v∧天堂在线 "Has your majesty perused yesterday's report?" "Poverty" -- Then in the long days on board ship, when the vessel,gliding on with security over the azure sea, required nocare but the hand of the helmsman, thanks to the favorablewinds that swelled her sails, Edmond, with a chart in hishand, became the instructor of Jacopo, as the poor AbbeFaria had been his tutor. He pointed out to him the bearingsof the coast, explained to him the variations of thecompass, and taught him to read in that vast book openedover our heads which they call heaven, and where God writesin azure with letters of diamonds. And when Jacopo inquiredof him, "What is the use of teaching all these things to apoor sailor like me?" Edmond replied, "Who knows? You mayone day be the captain of a vessel. Your fellow-countryman,Bonaparte, became emperor." We had forgotten to say thatJacopo was a Corsican. "No, madame, contrary to most history, it is true; but whatyou tell me, madame, what you inquire of me, is not theresult of a chance query, for two years ago you asked me thesame questions, and said then, that for a very long timethis history of Mithridates had occupied your mind."
v∧天堂在线:<外链> "She is, then, now at Malta?" "Directly I have given my card to the count, who haspromised to pay us a visit at Rue Meslay, No. 14." "Happen to be hungry, -- that's pretty good, when I haven'teaten for twenty-four hours!" muttered Danglars. Then headded aloud, "Yes, sir, I am hungry -- very hungry." "Alas! his plan is very simple. It depends on the distancehe may be from the city, whether he gives eight hours,twelve hours, or a day wherein to pay their ransom; and whenthat time has elapsed he allows another hour's grace. At thesixtieth minute of this hour, if the money is notforthcoming, he blows out the prisoner's brains with apistol-shot, or plants his dagger in his heart, and thatsettles the account." "Why not?" "I do not say there is any truth in what I am going to tellyou, but it is, at least, a ray of light in a dark night; byfollowing it we may, perhaps, discover something morecertain." "You were saving, sir" -- said Fernand, awaiting with greatanxiety the end of this interrupted remark. "Hate you, sweet Valentine," exclaimed the young man; "howis it possible for any one to do that?"
v∧天堂在线:<外链> "Eugenie has left us!" "Because in 1807 I dreamed of the very plan Napoleon triedto realize in 1811; because, like Machiavelli, I desired toalter the political face of Italy, and instead of allowingit to be split up into a quantity of petty principalities,each held by some weak or tyrannical ruler, I sought to formone large, compact, and powerful empire; and, lastly,because I fancied I had found my Caesar Borgia in a crownedsimpleton, who feigned to enter into my views only to betrayme. It was the plan of Alexander VI. and Clement VII., butit will never succeed now, for they attempted itfruitlessly, and Napoleon was unable to complete his work.Italy seems fated to misfortune." And the old man bowed hishead. "Well, you promise me, if I tell all I know, to relate, inyour turn, all that I do not know?" "I will give you three," replied the stranger. "Yes," replied Maximilian, "an Englishman, who representedhimself as the confidential clerk of the house of Thomson &French, at Rome. It was this that made me start when yousaid the other day, at M. de Morcerf's, that Messrs. Thomson& French were your bankers. That happened, as I told you, in1829. For God's sake, tell me, did you know thisEnglishman?" "His opinion of me is altered for the better, then?" "Why so? I thought you wished them to forget you?" "Well, at the height of his despair God assisted him throughhuman means. At first, perhaps, he did not recognize theinfinite mercy of the Lord, but at last he took patience andwaited. One day he miraculously left the prison,transformed, rich, powerful. His first cry was for hisfather; but that father was dead." Villefort pressed her hand to let her know it was not adream. They looked for M. Danglars, but, as he was notespecially interested in poetical ideas, he had gone intothe garden, and was talking with Major Cavalcanti on theprojected railway from Leghorn to Florence. Monte Cristoseemed in despair. He took the arm of Madame Danglars, andconducted her into the garden, where they found Danglarstaking coffee between the Cavalcanti. "Really, madame," hesaid, "did I alarm you much?" Caderousse, scarcely yet relying on this promise, put hislegs out of the window and stood on the ladder. "Now godown," said the abbe, folding his arms. Understanding he hadnothing more to fear from him, Caderousse began to go down.Then the count brought the taper to the window, that itmight be seen in the Champs-Elysees that a man was gettingout of the window while another held a light. "And I thank you; have what you will; "and he made a sign toFranz to take what he pleased. "Grenoble will open her gates to him with enthusiasm -- allLyons will hasten to welcome him. Believe me, we are as wellinformed as you, and our police are as good as your own.Would you like a proof of it? well, you wished to concealyour journey from me, and yet I knew of your arrival half anhour after you had passed the barrier. You gave yourdirection to no one but your postilion, yet I have youraddress, and in proof I am here the very instant you aregoing to sit at table. Ring, then, if you please, for asecond knife, fork, and plate, and we will dine together."
