant. The messenger obeyed without
the least hesitationbut rather with alacrityand
mounting the steps at a boundentered the hotel; five
seconds afterwards he was at the door of the room. "Ahit
is youPeppino said the count. But Peppino, instead of
answering, threw himself on his knees, seized the count's
hand, and covered it with kisses. Ah said the count, you
havethennot forgotten that I saved your life; that is
strangefor it is a week ago."

No, excellency; and never shall I forget it,returned
Peppinowith an accent of profound gratitude.

Never? That is a long time; but it is something that you
believe so. Rise and answer.Peppino glanced anxiously at
Franz. "Ohyou may speak before his excellency said he;
he is one of my friends. You allow me to give you this
title?" continued the count in Frenchit is necessary to
excite this man's confidence.

You can speak before me,said Franz; "I am a friend of the

Good!returned Peppino. "I am ready to answer any

questions your excellency may address to me."

How did the Viscount Albert fall into Luigi's hands?

Excellency, the Frenchman's carriage passed several times
the one in which was Teresa.

The chief's mistress?

Yes. The Frenchman threw her a bouquet; Teresa returned it
-- all this with the consent of the chief, who was in the

What?cried Franzwas Luigi Vampa in the carriage with
the Roman peasants?

It was he who drove, disguised as the coachman,replied

Well?said the count.

Well, then, the Frenchman took off his mask; Teresa, with
the chief's consent, did the same. The Frenchman asked for a
rendezvous; Teresa gave him one -- only, instead of Teresa,
it was Beppo who was on the steps of the church of San

What!exclaimed Franzthe peasant girl who snatched his
mocoletto from him-

Was a lad of fifteen,replied Peppino. "But it was no
disgrace to your friend to have been deceived; Beppo has
taken in plenty of others."

And Beppo led him outside the walls?said the count.

Exactly so; a carriage was waiting at the end of the Via
Macello. Beppo got in, inviting the Frenchman to follow him,
and he did not wait to be asked twice. He gallantly offered
the right-hand seat to Beppo, and sat by him. Beppo told him
he was going to take him to a villa a league from Rome; the
Frenchman assured him he would follow him to the end of the
world. The coachman went up the Via di Ripetta and the Porta
San Paola; and when they were two hundred yards outside, as
the Frenchman became somewhat too forward, Beppo put a brace
of pistols to his head, the coachman pulled up and did the
same. At the same time, four of the band, who were concealed
on the banks of the Almo, surrounded the carriage. The
Frenchman made some resistance, and nearly strangled Beppo;
but he could not resist five armed men. and was forced to
yield. They made him get out, walk along the banks of the
river, and then brought him to Teresa and Luigi, who were
waiting for him in the catacombs of St. Sebastian.

Well,said the countturning towards Franzit seems to
me that this is a very likely story. What do you say to it?

Why, that I should think it very amusing,replied Franz
if it had happened to any one but poor Albert.

And, in truth, if you had not found me here,said the
countit might have proved a gallant adventure which would
have cost your friend dear; but now, be assured, his alarm
will be the only serious consequence.

And shall we go and find him?inquired Franz.

Oh, decidedly, sir. He is in a very picturesque place -- do
you know the catacombs of St. Sebastian?

I was never in them; but I have often resolved to visit

Well, here is an opportunity made to your hand, and it
would be difficult to contrive a better. Have you a


That is of no consequence; I always have one ready, day and

Always ready?

Yes. I am a very capricious being, and I should tell you
that sometimes when I rise, or after my dinner, or in the
middle of the night, I resolve on starting for some
particular point, and away I go.The count rangand a
footman appeared. "Order out the carriage he said, and
remove the pistols which are in the holsters. You need not
awaken the coachman; Ali will drive." In a very short time
the noise of wheels was heardand the carriage stopped at
the door. The count took out his watch. "Half-past twelve
he said. We might start at five o'clock and be in timebut
the delay may cause your friend to pass an uneasy nightand
therefore we had better go with all speed to extricate him
from the hands of the infidels. Are you still resolved to
accompany me?"

More determined than ever.

Well, then, come along.

Franz and the count went downstairsaccompanied by Peppino.
At the door they found the carriage. Ali was on the boxin
whom Franz recognized the dumb slave of the grotto of Monte
Cristo. Franz and the count got into the carriage. Peppino
placed himself beside Aliand they set off at a rapid pace.
Ali had received his instructionsand went down the Corso
crossed the Campo Vaccinowent up the Strada San Gregorio
and reached the gates of St. Sebastian. Then the porter
raised some difficultiesbut the Count of Monte Cristo
produced a permit from the governor of Romeallowing him to
leave or enter the city at any hour of the day or night; the
portcullis was therefore raisedthe porter had a louis for
his troubleand they went on their way. The road which the
carriage now traversed was the ancient Appian Wayand
bordered with tombs. From time to timeby the light of the
moonwhich began to riseFranz imagined that he saw
something like a sentinel appear at various points among the
ruinsand suddenly retreat into the darkness on a signal
from Peppino. A short time before they reached the Baths of
Caracalla the carriage stoppedPeppino opened the doorand
the count and Franz alighted.

In ten minutes,said the count to his companionwe shall
be there.

He then took Peppino asidegave him an order in a low
voiceand Peppino went awaytaking with him a torch
brought with them in the carriage. Five minutes elapsed
during which Franz saw the shepherd going along a narrow
path that led over the irregular and broken surface of the
Campagna; and finally he disappeared in the midst of the
tall red herbagewhich seemed like the bristling mane of an
enormous lion. "Now said the count, let us follow him."
Franz and the count in their turn then advanced along the
same pathwhichat the distance of a hundred pacesled
them over a declivity to the bottom of a small valley. They
then perceived two men conversing in the obscurity. "Ought
we to go on?" asked Franz of the count; "or shall we wait

Let us go on; Peppino will have warned the sentry of our
coming.One of the two men was Peppinoand the other a
bandit on the lookout. Franz and the count advancedand the
bandit saluted them. "Your excellency said Peppino,
addressing the count, if you will follow methe opening of
the catacombs is close at hand."

Go on, then,replied the count. They came to an opening
behind a clump of bushes and in the midst of a pile of
rocksby which a man could scarcely pass. Peppino glided
first into this crevice; after they got along a few paces
the passage widened. Peppino passedlighted his torchand
turned to see if they came after him. The count first
reached an open space and Franz followed him closely. The
passageway sloped in a gentle descentenlarging as they
proceeded; still Franz and the count were compelled to
advance in a stooping postureand were scarcely able to
proceed abreast of one another. They went on a hundred and
fifty paces in this wayand then were stopped byWho
comes there?At the same time they saw the reflection of a
torch on a carbine barrel.

A friend!responded Peppino; andadvancing alone towards
the sentryhe said a few words to him in a low tone; and
then helike the firstsaluted the nocturnal visitors
making a sign that they might proceed.

Behind the sentinel was a staircase with twenty steps. Franz
and the count descended theseand found themselves in a
mortuary chamber. Five corridors diverged like the rays of a
starand the wallsdug into nicheswhich were arranged
one above the other in the shape of coffinsshowed that
they were at last in the catacombs. Down one of the
corridorswhose extent it was impossible to determinerays
of light were visible. The count laid his hand on Franz's
shoulder. "Would you like to see a camp of bandits in
repose?" he inquired.

Exceedingly,replied Franz.

Come with me, then. Peppino, put out the torch.Peppino
obeyedand Franz and the count were in utter darkness
except that fifty paces in advance of them a reddish glare
more evident since Peppino had put out his torchwas
visible along the wall. They advanced silentlythe count
guiding Franz as if he had the singular faculty of seeing in
the dark. Franz himselfhoweversaw his way more plainly
in proportion as he went on towards the lightwhich served
in some manner as a guide. Three arcades were before them

and the middle one was used as a door. These arcades opened
on one side into the corridor where the count and Franz
wereand on the other into a large square chamberentirely
surrounded by niches similar to those of which we have
spoken. In the midst of this chamber were four stoneswhich
had formerly served as an altaras was evident from the
cross which still surmounted them. A lampplaced at the
base of a pillarlighted up with its pale and flickering
flame the singular scene which presented itself to the eyes
of the two visitors concealed in the shadow. A man was
seated with his elbow leaning on the columnand was reading
with his back turned to the arcadesthrough the openings of
which the newcomers contemplated him. This was the chief of
the bandLuigi Vampa. Around himand in groupsaccording
to their fancylying in their mantlesor with their backs
against a sort of stone benchwhich went all round the
columbariumwere to be seen twenty brigands or moreeach
having his carbine within reach. At the other endsilent
scarcely visibleand like a shadowwas a sentinelwho was
walking up and down before a grottowhich was only
distinguishable because in that spot the darkness seemed
more dense than elsewhere. When the count thought Franz had
gazed sufficiently on this picturesque tableauhe raised
his finger to his lipsto warn him to be silentand
ascending the three steps which led to the corridor of the
columbariumentered the chamber by the middle arcadeand
advanced towards Vampawho was so intent on the book before
him that he did not hear the noise of his footsteps.

