assertions. I have warned M. Danglars of it till I am tired, but he
is fascinated with his Luccanese. I have even informed him of a
circumstance I consider very serious; the young man was either charmed
by his nurse, stolen by gypsies, or lost by his tutor, I scarcely know
which. But I do know his father lost sight of him for more than ten
years; what he did during these ten years, God only knows. Well, all
that was useless. They have commissioned me to write to the major to
demand papers, and here they are. I send them, but like Pilate--washing
my hands."
"And what does Mademoiselle d'Armilly say to you for robbing her of her
pupil?"
"Oh, well, I don't know; but I understand that she is going to
Italy. Madame Danglars asked me for letters of recommendation for the
impresari; I gave her a few lines for the director of the Valle Theatre,
who is under some obligation to me. But what is the matter, Albert? you
look dull; are you, after all, unconsciously in love with Mademoiselle
Eugenie?"
"I am not aware of it," said Albert, smiling sorrowfully. Beauchamp
turned to look at some paintings. "But," continued Monte Cristo, "you
are not in your usual spirits?"
"I have a dreadful headache," said Albert.
"Well, my dear viscount," said Monte Cristo, "I have an infallible
remedy to propose to you."
"What is that?" asked the young man.
"A change."
"Indeed?" said Albert.
"Yes; and as I am just now excessively annoyed, I shall go from home.
Shall we go together?"
"You annoyed, count?" said Beauchamp; "and by what?"
"Ah, you think very lightly of it; I should like to see you with a brief
preparing in your house."
"What brief?"
"The one M. de Villefort is preparing against my amiable assassin--some
brigand escaped from the gallows apparently."
"True," said Beauchamp; "I saw it in the paper. Who is this Caderousse?"
"Some provincial, it appears. M. de Villefort heard of him at
Marseilles, and M. Danglars recollects having seen him. Consequently,
the procureur is very active in the affair, and the prefect of police
very much interested; and, thanks to that interest, for which I am very
grateful, they send me all the robbers of Paris and the neighborhood,
under pretence of their being Caderousse's murderers, so that in three
months, if this continues, every robber and assassin in France will have
the plan of my house at his fingers' end. I am resolved to desert them
and go to some remote corner of the earth, and shall be happy if you
will accompany me, viscount."
"Willingly."
"Then it is settled?"
"Yes, but where?"
"I have told you, where the air is pure, where every sound soothes,
where one is sure to be humbled, however proud may be his nature. I love
that humiliation, I, who am master of the universe, as was Augustus."
"But where are you really going?"
"To sea, viscount; you know I am a sailor. I was rocked when an infant
in the arms of old ocean, and on the bosom of the beautiful Amphitrite;
I have sported with the green mantle of the one and the azure robe of
the other; I love the sea as a mistress, and pine if I do not often see
her."
"Let us go, count."
"To sea?"
"Yes."
"You accept my proposal?"
"I do."
"Well, Viscount, there will be in my court-yard this evening a good
travelling britzka, with four post-horses, in which one may rest as in a
bed. M. Beauchamp, it holds four very well, will you accompany us?"
"Thank you, I have just returned from sea."
"What? you have been to sea?"
"Yes; I have just made a little excursion to the Borromean Islands." [*]
* Lake Maggiore.
"What of that? come with us," said Albert.
"No, dear Morcerf; you know I only refuse when the thing is impossible.
Besides, it is important," added he in a low tone, "that I should remain
in Paris just now to watch the paper."
"Ah, you are a good and an excellent friend," said Albert; "yes, you are
right; watch, watch, Beauchamp, and try to discover the enemy who made
this disclosure." Albert and Beauchamp parted, the last pressure of
their hands expressing what their tongues could not before a stranger.
"Beauchamp is a worthy fellow," said Monte Cristo, when the journalist
was gone; "is he not, Albert?"
"Yes, and a sincere friend; I love him devotedly. But now we are
alone,--although it is immaterial to me,--where are we going?"
"Into Normandy, if you like."
"Delightful; shall we be quite retired? have no society, no neighbors?"
"Our companions will be riding-horses, dogs to hunt with, and a
fishing-boat."
"Exactly what I wish for; I will apprise my mother of my intention, and
return to you."
"But shall you be allowed to go into Normandy?"
"I may go where I please."
"Yes, I am aware you may go alone, since I once met you in Italy--but to
accompany the mysterious Monte Cristo?"
"You forget, count, that I have often told you of the deep interest my
mother takes in you."
"'Woman is fickle.' said Francis I.; 'woman is like a wave of the sea,'
said Shakespeare; both the great king and the great poet ought to have
known woman's nature well."
"Woman's, yes; my mother is not woman, but a woman."
"As I am only a humble foreigner, you must pardon me if I do not
understand all the subtle refinements of your language."
"What I mean to say is, that my mother is not quick to give her
confidence, but when she does she never changes."
"Ah, yes, indeed," said Monte Cristo with a sigh; "and do you think she
is in the least interested in me?"
"I repeat it, you must really be a very strange and superior man, for my
mother is so absorbed by the interest you have excited, that when I am
with her she speaks of no one else."
"And does she try to make you dislike me?"
"On the contrary, she often says, 'Morcerf, I believe the count has a
noble nature; try to gain his esteem.'"
"Indeed?" said Monte Cristo, sighing.
"You see, then," said Albert, "that instead of opposing, she will
encourage me."
"Adieu, then, until five o'clock; be punctual, and we shall arrive at
twelve or one."
"At Treport?"
"Yes; or in the neighborhood."
"But can we travel forty-eight leagues in eight hours?"
"Easily," said Monte Cristo.
"You are certainly a prodigy; you will soon not only surpass the
railway, which would not be very difficult in France, but even the
telegraph."