v∧天堂在线:<外链> "What do you mean? Has he gone intending not to return?" "Do you want me to go away?" "No, father," stammered Villefort; "at least, I hope not." "His coat looks almost new, and his boots shine like anigger's face. It's pleasant to have such well-dressedcomrades; but didn't those gendarmes behave shameful? --must 'a been jealous, to tear such clothes!" "Look!" said Jacopo. "A prisoner has escaped from the Chateau d'If, and they arefiring the alarm gun," replied Dantes. The captain glancedat him, but he had lifted the rum to his lips and wasdrinking it with so much composure, that suspicions, if thecaptain had any, died away. "Well," said Morrel, changing his expression of calmness forone of violence -- "well, and if I do intend to turn thispistol against myself, who shall prevent me -- who will dareprevent me? All my hopes are blighted, my heart is broken,my life a burden, everything around me is sad and mournful;earth has become distasteful to me, and human voicesdistract me. It is a mercy to let me die, for if I live Ishall lose my reason and become mad. When, sir, I tell youall this with tears of heartfelt anguish, can you reply thatI am wrong, can you prevent my putting an end to mymiserable existence? Tell me, sir, could you have thecourage to do so?" "And to sign the contract in three days?" Caderousse, scarcely yet relying on this promise, put hislegs out of the window and stood on the ladder. "Now godown," said the abbe, folding his arms. Understanding he hadnothing more to fear from him, Caderousse began to go down.Then the count brought the taper to the window, that itmight be seen in the Champs-Elysees that a man was gettingout of the window while another held a light.
"Well, then, listen, Valentine," said the count; "I have afavor to ask of you." "In her room with the notary." "In the first place, because I had spoken much of you tohim, as you may believe; and in the second, because hedelighted to see a countrywoman take so lively an interestin his success." "You are right, Morrel; God is speaking to your heart, andyour heart speaks to you. Tell me what it says." "Certainly." "There has been no arrest." "How so?" asked Beauchamp. "Well, take another glass of sherry and another biscuit." "Grief has consumed her," said Villefort -- "yes, grief,doctor! After living forty years with the marquis" -- Faria, with an air of triumph, offered the paper to Dantes,who this time read the following words, traced with an inkof a reddish color resembling rust: -- "From these rocks that I had the good luck to cling to whileour captain and the rest of the crew were all lost. I sawyour vessel, and fearful of being left to perish on thedesolate island, I swam off on a piece of wreckage to tryand intercept your course. You have saved my life, and Ithank you," continued Dantes. "I was lost when one of yoursailors caught hold of my hair."
v∧天堂在线:<外链> "Oh, well, I don't know; but I understand that she is goingto Italy. Madame Danglars asked me for letters ofrecommendation for the impresari; I gave her a few lines forthe director of the Valle Theatre, who is under someobligation to me. But what is the matter, Albert? you lookdull; are you, after all, unconsciously in love withMademoiselle Eugenie?" "Yes," answered the doctor laconically, dropping the sheethe had raised. Noirtier uttered a kind of hoarse, rattlingsound; the old man's eyes sparkled, and the good doctorunderstood that he wished to behold his child. He thereforeapproached the bed, and while his companion was dipping thefingers with which he had touched the lips of the corpse inchloride of lime, he uncovered the calm and pale face, whichlooked like that of a sleeping angel. A tear, which appearedin the old man's eye, expressed his thanks to the doctor.The doctor of the dead then laid his permit on the corner ofthe table, and having fulfilled his duty, was conducted outby d'Avrigny. Villefort met them at the door of his study;having in a few words thanked the district doctor, he turnedto d'Avrigny, and said, -- "And now the priest." "An apoplectic stroke?" repeated the doctor. "The rooms are all carpeted." "That, madame, is an official secret; but if you have anycommissions for Paris, a friend of mine is going thereto-night, and will with pleasure undertake them." The guestslooked at each other. "Have you made up your mind when you shall be thereyourself?"