Who comes there?cried the sentinelwho was less
abstractedand who saw by the lamp-light a shadow
approaching his chief. At this challengeVampa rose
quicklydrawing at the same moment a pistol from his
girdle. In a moment all the bandits were on their feetand
twenty carbines were levelled at the count. "Well said he
in a voice perfectly calm, and no muscle of his countenance
disturbed, wellmy dear Vampait appears to me that you
receive a friend with a great deal of ceremony."

Ground arms,exclaimed the chiefwith an imperative sign
of the handwhile with the other he took off his hat
respectfully; thenturning to the singular personage who
had caused this scenehe saidYour pardon, your
excellency, but I was so far from expecting the honor of a
visit, that I did not really recognize you.

It seems that your memory is equally short in everything,
Vampa,said the countand that not only do you forget
people's faces, but also the conditions you make with them.

What conditions have I forgotten, your excellency?
inquired the banditwith the air of a man whohaving
committed an erroris anxious to repair it.

Was it not agreed,asked the countthat not only my
person, but also that of my friends, should be respected by

And how have I broken that treaty, your excellency?

You have this evening carried off and conveyed hither the
Vicomte Albert de Morcerf. Well,continued the countin a
tone that made Franz shudderthis young gentleman is one
of my friends -- this young gentleman lodges in the same

hotel as myself -- this young gentleman has been up and down
the Corso for eight hours in my private carriage, and yet, I
repeat to you, you have carried him off, and conveyed him
hither, and,added the counttaking the letter from his
pocketyou have set a ransom on him, as if he were an
utter stranger.

Why did you not tell me all this -- you?inquired the
brigand chiefturning towards his menwho all retreated
before his look. "Why have you caused me thus to fail in my
word towards a gentleman like the countwho has all our
lives in his hands? By heavensif I thought one of you knew
that the young gentleman was the friend of his excellencyI
would blow his brains out with my own hand!"

Well,said the countturning towards FranzI told you
there was some mistake in this.

Are you not alone?asked Vampa with uneasiness.

I am with the person to whom this letter was addressed, and
to whom I desired to prove that Luigi Vampa was a man of his
word. Come, your excellency,the count addedturning to
Franzhere is Luigi Vampa, who will himself express to you
his deep regret at the mistake he has committed.Franz
approachedthe chief advancing several steps to meet him.
Welcome among us, your excellency,he said to him; "you
heard what the count just saidand also my reply; let me
add that I would not for the four thousand piastres at which
I had fixed your friend's ransomthat this had happened."

But,said Franzlooking round him uneasilywhere is the
Viscount? -- I do not see him.

Nothing has happened to him, I hope,said the count

The prisoner is there,replied Vampapointing to the
hollow space in front of which the bandit was on guardand
I will go myself and tell him he is free.The chief went
towards the place he had pointed out as Albert's prisonand
Franz and the count followed him. "What is the prisoner
doing?" inquired Vampa of the sentinel.

Ma foi, captain,replied the sentryI do not know; for
the last hour I have not heard him stir.

Come in, your excellency,said Vampa. The count and Franz
ascended seven or eight steps after the chiefwho drew back
a bolt and opened a door. Thenby the gleam of a lamp
similar to that which lighted the columbariumAlbert was to
be seen wrapped up in a cloak which one of the bandits had
lent himlying in a corner in profound slumber. "Come
said the count, smiling with his own peculiar smile, not so
bad for a man who is to be shot at seven o'clock to-morrow
morning." Vampa looked at Albert with a kind of admiration;
he was not insensible to such a proof of courage.

You are right, your excellency,he said; "this must be one
of your friends." Then going to Alberthe touched him on
the shouldersayingWill your excellency please to
awaken?Albert stretched out his armsrubbed his eyelids
and opened his eyes. "Oh said he, is it youcaptain? You
should have allowed me to sleep. I had such a delightful

dream. I was dancing the galop at Torlonia's with the
Countess G---- ." Then he drew his watch from his pocket
that he might see how time sped.

Half-past one only?said he. "Why the devil do you rouse
me at this hour?"

To tell you that you are free, your excellency.

My dear fellow,replied Albertwith perfect ease of mind
remember, for the future, Napoleon's maxim, `Never awaken
me but for bad news;' if you had let me sleep on, I should
have finished my galop, and have been grateful to you all my
life. So, then, they have paid my ransom?

No, your excellency.

Well, then, how am I free?

A person to whom I can refuse nothing has come to demand

Come hither?

Yes, hither.

Really? Then that person is a most amiable person.Albert
looked around and perceived Franz. "What said he, is it
youmy dear Franzwhose devotion and friendship are thus

No, not I,replied Franzbut our neighbor, the Count of
Monte Cristo.

Oh. my dear count.said Albert gaylyarranging his cravat
and wristbandsyou are really most kind, and I hope you
will consider me as under eternal obligations to you, in the
first place for the carriage, and in the next for this
visit,and he put out his hand to the Countwho shuddered
as he gave his ownbut who nevertheless did give it. The
bandit gazed on this scene with amazement; he was evidently
accustomed to see his prisoners tremble before himand yet
here was one whose gay temperament was not for a moment
altered; as for Franzhe was enchanted at the way in which
Albert had sustained the national honor in the presence of
the bandit. "My dear Albert he said, if you will make
hastewe shall yet have time to finish the night at
Torlonia's. You may conclude your interrupted galopso that
you will owe no ill-will to Signor Luigiwho hasindeed
throughout this whole affair acted like a gentleman."

You are decidedly right, and we may reach the Palazzo by
two o'clock. Signor Luigi,continued Albertis there any
formality to fulfil before I take leave of your excellency?

None, sir,replied the bandityou are as free as air.

Well, then, a happy and merry life to you. Come, gentlemen,

And Albertfollowed by Franz and the countdescended the
staircasecrossed the square chamberwhere stood all the
banditshat in hand. "Peppino said the brigand chief,
give me the torch."

What are you going to do?inquired the count.

l will show you the way back myself,said the captain;
that is the least honor that I can render to your
excellency.And taking the lighted torch from the hands of
the herdsmanhe preceded his guestsnot as a servant who
performs an act of civilitybut like a king who precedes
ambassadors. On reaching the doorhe bowed. "And nowyour
excellency added he, allow me to repeat my apologiesand
I hope you will not entertain any resentment at what has

No, my dear Vampa,replied the count; "besidesyou
compensate for your mistakes in so gentlemanly a waythat
one almost feels obliged to you for having committed them."

Gentlemen,added the chiefturning towards the young men
perhaps the offer may not appear very tempting to you; but
if you should ever feel inclined to pay me a second visit,
wherever I may be, you shall be welcome.Franz and Albert
bowed. The count went out firstthen Albert. Franz paused
for a moment. "Has your excellency anything to ask me?" said
Vampa with a smile.

Yes, I have,replied Franz; "I am curious to know what
work you were perusing with so much attention as we

Caesar's `Commentaries,'said the banditit is my
favorite work.

Well, are you coming?asked Albert.

Yes,replied Franzhere I am,and hein his turnleft
the caves. They advanced to the plain. "Ahyour pardon
said Albert, turning round; will you allow mecaptain?"
And he lighted his cigar at Vampa's torch. "Nowmy dear
count he said, let us on with all the speed we may. I am
enormously anxious to finish my night at the Duke of
Bracciano's." They found the carriage where they had left
it. The count said a word in Arabic to Aliand the horses
went on at great speed. It was just two o'clock by Albert's
watch when the two friends entered into the dancing-room.
Their return was quite an eventbut as they entered
togetherall uneasiness on Albert's account ceased
instantly. "Madame said the Viscount of Morcerf, advancing
towards the countess, yesterday you were so condescending
as to promise me a galop; I am rather late in claiming this
gracious promisebut here is my friendwhose character for
veracity you well knowand he will assure you the delay
arose from no fault of mine." And as at this moment the
orchestra gave the signal for the waltzAlbert put his arm
round the waist of the countessand disappeared with her in
the whirl of dancers. In the meanwhile Franz was considering
the singular shudder that had passed over the Count of Monte
Cristo at the moment when he had beenin some sortforced
to give his hand to Albert.

Chapter 38
The Compact.

The first words that Albert uttered to his friendon the
following morningcontained a request that Franz would
accompany him on a visit to the count; truethe young man
had warmly and energetically thanked the count on the
previous evening; but services such as he had rendered could
never be too often acknowledged. Franzwho seemed attracted
by some invisible influence towards the countin which
terror was strangely mingledfelt an extreme reluctance to
permit his friend to be exposed alone to the singular
fascination that this mysterious personage seemed to
exercise over himand therefore made no objection to
Albert's requestbut at once accompanied him to the desired
spotandafter a short delaythe count joined them in the
salon. "My dear count said Albert, advancing to meet him,
permit me to repeat the poor thanks I offered last night
and to assure you that the remembrance of all I owe to you
will never be effaced from my memory; believe meas long as
I liveI shall never cease to dwell with grateful
recollection on the prompt and important service you
rendered me; and also to remember that to you I am indebted
even for my life."