"But, viscount, since we cannot perform the journey in less than seven
or eight hours, do not keep me waiting."
"Do not fear, I have little to prepare." Monte Cristo smiled as he
nodded to Albert, then remained a moment absorbed in deep meditation.
But passing his hand across his forehead as if to dispel his revery,
he rang the bell twice and Bertuccio entered. "Bertuccio," said he, "I
intend going this evening to Normandy, instead of to-morrow or the
next day. You will have sufficient time before five o'clock; despatch a
messenger to apprise the grooms at the first station. M. de Morcerf will
accompany me." Bertuccio obeyed and despatched a courier to Pontoise to
say the travelling-carriage would arrive at six o'clock. From Pontoise
another express was sent to the next stage, and in six hours all the
horses stationed on the road were ready. Before his departure, the
count went to Haidee's apartments, told her his intention, and resigned
everything to her care. Albert was punctual. The journey soon became
interesting from its rapidity, of which Morcerf had formed no previous
idea. "Truly," said Monte Cristo, "with your posthorses going at the
rate of two leagues an hour, and that absurd law that one traveller
shall not pass another without permission, so that an invalid or
ill-tempered traveller may detain those who are well and active, it is
impossible to move; I escape this annoyance by travelling with my own
postilion and horses; do I not, Ali?"
The count put his head out of the window and whistled, and the horses
appeared to fly. The carriage rolled with a thundering noise over the
pavement, and every one turned to notice the dazzling meteor. Ali,
smiling, repeated the sound, grasped the reins with a firm hand, and
spurred his horses, whose beautiful manes floated in the breeze. This
child of the desert was in his element, and with his black face and
sparkling eyes appeared, in the cloud of dust he raised, like the genius
of the simoom and the god of the hurricane. "I never knew till now the
delight of speed," said Morcerf, and the last cloud disappeared from
his brow; "but where the devil do you get such horses? Are they made to
order?"
"Precisely," said the count; "six years since I bought a horse in
Hungary remarkable for its swiftness. The thirty-two that we shall
use to-night are its progeny; they are all entirely black, with the
exception of a star upon the forehead."
"That is perfectly admirable; but what do you do, count, with all these
horses?"
"You see, I travel with them."
"But you are not always travelling."
"When I no longer require them, Bertuccio will sell them, and he expects
to realize thirty or forty thousand francs by the sale."
"But no monarch in Europe will be wealthy enough to purchase them."
"Then he will sell them to some Eastern vizier, who will empty his
coffers to purchase them, and refill them by applying the bastinado to
his subjects."
"Count, may I suggest one idea to you?"
"Certainly."
"It is that, next to you, Bertuccio must be the richest gentleman in
Europe."
"You are mistaken, viscount; I believe he has not a franc in his
possession."
"Then he must be a wonder. My dear count, if you tell me many more
marvellous things, I warn you I shall not believe them."
"I countenance nothing that is marvellous, M. Albert. Tell me, why does
a steward rob his master?"
"Because, I suppose, it is his nature to do so, for the love of
robbing."
"You are mistaken; it is because he has a wife and family, and ambitious
desires for himself and them. Also because he is not sure of always
retaining his situation, and wishes to provide for the future. Now, M.
Bertuccio is alone in the world; he uses my property without accounting
for the use he makes of it; he is sure never to leave my service."
"Why?"
"Because I should never get a better."
"Probabilities are deceptive."
"But I deal in certainties; he is the best servant over whom one has the
power of life and death."
"Do you possess that right over Bertuccio?"
"Yes."
There are words which close a conversation with an iron door; such was
the count's "yes." The whole journey was performed with equal rapidity;
the thirty-two horses, dispersed over seven stages, brought them to
their destination in eight hours. At midnight they arrived at the gate
of a beautiful park. The porter was in attendance; he had been apprised
by the groom of the last stage of the count's approach. At half past two
in the morning Morcerf was conducted to his apartments, where a bath and
supper were prepared. The servant who had travelled at the back of
the carriage waited on him; Baptistin, who rode in front, attended the
count. Albert bathed, took his supper, and went to bed. All night he was
lulled by the melancholy noise of the surf. On rising, he went to his
window, which opened on a terrace, having the sea in front, and at the
back a pretty park bounded by a small forest. In a creek lay a little
sloop, with a narrow keel and high masts, bearing on its flag the Monte
Cristo arms which were a mountain on a sea azure, with a cross gules
on the shield. Around the schooner lay a number of small fishing-boats
belonging to the fishermen of the neighboring village, like humble
subjects awaiting orders from their queen. There, as in every spot where
Monte Cristo stopped, if but for two days, luxury abounded and life went
on with the utmost ease.
Albert found in his anteroom two guns, with all the accoutrements for
hunting; a lofty room on the ground-floor containing all the ingenious
instruments the English--eminent in piscatory pursuits, since they
are patient and sluggish--have invented for fishing. The day passed in
pursuing those exercises in which Monte Cristo excelled. They killed
a dozen pheasants in the park, as many trout in the stream, dined in a
summer-house overlooking the ocean, and took tea in the library.
Towards the evening of the third day. Albert, completely exhausted
with the exercise which invigorated Monte Cristo, was sleeping in
an arm-chair near the window, while the count was designing with his
architect the plan of a conservatory in his house, when the sound of
a horse at full speed on the high road made Albert look up. He was
disagreeably surprised to see his own valet de chambre, whom he had not
brought, that he might not inconvenience Monte Cristo.
"Florentin here!" cried he, starting up; "is my mother ill?" And he
hastened to the door. Monte Cristo watched and saw him approach the
valet, who drew a small sealed parcel from his pocket, containing a
newspaper and a letter. "From whom is this?" said he eagerly. "From M.
Beauchamp," replied Florentin.
"Did he send you?"