"Let me assure you, madame," said Lucien, "that had I reallythe sum you mention at my disposal, I would employ it moreprofitably than in troubling myself to obtain particularsrespecting the Count of Monte Cristo, whose only merit in myeyes consists in his being twice as rich as a nabob.However, I have turned the business over to Morcerf, so praysettle it with him as may be most agreeable to you; for myown part, I care nothing about the count or his mysteriousdoings." "I will do whatever is necessary." This assurance delightedMorrel, who took leave of Villefort, and hastened toannounce to old Dantes that he would soon see his son. "And where was this letter written?" "Fernand?" "You see some one pays me a visit. Ah, my dear sir, you willsee whether a Cavalcanti is to be treated like a commonperson!" And Andrea, gliding through the court like a blackshadow, rushed out through the wicket, leaving his comrades,and even the keeper, lost in wonder. Certainly a call to thevisitors' room had scarcely astonished Andrea less thanthemselves, for the wily youth, instead of making use of hisprivilege of waiting to be claimed on his entry into LaForce, had maintained a rigid silence. "Everything," hesaid, "proves me to be under the protection of some powerfulperson, -- this sudden fortune, the facility with which Ihave overcome all obstacles, an unexpected family and anillustrious name awarded to me, gold showered down upon me,and the most splendid alliances about to be entered into. Anunhappy lapse of fortune and the absence of my protectorhave cast me down, certainly, but not forever. The handwhich has retreated for a while will be again stretchedforth to save me at the very moment when I shall thinkmyself sinking into the abyss. Why should I risk animprudent step? It might alienate my protector. He has twomeans of extricating me from this dilemma, -- the one by amysterious escape, managed through bribery; the other bybuying off my judges with gold. I will say and do nothinguntil I am convinced that he has quite abandoned me, andthen" -- "For what?" said the count. "Well," said Morcerf, impatiently, "what does all thismean?" The priest gazed on the person addressing him with a longand searching gaze -- there even seemed a disposition on hispart to court a similar scrutiny on the part of theinn-keeper; then, observing in the countenance of the latterno other expression than extreme surprise at his own want ofattention to an inquiry so courteously worded, he deemed itas well to terminate this dumb show, and therefore said,speaking with a strong Italian accent, "You are, I presume,M. Caderousse?" It was agreed in a brief council held among them, that Julieshould write to her brother, who was in garrison at Nimes,to come to them as speedily as possible. The poor women feltinstinctively that they required all their strength tosupport the blow that impended. Besides, Maximilian Morrel,though hardly two and twenty, had great influence over hisfather. He was a strong-minded, upright young man. At thetime when he decided on his profession his father had nodesire to choose for him, but had consulted youngMaximilian's taste. He had at once declared for a militarylife, and had in consequence studied hard, passedbrilliantly through the Polytechnic School, and left it assub-lieutenant of the 53d of the line. For a year he hadheld this rank, and expected promotion on the first vacancy.In his regiment Maximilian Morrel was noted for his rigidobservance, not only of the obligations imposed on asoldier, but also of the duties of a man; and he thus gainedthe name of "the stoic." We need hardly say that many ofthose who gave him this epithet repeated it because they hadheard it, and did not even know what it meant. This was theyoung man whom his mother and sister called to their aid tosustain them under the serious trial which they felt theywould soon have to endure. They had not mistaken the gravityof this event, for the moment after Morrel had entered hisprivate office with Cocles, Julie saw the latter leave itpale, trembling, and his features betraying the utmostconsternation. She would have questioned him as he passed byher, but the worthy creature hastened down the staircasewith unusual precipitation, and only raised his hands toheaven and exclaimed, "Oh, mademoiselle, mademoiselle, whata dreadful misfortune! Who could ever have believed it!" Amoment afterwards Julie saw him go up-stairs carrying two orthree heavy ledgers, a portfolio, and a bag of money.
"Oh," exclaimed Morrel, "why do they not come? Is any oneill in the house?" The eyes of Noirtier seemed as thoughthey would start from their sockets. "What is the matter?You alarm me. Valentine? Valentine?" "When you receive this, you will no longer have a husband.Oh, you need not be alarmed, you will only have lost him asyou have lost your daughter; I mean that I shall betravelling on one of the thirty or forty roads leading outof France. I owe you some explanations for my conduct, andas you are a woman that can perfectly understand me, I willgive them. Listen, then. I received this morning fivemillions which I paid away; almost directly afterwardsanother demand for the same sum was presented to me; I putthis creditor off till to-morrow and I intend leavingto-day, to escape that to-morrow, which would be rather toounpleasant for me to endure. You understand this, do younot, my most precious wife? I say you understand this,because you are as conversant with my affairs as I am;indeed, I think you understand them better, since I amignorant of what has become of a considerable portion of myfortune, once very tolerable, while I am sure, madame, thatyou know perfectly well. For women have infallibleinstincts; they can even explain the marvellous by analgebraic calculation they have invented; but I, who onlyunderstand my own figures, know nothing more than that oneday these figures deceived me. Have you admired the rapidityof my fall? Have you been slightly dazzled at the suddenfusion of my ingots? I confess I have seen nothing but thefire; let us hope you have found some gold among the ashes.With this consoling idea, I leave you, madame, and mostprudent wife, without any conscientious reproach forabandoning you; you have friends left, and the ashes I havealready mentioned, and above all the liberty I hasten torestore to you. And here, madame, I must add another word ofexplanation. So long as I hoped you were working for thegood of our house and for the fortune of our daughter, Iphilosophically closed my eyes; but as you have transformedthat house into a vast ruin I will not be the foundation ofanother man's fortune. You were rich when I married you, butlittle respected. Excuse me for speaking so very candidly,but as this is intended only for ourselves, I do not see whyI should weigh my words. I have augmented our fortune, andit has continued to increase during the last fifteen years,till extraordinary and unexpected catastrophes have suddenlyoverturned it, -- without any fault of mine, I can honestlydeclare. You, madame, have only sought to increase your own,and I am convinced that you have succeeded. I leave you,therefore, as I took you, -- rich, but little respected.Adieu! I also intend from this time to work on my ownaccount. Accept my acknowledgments for the example you haveset me, and which I intend following. "But," said the irritated president, "you called yourselfBenedetto, declared yourself an orphan, and claimed Corsicaas your country." "And you did not warn me!" cried Caderousse, raising himselfon his elbows. "You knew I should be killed on leaving thishouse, and did not warn me!"