My very good friend and excellent neighbor,replied the
countwith a smileyou really exaggerate my trifling
exertions. You owe me nothing but some trifle of 20,000
francs, which you have been saved out of your travelling
expenses, so that there is not much of a score between us;
-- but you must really permit me to congratulate you on the
ease and unconcern with which you resigned yourself to your
fate, and the perfect indifference you manifested as to the
turn events might take.

Upon my word,said AlbertI deserve no credit for what I
could not help, namely, a determination to take everything
as I found it, and to let those bandits see, that although
men get into troublesome scrapes all over the world, there
is no nation but the French that can smile even in the face
of grim Death himself. All that, however, has nothing to do
with my obligations to you, and I now come to ask you
whether, in my own person, my family, or connections, I can
in any way serve you? My father, the Comte de Morcerf,
although of Spanish origin, possesses considerable
influence, both at the court of France and Madrid, and I
unhesitatingly place the best services of myself, and all to
whom my life is dear, at your disposal.

Monsieur de Morcerf,replied the countyour offer, far
from surprising me, is precisely what I expected from you,
and I accept it in the same spirit of hearty sincerity with
which it is made; -- nay, I will go still further, and say
that I had previously made up my mind to ask a great favor
at your hands.

Oh, pray name it.

I am wholly a stranger to Paris -- it is a city I have
never yet seen.

Is it possible,exclaimed Albertthat you have reached
your present age without visiting the finest capital in the
world? I can scarcely credit it.

Nevertheless, it is quite true; still, I agree with you in
thinking that my present ignorance of the first city in

Europe is a reproach to me in every way, and calls for
immediate correction; but, in all probability, I should have
performed so important, so necessary a duty, as that of
making myself acquainted with the wonders and beauties of
your justly celebrated capital, had I known any person who
would have introduced me into the fashionable world, but
unfortunately I possessed no acquaintance there, and, of
necessity, was compelled to abandon the idea.

So distinguished an individual as yourself,cried Albert
could scarcely have required an introduction.

You are most kind; but as regards myself, I can find no
merit I possess, save that, as a millionaire, I might have
become a partner in the speculations of M. Aguado and M.
Rothschild; but as my motive in travelling to your capital
would not have been for the pleasure of dabbling in stocks,
I stayed away till some favorable chance should present
itself of carrying my wish into execution. Your offer,
however, smooths all difficulties, and I have only to ask
you, my dear M. de Morcerf(these words were accompanied by
a most peculiar smile)whether you undertake, upon my
arrival in France, to open to me the doors of that
fashionable world of which I know no more than a Huron or a
native of Cochin-China?

Oh, that I do, and with infinite pleasure,answered
Albert; "and so much the more readily as a letter received
this morning from my father summons me to Parisin
consequence of a treaty of marriage (my dear Franzdo not
smileI beg of you) with a family of high standingand
connected with the very cream of Parisian society."

Connected by marriage, you mean,said Franzlaughingly.

Well, never mind how it is,answered Albertit comes to
the same thing in the end. Perhaps by the time you return to
Paris, I shall be quite a sober, staid father of a family! A
most edifying representative I shall make of all the
domestic virtues -- don't you think so? But as regards your
wish to visit our fine city, my dear count, I can only say
that you may command me and mine to any extent you please.

Then it is settled,said the countand I give you my
solemn assurance that I only waited an opportunity like the
present to realize plans that I have long meditated.Franz
did not doubt that these plans were the same concerning
which the count had dropped a few words in the grotto of
Monte Cristoand while the Count was speaking the young man
watched him closelyhoping to read something of his purpose
in his facebut his countenance was inscrutable especially
whenas in the present caseit was veiled in a sphinx-like
smile. "But tell me nowcount exclaimed Albert, delighted
at the idea of having to chaperon so distinguished a person
as Monte Cristo; tell me truly whether you are in earnest
or if this project of visiting Paris is merely one of the
chimerical and uncertain air castles of which we make so
many in the course of our livesbut whichlike a house
built on the sandis liable to be blown over by the first
puff of wind?"

I pledge you my honor,returned the countthat I mean to
do as I have said; both inclination and positive necessity
compel me to visit Paris.

When do you propose going thither?

Have you made up your mind when you shall be there

Certainly I have; in a fortnight or three weeks' time, that
is to say, as fast as I can get there!

Nay,said the Count; "I will give you three months ere I
join you; you see I make an ample allowance for all delays
and difficulties.

And in three months' time,said Albertyou will be at my

Shall we make a positive appointment for a particular day
and hour?inquired the count; "only let me warn you that I
am proverbial for my punctilious exactitude in keeping my

Day for day, hour for hour,said Albert; "that will suit
me to a dot."

So be it, then,replied the countand extending his hand
towards a calendarsuspended near the chimney-piecehe
saidto-day is the 21st of February;and drawing out his
watchaddedit is exactly half-past ten o'clock. Now
promise me to remember this, and expect me the 21st of May
at the same hour in the forenoon.

Capital,exclaimed Albert; "your breakfast shall be

Where do you live?

No. 27, Rue du Helder.

Have you bachelor's apartments there? I hope my coming will
not put you to any inconvenience.

I reside in my father's house, but occupy a pavilion at the
farther side of the court-yard, entirely separated from the
main building.

Quite sufficient,replied the countastaking out his
tabletshe wrote down "No. 27Rue du Helder21st May
half-past ten in the morning."

Now then,said the countreturning his tablets to his
pocketmake yourself perfectly easy; the hand of your
time-piece will not be more accurate in marking the time
than myself.

Shall I see you again ere my departure?asked Albert.

That depends; when do you leave?

To-morrow evening, at five o'clock.

In that case I must say adieu to you, as I am compelled to
go to Naples, and shall not return hither before Saturday
evening or Sunday morning. And you, baron,pursued the
countaddressing Franzdo you also depart to-morrow?


For France?

No, for Venice; I shall remain in Italy for another year or

Then we shall not meet in Paris?

I fear I shall not have that honor.

Well, since we must part,said the countholding out a
hand to each of the young menallow me to wish you both a
safe and pleasant journey.It was the first time the hand
of Franz had come in contact with that of the mysterious
individual before himand unconsciously he shuddered at its
touchfor it felt cold and icy as that of a corpse. "Let us
understand each other said Albert; it is agreed -- is it
not? -- that you are to be at No. 27in the Rue du Helder
on the 21st of Mayat half-past ten in the morningand
your word of honor passed for your punctuality?"

The 21st of May, at half-past ten in the morning, Rue du
Helder, No. 27,replied the Count. The young men then rose
and bowing to the countquitted the room. "What is the
matter?" asked Albert of Franzwhen they had returned to
their own apartments; "you seem more than commonly

I will confess to you, Albert,replied Franzthe count
is a very singular person, and the appointment you have made
to meet him in Paris fills me with a thousand

My dear fellow,exclaimed Albertwhat can there possibly
be in that to excite uneasiness? Why, you must have lost
your senses.

Whether I am in my senses or not,answered Franzthat is
the way I feel.

Listen to me, Franz,said Albert; "I am glad that the
occasion has presented itself for saying this to youfor I
have noticed how cold you are in your bearing towards the
countwhile heon the other handhas always been courtesy
itself to us. Have you anything particular against him?"


Did you ever meet him previously to coming hither?

I have.

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.

Then listen to me.Franz then related to his friend the
history of his excursion to the Island of Monte Cristo and
of his finding a party of smugglers thereand the two
Corsican bandits with them. He dwelt with considerable force
and energy on the almost magical hospitality he had received
from the countand the magnificence of his entertainment in
the grotto of the "Thousand and One Nights." He recounted
with circumstantial exactitudeall the particulars of the
supperthe hashishthe statuesthe dreamand howat his
awakeningthere remained no proof or trace of all these
eventssave the small yachtseen in the distant horizon
driving under full sail toward Porto-Vecchio. Then he
detailed the conversation overheard by him at the Colosseum
between the count and Vampain which the count had promised
to obtain the release of the bandit Peppino-- an
engagement whichas our readers are awarehe most
faithfully fulfilled. At last he arrived at the adventure of
the preceding nightand the embarrassment in which he found
himself placed by not having sufficient cash by six or seven
hundred piastres to make up the sum requiredand finally of
his application to the count and the picturesque and
satisfactory result that followed. Albert listened with the
most profound attention. "Well said he, when Franz had
concluded, what do you find to object to in all you have
related? The count is fond of travellingandbeing rich
possesses a vessel of his own. Go but to Portsmouth or
Southamptonand you will find the harbors crowded with the
yachts belonging to such of the English as can afford the
expenseand have the same liking for this amusement. Now
by way of having a resting-place during his excursions
avoiding the wretched cookery -- which has been trying its
best to poison me during the last four monthswhile you
have manfully resisted its effects for as many years-- and
obtaining a bed on which it is possible to slumberMonte
Cristo has furnished for himself a temporary abode where you
first found him; butto prevent the possibility of the
Tuscan government taking a fancy to his enchanted palace
and thereby depriving him of the advantages naturally
expected from so large an outlay of capitalhe has wisely
enough purchased the islandand taken its name. Just ask
yourselfmy good fellowwhether there are not many persons
of our acquaintance who assume the names of lands and
properties they never in their lives were masters of?"

But,said Franzthe Corsican bandits that were among the
crew of his vessel?

Why, really the thing seems to me simple enough. Nobody
knows better than yourself that the bandits of Corsica are
not rogues or thieves, but purely and simply fugitives,
driven by some sinister motive from their native town or
village, and that their fellowship involves no disgrace or
stigma; for my own part, I protest that, should I ever go to
Corsica, my first visit, ere even I presented myself to the
mayor or prefect, should be to the bandits of Colomba, if I
could only manage to find them; for, on my conscience, they
are a race of men I admire greatly.

Still,persisted FranzI suppose you will allow that
such men as Vampa and his band are regular villains, who
have no other motive than plunder when they seize your
person. How do you explain the influence the count evidently
possessed over those ruffians?

My good friend, as in all probability I own my present
safety to that influence, it would ill become me to search
too closely into its source; therefore, instead of
condemning him for his intimacy with outlaws, you must give
me leave to excuse any little irregularity there may be in
such a connection; not altogether for preserving my life,
for my own idea was that it never was in much danger, but
certainly for saving me 4,000 piastres, which, being
translated, means neither more nor less than 24,000 livres
of our money -- a sum at which, most assuredly, I should
never have been estimated in France, proving most
indisputably,added Albert with a laughthat no prophet
is honored in his own country.

Talking of countries,replied Franzof what country is
the count, what is his native tongue, whence does he derive
his immense fortune, and what were those events of his early
life -- a life as marvellous as unknown -- that have
tinctured his succeeding years with so dark and gloomy a
misanthropy? Certainly these are questions that, in your
place, I should like to have answered.

My dear Franz,replied Albertwhen, upon receipt of my
letter, you found the necessity of asking the count's
assistance, you promptly went to him, saying, `My friend
Albert de Morcerf is in danger; help me to deliver him.' Was
not that nearly what you said?

It was.

Well, then, did he ask you, `Who is M. Albert de Morcerf?
how does he come by his name -- his fortune? what are his
means of existence? what is his birthplace! of what country
is he a native?' Tell me, did he put all these questions to

I confess he asked me none.

No; he merely came and freed me from the hands of Signor
Vampa, where, I can assure you, in spite of all my outward
appearance of ease and unconcern, I did not very
particularly care to remain. Now, then, Franz, when, for
services so promptly and unhesitatingly rendered, he but
asks me in return to do for him what is done daily for any
Russian prince or Italian nobleman who may pass through
Paris -- merely to introduce him into society -- would you
have me refuse? My good fellow, you must have lost your
senses to think it possible I could act with such
cold-blooded policy.And this time it must be confessed
thatcontrary to the usual state of affairs in discussions
between the young menthe effective arguments were all on
Albert's side.

Well,said Franz with a sighdo as you please my dear
viscount, for your arguments are beyond my powers of
refutation. Still, in spite of all, you must admit that this
Count of Monte Cristo is a most singular personage.

He is a philanthropist,answered the other; "and no doubt
his motive in visiting Paris is to compete for the Monthyon
prizegivenas you are awareto whoever shall be proved
to have most materially advanced the interests of virtue and
humanity. If my vote and interest can obtain it for himI

will readily give him the one and promise the other. And
nowmy dear Franzlet us talk of something else. Come
shall we take our luncheonand then pay a last visit to St.
Peter's?" Franz silently assented; and the following
afternoonat half-past five o'clockthe young men parted.
Albert de Morcerf to return to Parisand Franz d'Epinay to
pass a fortnight at Venice. Butere he entered his
travelling carriageAlbertfearing that his expected guest
might forget the engagement he had entered intoplaced in
the care of a waiter at the hotel a card to be delivered to
the Count of Monte Cristoon whichbeneath the name of
Vicomte Albert de Morcerfhe had written in pencil -- "27
Rue du Helderon the 21st Mayhalf-past ten A.M."

Chapter 39
The Guests.

In the house in the Rue du Helderwhere Albert had invited
the Count of Monte Cristoeverything was being prepared on
the morning of the 21st of May to do honor to the occasion.
Albert de Morcerf inhabited a pavilion situated at the
corner of a large courtand directly opposite another
buildingin which were the servants' apartments. Two
windows only of the pavilion faced the street; three other
windows looked into the courtand two at the back into the
garden. Between the court and the gardenbuilt in the heavy
style of the imperial architecturewas the large and
fashionable dwelling of the Count and Countess of Morcerf. A
high wall surrounded the whole of the hotelsurmounted at
intervals by vases filled with flowersand broken in the
centre by a large gate of gilded ironwhich served as the
carriage entrance. A small doorclose to the lodge of the
conciergegave ingress and egress to the servants and
masters when they were on foot.

It was easy to discover that the delicate care of a mother
unwilling to part from her sonand yet aware that a young
man of the viscount's age required the full exercise of his
libertyhad chosen this habitation for Albert. There were
not lackinghoweverevidences of what we may call the
intelligent egoism of a youth who is charmed with the
indolentcareless life of an only sonand who lives as it
were in a gilded cage. By means of the two windows looking
into the streetAlbert could see all that passed; the sight
of what is going on is necessary to young menwho always
want to see the world traverse their horizoneven if that
horizon is only a public thoroughfare. Thenshould anything
appear to merit a more minute examinationAlbert de Morcerf
could follow up his researches by means of a small gate
similar to that close to the concierge's doorand which
merits a particular description. It was a little entrance
that seemed never to have been opened since the house was
builtso entirely was it covered with dust and dirt; but
the well-oiled hinges and locks told quite another story.
This door was a mockery to the conciergefrom whose
vigilance and jurisdiction it was freeandlike that
famous portal in the "Arabian Nights opening at the
Sesame" of Ali Babait was wont to swing backward at a
cabalistic word or a concerted tap from without from the
sweetest voices or whitest fingers in the world. At the end
of a long corridorwith which the door communicatedand
which formed the ante-chamberwason the rightAlbert's

breakfast-roomlooking into the courtand on the left the
salonlooking into the garden. Shrubs and creeping plants
covered the windowsand hid from the garden and court these
two apartmentsthe only rooms into whichas they were on
the ground-floorthe prying eyes of the curious could
penetrate. On the floor above were similar roomswith the
addition of a thirdformed out of the ante-chamber; these
three rooms were a salona boudoirand a bedroom. The
salon down-stairs was only an Algerian divanfor the use of
smokers. The boudoir up-stairs communicated with the
bed-chamber by an invisible door on the staircase; it was
evident that every precaution had been taken. Above this
floor was a large atelierwhich had been increased in size
by pulling down the partitions -- a pandemoniumin which
the artist and the dandy strove for preeminence. There were
collected and piled up all Albert's successive caprices
hunting-hornsbass-violsflutes -- a whole orchestrafor
Albert had had not a taste but a fancy for music; easels
palettesbrushespencils -- for music had been succeeded
by painting; foilsboxing-glovesbroadswordsand
single-sticks -- forfollowing the example of the
fashionable young men of the timeAlbert de Morcerf
cultivatedwith far more perseverance than music and
drawingthe three arts that complete a dandy's education
i.e.fencingboxingand single-stick; and it was here
that he received GrisierCookand Charles Leboucher. The
rest of the furniture of this privileged apartment consisted
of old cabinetsfilled with Chinese porcelain and Japanese
vasesLucca della Robbia faienceand Palissy platters; of
old arm-chairsin which perhaps had sat Henry IV. or Sully
Louis XIII. or Richelieu -- for two of these arm-chairs
adorned with a carved shieldon which were engraved the
fleur-de-lis of France on an azure field evidently came from
the Louvreorat leastsome royal residence. Over these
dark and sombre chairs were thrown splendid stuffsdyed
beneath Persia's sunor woven by the fingers of the women
of Calcutta or of Chandernagor. What these stuffs did there
it was impossible to say; they awaitedwhile gratifying the
eyesa destination unknown to their owner himself; in the
meantime they filled the place with their golden and silky
reflections. In the centre of the room was a Roller and
Blanchet "baby grand" piano in rosewoodbut holding the
potentialities of an orchestra in its narrow and sonorous
cavityand groaning beneath the weight of the
chefs-d'oeuvre of BeethovenWeberMozartHaydnGretry
and Porpora. On the wallsover the doorson the ceiling
were swordsdaggersMalay creesesmacesbattle-axes;
gildeddamaskedand inlaid suits of armor; dried plants
mineralsand stuffed birdstheir flame-colored wings
outspread in motionless flightand their beaks forever
open. This was Albert's favorite lounging place.

Howeverthe morning of the appointmentthe young man had
established himself in the small salon down-stairs. There
on a tablesurrounded at some distance by a large and
luxurious divanevery species of tobacco known-- from the
yellow tobacco of Petersburg to the black of Sinaiand so
on along the scale from Maryland and Porto-Ricoto Latakia
-- was exposed in pots of crackled earthenware of which the
Dutch are so fond; beside themin boxes of fragrant wood
were rangedaccording to their size and qualitypueros
regaliashavanasand manillas; andin an open cabineta
collection of German pipesof chibouqueswith their amber
mouth-pieces ornamented with coraland of narghileswith

their long tubes of moroccoawaiting the caprice or the
sympathy of the smokers. Albert had himself presided at the
arrangementorratherthe symmetrical derangementwhich
after coffeethe guests at a breakfast of modern days love
to contemplate through the vapor that escapes from their
mouthsand ascends in long and fanciful wreaths to the
ceiling. At a quarter to tena valet entered; he composed
with a little groom named Johnand who only spoke English
all Albert's establishmentalthough the cook of the hotel
was always at his serviceand on great occasions the
count's chasseur also. This valetwhose name was Germain
and who enjoyed the entire confidence of his young master
held in one hand a number of papersand in the other a
packet of letterswhich he gave to Albert. Albert glanced
carelessly at the different missivesselected two written
in a small and delicate handand enclosed in scented
envelopesopened them and perused their contents with some
attention. "How did these letters come?" said he.

One by the post, Madame Danglars' footman left the other.

Let Madame Danglars know that I accept the place she offers
me in her box. Wait; then, during the day, tell Rosa that
when I leave the Opera I will sup with her as she wishes.
Take her six bottles of different wine -- Cyprus, sherry,
and Malaga, and a barrel of Ostend oysters; get them at
Borel's, and be sure you say they are for me.

At what o'clock, sir, do you breakfast?

What time is it now?

A quarter to ten.

Very well, at half past ten. Debray will, perhaps, be
obliged to go to the minister -- and besides(Albert looked
at his tablets)it is the hour I told the count, 21st May,
at half past ten; and though I do not much rely upon his
promise, I wish to be punctual. Is the countess up yet?

If you wish, I will inquire.

Yes, ask her for one of her liqueur cellarets, mine is
incomplete; and tell her I shall have the honor of seeing
her about three o'clock, and that I request permission to
introduce some one to her.The valet left the room. Albert
threw himself on the divantore off the cover of two or
three of the paperslooked at the theatre announcements
made a face seeing they gave an operaand not a ballet;
hunted vainly amongst the advertisements for a new
tooth-powder of which he had heardand threw downone
after the otherthe three leading papers of Paris
mutteringThese papers become more and more stupid every
day.A moment aftera carriage stopped before the door
and the servant announced M. Lucien Debray. A tall young
manwith light hairclear gray eyesand thin and
compressed lipsdressed in a blue coat with beautifully
carved gold buttonsa white neckclothand a tortoiseshell
eye-glass suspended by a silken threadand whichby an
effort of the superciliary and zygomatic muscleshe fixed
in his eyeenteredwith a half-official airwithout
smiling or speaking. "Good-morningLuciengood-morning
said Albert; your punctuality really alarms me. What do I
say? punctuality! Youwhom I expected lastyou arrive at

five minutes to tenwhen the time fixed was half-past! Has
the ministry resigned?"

No, my dear fellow,returned the young manseating
himself on the divan; "reassure yourself; we are tottering
alwaysbut we never falland I begin to believe that we
shall pass into a state of immobilityand then the affairs
of the Peninsula will completely consolidate us."

Ah, true; you drive Don Carlos out of Spain.

No, no, my dear fellow, do not confound our plans. We take
him to the other side of the French frontier, and offer him
hospitality at Bourges.

At Bourges?

Yes, he has not much to complain of; Bourges is the capital
of Charles VII. Do you not know that all Paris knew it
yesterday, and the day before it had already transpired on
the Bourse, and M. Danglars (I do not know by what means
that man contrives to obtain intelligence as soon as we do)
made a million!

And you another order, for I see you have a blue ribbon at
your button-hole.

Yes; they sent me the order of Charles III.,returned

Come, do not affect indifference, but confess you were
pleased to have it.

Oh, it is very well as a finish to the toilet. It looks
very neat on a black coat buttoned up.

And makes you resemble the Prince of Wales or the Duke of

It is for that reason you see me so early.

Because you have the order of Charles III., and you wish to
announce the good news to me?

No, because I passed the night writing letters, -- five and
twenty despatches. I returned home at daybreak, and strove
to sleep; but my head ached and I got up to have a ride for
an hour. At the Bois de Boulogne, ennui and hunger attacked
me at once, -- two enemies who rarely accompany each other,
and who are yet leagued against me, a sort of
Carlo-republican alliance. I then recollected you gave a
breakfast this morning, and here I am. I am hungry, feed me;
I am bored, amuse me.

It is my duty as your host,returned Albertringing the
bellwhile Lucien turned overwith his gold-mounted cane
the papers that lay on the table. "Germaina glass of
sherry and a biscuit. In the meantime. my dear Lucienhere
are cigars -- contrabandof course -- try themand
persuade the minister to sell us such instead of poisoning
us with cabbage leaves."

Peste, I will do nothing of the kind; the moment they come
from government you would find them execrable. Besides, that

does not concern the home but the financial department.
Address yourself to M. Humann, section of the indirect
contributions, corridor A., No. 26.

On my word,said Albertyou astonish me by the extent of
your knowledge. Take a cigar.

Really, my dear Albert,replied Lucienlighting a manilla
at a rose-colored taper that burnt in a be beautifully
enamelled stand -- "how happy you are to have nothing to do.
You do not know your own good fortune!"

And what would you do, my dear diplomatist,replied
Morcerfwith a slight degree of irony in his voiceif you
did nothing? What? private secretary to a minister, plunged
at once into European cabals and Parisian intrigues; having
kings, and, better still, queens, to protect, parties to
unite, elections to direct; 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; possessing
five and twenty thousand francs a year, besides your place;
a horse, for which Chateau-Renaud offered you four hundred
louis, and which you would not part with; a tailor who never
disappoints you; with the opera, the jockey-club, and other
diversions, can you not amuse yourself? Well, I will amuse


By introducing to you a new acquaintance.

A man or a woman?

A man.

I know so many men already.

But you do not know this man.

Where does he come from -- the end of the world?

Farther still, perhaps.

The deuce! I hope he does not bring our breakfast with

Oh, no; our breakfast comes from my father's kitchen. Are
you hungry?

Humiliating as such a confession is, I am. But I dined at

M. de Villefort's, and lawyers always give you very bad
dinners. You would think they felt some remorse; did you
ever remark that?
Ah, depreciate other persons' dinners; you ministers give
such splendid ones.

Yes; but we do not invite people of fashion. If we were not
forced to entertain a parcel of country boobies because they
think and vote with us, we should never dream of dining at
home, I assure you.

Well, take another glass of sherry and another biscuit.

Willingly. Your Spanish wine is excellent. You see we were
quite right to pacify that country.

Yes; but Don Carlos?

Well, Don Carlos will drink Bordeaux, and in ten years we
will marry his son to the little queen.

You will then obtain the Golden Fleece, if you are still in
the ministry.

I think, Albert, you have adopted the system of feeding me
on smoke this morning.

Well, you must allow it is the best thing for the stomach;
but I hear Beauchamp in the next room; you can dispute
together, and that will pass away the time.

About what?

About the papers.

My dear friend,said Lucien with an air of sovereign
contemptdo I ever read the papers?

Then you will dispute the more.

M. Beauchamp,announced the servant. "Come income in
said Albert, rising and advancing to meet the young man.
Here is Debraywho detests you without reading youso he

He is quite right,returned Beauchamp; "for I criticise
him without knowing what he does. Good-daycommander!"

Ah, you know that already,said the private secretary
smiling and shaking hands with him.


And what do they say of it in the world?

In which world? we have so many worlds in the year of grace

In the entire political world, of which you are one of the

They say that it is quite fair, and that sowing so much
red, you ought to reap a little blue.

Come, come, that is not bad!said Lucien. "Why do you not
join our partymy dear Beauchamp? With your talents you
would make your fortune in three or four years."

I only await one thing before following your advice; that
is, a minister who will hold office for six months. My dear
Albert, one word, for I must give poor Lucien a respite. Do
we breakfast or dine? I must go to the Chamber, for our life
is not an idle one.

You only breakfast; I await two persons, and the instant
they arrive we shall sit down to table.

Chapter 40
The Breakfast.

And what sort of persons do you expect to breakfast?said

A gentleman, and a diplomatist.

Then we shall have to wait two hours for the gentleman, and
three for the diplomatist. I shall come back to dessert;
keep me some strawberries, coffee, and cigars. I shall take
a cutlet on my way to the Chamber.

Do not do anything of the sort; for were the gentleman a
Montmorency, and the diplomatist a Metternich, we will
breakfast at eleven; in the meantime, follow Debray's
example, and take a glass of sherry and a biscuit.

Be it so; I will stay; I must do something to distract my

You are like Debray, and yet it seems to me that when the
minister is out of spirits, the opposition ought to be

Ah, you do not know with what I am threatened. I shall hear
this morning that M. Danglars make a speech at the Chamber
of Deputies, and at his wife's this evening I shall hear the
tragedy of a peer of France. The devil take the
constitutional government, and since we had our choice, as
they say, at least, how could we choose that?

I understand; you must lay in a stock of hilarity.

Do not run down M. Danglars' speeches,said Debray; "he
votes for youfor he belongs to the opposition."

Pardieu, that is exactly the worst of all. I am waiting
until you send him to speak at the Luxembourg, to laugh at
my ease.

My dear friend,said Albert to Beauchampit is plain
that the affairs of Spain are settled, for you are most
desperately out of humor this morning. Recollect that
Parisian gossip has spoken of a marriage between myself and
Mlle. Eugenie Danglars; I cannot in conscience, therefore,
let you run down the speeches of a man who will one day say
to me, `Vicomte, you know I give my daughter two millions.'

Ah, this marriage will never take place,said Beauchamp.
The king has made him a baron, and can make him a peer, but
he cannot make him a gentleman, and the Count of Morcerf is
too aristocratic to consent, for the paltry sum of two
million francs, to a mesalliance. The Viscount of Morcerf
can only wed a marchioness.

But two million francs make a nice little sum,replied

It is the social capital of a theatre on the boulevard, or
a railroad from the Jardin des Plantes to La Rapee.

Never mind what he says, Morcerf,said Debraydo you
marry her. You marry a money-bag label, it is true; well,
but what does that matter? It is better to have a blazon
less and a figure more on it. You have seven martlets on
your arms; give three to your wife, and you will still have
four; that is one more than M. de Guise had, who so nearly
became King of France, and whose cousin was Emperor of

On my word, I think you are right, Lucien,said Albert

To be sure; besides, every millionaire is as noble as a
bastard -- that is, he can be.

Do not say that, Debray,returned Beauchamplaughing
for here is Chateau-Renaud, who, to cure you of your mania
for paradoxes, will pass the sword of Renaud de Montauban,
his ancestor, through your body.

He will sully it then,returned Lucien; "for I am low -very

Oh, heavens,cried Beauchampthe minister quotes
Beranger, what shall we come to next?

M. de Chateau-Renaud -- M. Maximilian Morrel,said the
servantannouncing two fresh guests.

Now, then, to breakfast,said Beauchamp; "forif I
rememberyou told me you only expected two persons

Morrel,muttered Albert -- "Morrel -- who is he?" But
before he had finishedM. de Chateau-Renauda handsome
young man of thirtygentleman all over-- that iswith
the figure of a Guiche and the wit of a Mortemart-- took
Albert's hand. "My dear Albert said he, let me introduce
to you M. Maximilian Morrelcaptain of Spahismy friend;
and what is more -- however the man speaks for himself ---my
preserver. Salute my heroviscount." And he stepped on one
side to give place to a young man of refined and dignified
bearingwith large and open browpiercing eyesand black
mustachewhom our readers have already seen at Marseilles
under circumstances sufficiently dramatic not to be
forgotten. A rich uniformhalf Frenchhalf Orientalset
off his graceful and stalwart figureand his broad chest
was decorated with the order of the Legion of Honor. The
young officer bowed with easy and elegant politeness.
Monsieur,said Albert with affectionate courtesythe
count of Chateau-Renaud knew how much pleasure this
introduction would give me; you are his friend, be ours

Well said,interrupted Chateau-Renaud; "and pray thatif
you should ever be in a similar predicamenthe may do as
much for you as he did for me."

What has he done?asked Albert.

Oh, nothing worth speaking of,said Morrel; "M. de
Chateau-Renaud exaggerates."

Not worth speaking of?cried Chateau-Renaud; "life is not

worth speaking of! -- that is rather too philosophicalon
my wordMorrel. It is very well for youwho risk your life
every daybut for mewho only did so once" -

We gather from all this, baron, that Captain Morrel saved
your life.

Exactly so.

On what occasion?asked Beauchamp.

Beauchamp, my good fellow, you know I am starving,said
Debray: "do not set him off on some long story."

Well, I do not prevent your sitting down to table,replied
BeauchampChateau-Renaud can tell us while we eat our

Gentlemen,said Morcerfit is only a quarter past ten,
and I expect some one else.

Ah, true, a diplomatist!observed Debray.

Diplomat or not, I don't know; I only know that he charged
himself on my account with a mission, which he terminated so
entirely to my satisfaction, that had I been king, I should
have instantly created him knight of all my orders, even had
I been able to offer him the Golden Fleece and the Garter.

Well, since we are not to sit down to table,said Debray
take a glass of sherry, and tell us all about it.

You all know that I had the fancy of going to Africa.

It is a road your ancestors have traced for you,said
Albert gallantly.

Yes? but I doubt that your object was like theirs -- to
rescue the Holy Sepulchre.

You are quite right, Beauchamp,observed the young
aristocrat. "It was only to fight as an amateur. I cannot
bear duelling since two secondswhom I had chosen to
arrange an affairforced me to break the arm of one of my
best friendsone whom you all know -- poor Franz d'Epinay."

Ah, true,said Debrayyou did fight some time ago; about

The devil take me, if I remember,returned Chateau-Renaud.
But I recollect perfectly one thing, that, being unwilling
to let such talents as mine sleep, I wished to try upon the
Arabs the new pistols that had been given to me. In
consequence I embarked for Oran, and went from thence to
Constantine, where I arrived just in time to witness the
raising of the siege. I retreated with the rest, for eight
and forty hours. I endured the rain during the day, and the
cold during the night tolerably well, but the third morning
my horse died of cold. Poor brute -- accustomed to be
covered up and to have a stove in the stable, the Arabian
finds himself unable to bear ten degrees of cold in Arabia.

That's why you want to purchase my English horse,said
Debrayyou think he will bear the cold better.

You are mistaken, for I have made a vow never to return to

You were very much frightened, then?asked Beauchamp.

Well, yes, and I had good reason to be so,replied
Chateau-Renaud. "I was retreating on footfor my horse was
dead. Six Arabs came upfull gallopto cut off my head. I
shot two with my double-barrelled gunand two more with my
pistolsbut I was then disarmedand two were still left;
one seized me by the hair (that is why I now wear it so
shortfor no one knows what may happen)the other swung a
yataghanand I already felt the cold steel on my neckwhen
this gentleman whom you see here charged themshot the one
who held me by the hairand cleft the skull of the other
with his sabre. He had assigned himself the task of saving a
man's life that day; chance caused that man to be myself.
When I am rich I will order a statue of Chance from Klagmann
or Marochetti."

Yes,said Morrelsmilingit was the 5th of September,
the anniversary of the day on which my father was
miraculously preserved; therefore, as far as it lies in my
power, I endeavor to celebrate it by some-

Heroic action,interrupted Chateau-Renaud. "I was chosen.
But that is not all -- after rescuing me from the swordhe
rescued me from the coldnot by sharing his cloak with me
like St. Martinbut by giving me the whole; then from
hunger by sharing with me -- guess what?"

A Strasbourg pie?asked Beauchamp.

No, his horse; of which we each of us ate a slice with a
hearty appetite. It was very hard.

The horse?said Morcerflaughing.

No, the sacrifice,returned Chateau-Renaud; "ask Debray if
he would sacrifice his English steed for a stranger?"

Not for a stranger,said Debraybut for a friend I
might, perhaps.

I divined that you would become mine, count,replied
Morrel; "besidesas I had the honor to tell youheroism or
notsacrifice or notthat day I owed an offering to bad
fortune in recompense for the favors good fortune had on
other days granted to us."

The history to which M. Morrel alludes,continued
Chateau-Renaudis an admirable one, which he will tell you
some day when you are better acquainted with him; to-day let
us fill our stomachs, and not our memories. What time do you
breakfast, Albert?

At half-past ten.

Precisely?asked Debraytaking out his watch.

Oh, you will give me five minutes' grace,replied Morcerf
for I also expect a preserver.

Of whom?

Of myself,cried Morcerf; "parbleudo you think I cannot
be saved as well as any one elseand that there are only
Arabs who cut off heads? Our breakfast is a philanthropic
oneand we shall have at table -- at leastI hope so -two
benefactors of humanity."

What shall we do?said Debray; "we have only one Monthyon

Well, it will be given to some one who has done nothing to
deserve it,said Beauchamp; "that is the way the Academy
mostly escapes from the dilemma."

And where does he come from?asked Debray. "You have
already answered the question oncebut so vaguely that I
venture to put it a second time."

Really,said AlbertI do not know; when I invited him
three months ago, he was then at Rome, but since that time
who knows where he may have gone?

And you think him capable of being exact?demanded Debray.

I think him capable of everything.

Well, with the five minutes' grace, we have only ten left.

I will profit by them to tell you something about my

I beg pardon,interrupted Beauchamp; "are there any
materials for an article in what you are going to tell us?"

Yes, and for a most curious one.

Go on, then, for I see I shall not get to the Chamber this
morning, and I must make up for it.

I was at Rome during the last Carnival.

We know that,said Beauchamp.

Yes, but what you do not know is that I was carried off by

There are no bandits,cried Debray.

Yes there are, and most hideous, or rather most admirable
ones, for I found them ugly enough to frighten me.

Come, my dear Albert,said Debrayconfess that your cook
is behindhand, that the oysters have not arrived from Ostend
or Marennes, and that, like Madame de Maintenon, you are
going to replace the dish by a story. Say so at once; we are
sufficiently well-bred to excuse you, and to listen to your
history, fabulous as it promises to be.

And I say to you, fabulous as it may seem, I tell it as a
true one from beginning to end. The brigands had carried me
off, and conducted me to a gloomy spot, called the Catacombs
of Saint Sebastian.

I know it,said Chateau-Renaud; "I narrowly escaped
catching a fever there."

And I did more than that,replied Morcerffor I caught
one. I was informed that I was prisoner until I paid the sum
of 4,000 Roman crowns -- about 24,000 francs. Unfortunately,
I had not above 1,500. I was at the end of my journey and of
my credit. I wrote to Franz -- and were he here he would
confirm every word -- I wrote then to Franz that if he did
not come with the four thousand crowns before six, at ten
minutes past I should have gone to join the blessed saints
and glorious martyrs in whose company I had the honor of
being; and Signor Luigi Vampa, such was the name of the
chief of these bandits, would have scrupulously kept his

But Franz did come with the four thousand crowns,said
Chateau-Renaud. "A man whose name is Franz d'Epinay or
Albert de Morcerf has not much difficulty in procuring

No, he arrived accompanied simply by the guest I am going
to present to you.

Ah, this gentleman is a Hercules killing Cacus, a Perseus
freeing Andromeda.

No, he is a man about my own size.

Armed to the teeth?

He had not even a knitting-needle.

But he paid your ransom?

He said two words to the chief and I was free.

And they apologized to him for having carried you off?
said Beauchamp.

Just so.

Why, he is a second Ariosto.

No, his name is the Count of Monte Cristo.

There is no Count of Monte Cristosaid Debray.

I do not think so,added Chateau-Renaudwith the air of a
man who knows the whole of the European nobility perfectly.

Does any one know anything of a Count of Monte Cristo?

He comes possibly from the Holy Land, and one of his
ancestors possessed Calvary, as the Mortemarts did the Dead

I think I can assist your researches,said Maximilian.
Monte Cristo is a little island I have often heard spoken
of by the old sailors my father employed -- a grain of sand
in the centre of the Mediterranean, an atom in the

Precisely!cried Albert. "Wellhe of whom I speak is the

lord and master of this grain of sandof this atom; he has
purchased the title of count somewhere in Tuscany."

He is rich, then?

I believe so.

But that ought to be visible.

That is what deceives you, Debray.

I do not understand you.

Have you read the `Arabian Nights'?

What a question!

Well, do you know if the persons you see there are rich or
poor, if their sacks of wheat are not rubies or diamonds?
They seem like poor fishermen, and suddenly they open some
mysterious cavern filled with the wealth of the Indies.

Which means?

Which means that my Count of Monte Cristo is one of those
fishermen. He has even a name taken from the book, since he
calls himself Sinbad the Sailor, and has a cave filled with

And you have seen this cavern, Morcerf?asked Beauchamp.

No, but Franz has; for heaven's sake, not a word of this
before him. Franz went in with his eyes blindfolded, and was
waited on by mutes and by women to whom Cleopatra was a
painted strumpet. Only he is not quite sure about the women,
for they did not come in until after he had taken hashish,
so that what he took for women might have been simply a row
of statues.

The two young men looked at Morcerf as if to say-- "Are
you mador are you laughing at us?"

And I also,said Morrel thoughtfullyhave heard
something like this from an old sailor named Penelon.

Ah,cried Albertit is very lucky that M. Morrel comes
to aid me; you are vexed, are you not, that he thus gives a
clew to the labyrinth?

My dear Albert,said Debraywhat you tell us is so

Ah, because your ambassadors and your consuls do not tell
you of them -- they have no time. They are too much taken up
with interfering in the affairs of their countrymen who

Now you get angry, and attack our poor agents. How will you
have them protect you? The Chamber cuts down their salaries
every day, so that now they have scarcely any. Will you be
ambassador, Albert? I will send you to Constantinople.

No, lest on the first demonstration I make in favor of
Mehemet Ali, the Sultan send me the bowstring, and make my

secretaries strangle me.

You say very true,responded Debray.

Yes,said Albertbut this has nothing to do with the
existence of the Count of Monte Cristo.

Pardieu, every one exists.

Doubtless, but not in the same way; every one has not black
slaves, a princely retinue, an arsenal of weapons that would
do credit to an Arabian fortress, horses that cost six
thousand francs apiece, and Greek mistresses.

Have you seen the Greek mistress?

I have both seen and heard her. I saw her at the theatre,
and heard her one morning when I breakfasted with the

He eats, then?

Yes; but so little, it can hardly be called eating.

He must be a vampire.

Laugh, if you will; the Countess G---- , who knew Lord
Ruthven, declared that the count was a vampire.

Ah, capital,said Beauchamp. "For a man not connected with
newspapershere is the pendant to the famous sea-serpent of
the Constitutionnel."

Wild eyes, the iris of which contracts or dilates at
pleasure,said Debray; "facial angle strongly developed
magnificent foreheadlivid complexionblack beardsharp
and white teethpoliteness unexceptionable."

Just so, Lucien,returned Morcerf; "you have described him
feature for feature. Yeskeen and cutting politeness. This
man has often made me shudder; and one day that we were
viewing an executionI thought I should faintmore from
hearing the cold and calm manner in which he spoke of every
description of torturethan from the sight of the
executioner and the culprit."

Did he not conduct you to the ruins of the Colosseum and
suck your blood?asked Beauchamp.

Or, having delivered you, make you sign a flaming
parchment, surrendering your soul to him as Esau did his

Rail on, rail on at your ease, gentlemen,said Morcerf
somewhat piqued. "When I look at you Parisiansidlers on
the Boulevard de Gand or the Bois de Boulogneand think of
this manit seems to me we are not of the same race."

I am highly flattered,returned Beauchamp. "At the same
time added Chateau-Renaud, your Count of Monte Cristo is
a very fine fellowalways excepting his little arrangements
with the Italian banditti."

There are no Italian banditti,said Debray.

No vampire,cried Beauchamp. "No Count of Monte Cristo"
added Debray. "There is half-past ten strikingAlbert."

Confess you have dreamed this, and let us sit down to
breakfast,continued Beauchamp. But the sound of the clock
had not died away when Germain announcedHis excellency
the Count of Monte Cristo.The involuntary start every one
gave proved how much Morcerf's narrative had impressed them
and Albert himself could not wholly refrain from manifesting
sudden emotion. He had not heard a carriage stop in the
streetor steps in the ante-chamber; the door had itself
opened noiselessly. The count appeareddressed with the
greatest simplicitybut the most fastidious dandy could
have found nothing to cavil at in his toilet. Every article
of dress -- hatcoatglovesand boots -- was from the
first makers. He seemed scarcely five and thirty. But what
struck everybody was his extreme resemblance to the portrait
Debray had drawn. The count advancedsmilinginto the
centre of the roomand approached Albertwho hastened
towards him holding out his hand in a ceremonial manner.
Punctuality,said Monte Cristois the politeness of
kings, according to one of your sovereigns, I think; but it
is not the same with travellers. However, I hope you will
excuse the two or three seconds I am behindhand; five
hundred leagues are not to be accomplished without some
trouble, and especially in France, where, it seems, it is
forbidden to beat the postilions.

My dear count,replied AlbertI was announcing your
visit to some of my friends, whom I had invited in
consequence of the promise you did me the honor to make, and
whom I now present to you. They are the Count of
Chateau-Renaud, whose nobility goes back to the twelve
peers, and whose ancestors had a place at the Round Table;

M. Lucien Debray, private secretary to the minister of the
interior; M. Beauchamp, an editor of a paper, and the terror
of the French government, but of whom, in spite of his
national celebrity, you perhaps have not heard in Italy,
since his paper is prohibited there; and M. Maximilian
Morrel, captain of Spahis.
At this name the countwho had hitherto saluted every one
with courtesybut at the same time with coldness and
formalitystepped a pace forwardand a slight tinge of red
colored his pale cheeks. "You wear the uniform of the new
French conquerorsmonsieur said he; it is a handsome
uniform." No one could have said what caused the count's
voice to vibrate so deeplyand what made his eye flash
which was in general so clearlustrousand limpid when he
pleased. "You have never seen our Africanscount?" said
Albert. "Never replied the count, who was by this time
perfectly master of himself again.

Wellbeneath this uniform beats one of the bravest and
noblest hearts in the whole army."

Oh, M. de Morcerf,interrupted Morrel.

Let me go on, captain. And we have just heard,continued
Albertof a new deed of his, and so heroic a one, that,
although I have seen him to-day for the first time, I
request you to allow me to introduce him as my friend.At
these words it was still possible to observe in Monte Cristo

the concentrated lookchanging colorand slight trembling
of the eyelid that show emotion. "Ahyou have a noble
heart said the count; so much the better." This
exclamationwhich corresponded to the count's own thought
rather than to what Albert was sayingsurprised everybody
and especially Morrelwho looked at Monte Cristo with
wonder. Butat the same timethe intonation was so soft
thathowever strange the speech might seemit was
impossible to be offended at it. "Why should he doubt it?"
said Beauchamp to Chateau-Renaud.

In reality,replied the latterwhowith his aristocratic
glance and his knowledge of the worldhad penetrated at
once all that was penetrable in Monte CristoAlbert has
not deceived us, for the count is a most singular being.
What say you, Morrel!

Ma foi, he has an open look about him that pleases me, in
spite of the singular remark he has made about me.

Gentlemen,said AlbertGermain informs me that breakfast
is ready. My dear count, allow me to show you the way.They
passed silently into the breakfast-roomand every one took
his place. "Gentleman said the count, seating himself,
permit me to make a confession which must form my excuse
for any improprieties I may commit. I am a strangerand a
stranger to such a degreethat this is the first time I
have ever been at Paris. The French way of living is utterly
unknown to meand up to the present time I have followed
the Eastern customswhich are entirely in contrast to the
Parisian. I beg youthereforeto excuse if you find
anything in me too Turkishtoo Italianor too Arabian.
Nowthenlet us breakfast."

With what an air he says all this,muttered Beauchamp;
decidedly he is a great man.

A great man in his own country,added Debray.

A great man in every country, M. Debray,said
Chateau-Renaud. The count wasit may be remembereda most
temperate guest. Albert remarked thisexpressing his fears
lestat the outsetthe Parisian mode of life should
displease the traveller in the most essential point. "My
dear count said he, I fear one thingand that isthat
the fare of the Rue du Helder is not so much to your taste
as that of the Piazza di Spagni. I ought to have consulted
you on the pointand have had some dishes prepared

Did you know me better,returned the countsmilingyou
would not give one thought of such a thing for a traveller
like myself, who has successively lived on maccaroni at
Naples, polenta at Milan, olla podrida at Valencia, pilau at
Constantinople, karrick in India, and swallows' nests in
China. I eat everywhere, and of everything, only I eat but
little; and to-day, that you reproach me with my want of
appetite, is my day of appetite, for I have not eaten since
yesterday morning.

What,cried all the guestsyou have not eaten for four
and twenty hours?

No,replied the count; "I was forced to go out of my road

to obtain some information near Nimesso that I was
somewhat lateand therefore I did not choose to stop."

And you ate in your carriage?asked Morcerf.

No, I slept, as I generally do when I am weary without
having the courage to amuse myself, or when I am hungry
without feeling inclined to eat.

But you can sleep when you please, monsieur?said Morrel.


You have a recipe for it?

An infallible one.

That would be invaluable to us in Africa, who have not
always any food to eat, and rarely anything to drink.

Yes,said Monte Cristo; "butunfortunatelya recipe
excellent for a man like myself would be very dangerous
applied to an armywhich might not awake when it was

May we inquire what is this recipe?asked Debray.

Oh, yes,returned Monte Cristo; "I make no secret of it.
It is a mixture of excellent opiumwhich I fetched myself
from Canton in order to have it pureand the best hashish
which grows in the East -- that isbetween the Tigris and
the Euphrates. These two ingredients are mixed in equal
proportionsand formed into pills. Ten minutes after one is
takenthe effect is produced. Ask Baron Franz d'Epinay; I
think he tasted them one day."

Yes,replied Morcerfhe said something about it to me.

But,said Beauchampwhoas became a journalistwas very
incredulousyou always carry this drug about you?


Would it be an indiscretion to ask to see those precious
pills?continued Beauchamphoping to take him at a

No, monsieur,returned the count; and he drew from his
pocket a marvellous casketformed out of a single emerald
and closed by a golden lid which unscrewed and gave passage
to a small greenish colored pellet about the size of a pea.
This ball had an acrid and penetrating odor. There were four
or five more in the emeraldwhich would contain about a
dozen. The casket passed around the tablebut it was more
to examine the admirable emerald than to see the pills that
it passed from hand to hand. "And is it your cook who
prepares these pills?" asked Beauchamp.

Oh, no, monsieur,replied Monte Cristo; "I do not thus
betray my enjoyments to the vulgar. I am a tolerable
chemistand prepare my pills myself."

This is a magnificent emerald, and the largest I have ever
seen,said Chateau-Renaudalthough my mother has some

remarkable family jewels.

I had three similar ones,returned Monte Cristo. "I gave
one to the Sultanwho mounted it in his sabre; another to
our holy father the Popewho had it set in his tiara
opposite to one nearly as largethough not so finegiven
by the Emperor Napoleon to his predecessorPius VII. I kept
the third for myselfand I had it hollowed outwhich
reduced its valuebut rendered it more commodious for the
purpose I intended." Every one looked at Monte Cristo with
astonishment; he spoke with so much simplicity that it was
evident he spoke the truthor that he was mad. Howeverthe
sight of the emerald made them naturally incline to the
former belief. "And what did these two sovereigns give you
in exchange for these magnificent presents?" asked Debray.

The Sultan, the liberty of a woman,replied the Count;
the Pope, the life of a man; so that once in my life I have
been as powerful as if heaven had brought me into the world
on the steps of a throne.

And it was Peppino you saved, was it not?cried Morcerf;
it was for him that you obtained pardon?

Perhaps,returned the countsmiling.

My dear count, you have no idea what pleasure it gives me
to hear you speak thus,said Morcerf. "I had announced you
beforehand to my friends as an enchanter of the `Arabian
Nights' a wizard of the Middle Ages; but the Parisians are
so subtle in paradoxes that they mistake for caprices of the
imagination the most incontestable truthswhen these truths
do not form a part of their daily existence. For example
here is Debray who readsand Beauchamp who printsevery
day`A member of the Jockey Club has been stopped and
robbed on the Boulevard;' `four persons have been
assassinated in the Rue St. Denis' or `the Faubourg St.
Germain;' `tenfifteenor twenty thieveshave been
arrested in a cafe on the Boulevard du Templeor in the
Thermes de Julien' -- and yet these same men deny the
existence of the bandits in the Maremmathe Campagna di
Romanaor the Pontine Marshes. Tell them yourself that I
was taken by banditsand that without your generous
intercession I should now have been sleeping in the
Catacombs of St. Sebastianinstead of receiving them in my
humble abode in the Rue du Helder."

Ah,said Monte Cristo "you promised me never to mention
that circumstance."

It was not I who made that promise,cried Morcerf; "it
must have been some one else whom you have rescued in the
same mannerand whom you have forgotten. Pray speak of it
for I shall not onlyI trustrelate the little I do know
but also a great deal I do not know."

It seems to me,returned the countsmilingthat you
played a sufficiently important part to know as well as
myself what happened.

Well, you promise me, if I tell all I know, to relate, in
your turn, all that I do not know?

That is but fair,replied Monte Cristo.

Well,said Morcerffor three days I believed myself the
object of the attentions of a masque, whom I took for a
descendant of Tullia or Poppoea, while I was simply the
object of the attentions of a contadina, and I say contadina
to avoid saying peasant girl. What I know is, that, like a
fool, a greater fool than he of whom I spoke just now, I
mistook for this peasant girl a young bandit of fifteen or
sixteen, with a beardless chin and slim waist, and who, just
as I was about to imprint a chaste salute on his lips,
placed a pistol to my head, and, aided by seven or eight
others, led, or rather dragged me, to the Catacombs of St.
Sebastian, where I found a highly educated brigand chief
perusing Caesar's `Commentaries,' and who deigned to leave
off reading to inform me, that unless the next morning,
before six o'clock, four thousand piastres were paid into
his account at his banker's, at a quarter past six I should
have ceased to exist. The letter is still to be seen, for it
is in Franz d'Epinay's possession, signed by me, and with a
postscript of M. Luigi Vampa. This is all I know, but I know
not, count, how you contrived to inspire so much respect in
the bandits of Rome who ordinarily have so little respect
for anything. I assure you, Franz and I were lost in

Nothing more simple,returned the count. "I had known the
famous Vampa for more than ten years. When he was quite a
childand only a shepherdI gave him a few gold pieces for
showing me my wayand hein order to repay megave me a
poniardthe hilt of which he had carved with his own hand
and which you may have seen in my collection of arms. In
after yearswhether he had forgotten this interchange of
presentswhich ought to have cemented our friendshipor
whether he did not recollect mehe sought to take mebut
on the contraryit was I who captured him and a dozen of
his band. I might have handed him over to Roman justice
which is somewhat expeditiousand which would have been
particularly so with him; but I did nothing of the sort -- I
suffered him and his band to depart."

With the condition that they should sin no more,said
Beauchamplaughing. "I see they kept their promise."

No, monsieur,returned Monte Cristo "upon the simple
condition that they should respect myself and my friends.
Perhaps what I am about to say may seem strange to youwho
are socialistsand vaunt humanity and your duty to your
neighborbut I never seek to protect a society which